In the Dead of Winter || •PJM• ✔️

Game of Survival

DAY 800

The rays of the rising sun don't really matter to you right now. Jimin is unconscious next to you, his head bandaged and on your lap. You're stroking the braid in his hair, careful not to apply pressure to the area they hit. He's been unconscious for a solid half an hour now, the two of you in a cage in a camp. So, Jimin's theory was right this whole time. The Ranglers. They're here. The government of the apocalypse. No wonder why they think they can do whatever they want.

Many survivors have come by asking for your basic information, but you ignored them each time to instead keep petting Jimin's hair. He's the only piece of sanity you have left at this point. Your hand tugs at the locks until he stirs, groaning as he finally wakes.

"Fuck I feel like shit," he mutters, his hands on your thighs. He peeks up, eyes blinking until he gets a clear view of you. "Morning beautiful." He pecks your lips and sits up, yawning as an excuse to wrap an arm around you.

"As smooth as that was, we have a situation."

Jimin's face falls, his arm falling with it. "Where the hell are we?"

"Remember that 'civilized group of people' I was telling you about?" He nods. "This is them. The Ranglers. We're at their camp and they hate us more than I hate Jungkook's humor."

"Damn, poor Jungkook." You give him a 'really?' look that has him backing down. "Right. Serious situation. I mean, you said the joke first, but like-"

"Jimin." He shuts up. "We joke to blow off steam, it's okay. But, we have to figure this out. What the hell do we do?"

The man sighs, scooting closer and taking your hand. He kisses the side of your head, you guiding his head to rest on your shoulder. "I don't know. Honestly, I don't think there's much we can do. All we can do is hope."

"For?"

"Not sure about that either. But we have each other. Can that be enough for now?"

You lean back, him tilting his head up when you do. You peck his lips like he did to yours, brushing your free hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah, that can be enough for now."

The two of you stay close, observing the way the Ranglers move around. Many pass, but none cast you a glance. Or if they do, neither you or Jimin notice. You're too busy staying close to one another, cuddling and enjoying the other's touch. After all, if you're going to be drafted into a camp you don't want to be in, the odds are they'll separate you. Kill your hope. Kill everything you are.

One of Jimin's hands falls to your thigh, massaging it. "I know it probably doesn't mean much, but we saw Ves and Sky go in this direction. Maybe they're here and we can find them. I heard from Fi that Louis and Jin got taken too. Maybe they're somewhere around here and we can find them."

You place your hand over his, the two of you locking eyes. "I hope that we can, but the odds are we can't Min," you say, him turning his hand so the two of you can lock fingers. "I'll have faith, but only a little."

Jimin is quick to embrace you, and there's something about the way he holds you that's terrifying. Not because it's wrong, rather because he's holding you so close. Like this could be the last time he sees you. Without even looking at his face you can see his closed eyes and pursed lips. Maybe there's even tears hiding there. Or, maybe there's more you can't see. You don't know much about him yet, but you'd like to. You'd really, really like to.

"I won't leave you," he murmurs, kissing the side of your head, "no matter what happens, we'll stay together. Forever."

"You don't have to make promises to me Min, I already know you're going to do everything you can to be with me, and me with you. We'll do this together." He brings you a bit closer, his tiny hands going to your face to hold your cheeks. "Together," you whisper.