counting change | yoonminseok

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Jimin never considered himself claustrophobic but now that he was stuck in such a small suitcase he was freaking out.

He tried his best to even his breaths but he could only breathe through his nose, thanks to the tape over his mouth. His head was right next to his knees and everything was in complete darkness. His body felt as if it was on fire thanks to how much he had tried to stop being throw in the suitcase he couldn't help but wonder if he had accidentally opened up some of the cuts on his body.

Of course they still were covered up but Bon Hwa hadn't changed the bandages on his body that day and he was going to be stuck in this spot until they reached America.

Jimin couldn't imagine staying in the suitcase for that long, he already felt like he had been stuck in there for hours.

He knew he was stil crying as he continued rubbing his hands trying to get out. The duct tape was just irritating his skin and his short fingers couldn't seem to do anything. All he had to do was somehow get his hands free and get the duct tape off of his mouth and scream for help. Surely someone would stop Bon Hwa at the airport if they heard someone screaming from his suitcase.

They still were on the way to the airport as Jimin could feel the suitcase moving around in the back of his captor's car. He had time to get the duct tape off but he didn't know how much time, he had no idea how far the motel they were at was from the airport.

Taking a moment Jimin stayed still before yanking one of his arms forward. They still stayed in the duct tape and if it wasn't for his mouth being covered Jimin surely would have screamed. His thigh rubbed against the grey fabric of his sweatpants and if he could see the pink haired boy would be sure that his pants were being dyed red from the blood that was coming out of his wounds from yesterday. The gauze around it seemed to have loosened up and was just letting his blood pool out.

He so desperately was trying not to sob from the pain he was in, he didn't have enough air to allow himself to do something like that. There were small holes in the fabric of the suitcase that were supposed to keep him alive but he was beginning to doubt that he'd even make it to America at this point.

Did they even monitor the temperature where they put baggage in airplanes? Jimin didn't know and the thought of freezing to death didn't seem ideal. He already felt cold but when did he not nowadays? His body was malnourished, he couldn't produce enough body heat for himself. He could feel his ribs and he so desperately didn't want them to be so visible.

He couldn't go back and change how he ran away from his boyfriend, he had accepted that now. He was being realistic and realistically there was a large chance Bon Hwa was going to accidentally kill him by leaving him in this suitcase. So the pink haired boy simply tugged his hands again clenching his eyes as he felt more of his wounds open.

He had decided that if he was going to die he was going to die putting up a fight.

When the car finally stopped Jimin wasn't prepared to feel as if he was thrown out of the car and he could feel the pavement knock against his head. He groaned as he let his eyes stay shut, not like it would have mattered since it was pitch black inside the suitcase.

He was beginning to feel numb from his wounds and was hoping that the dried up blood would end up covering and stopping him from losing more blood.

Suddenly he felt the suitcase bumping around as if it was being moved on the ground and began to panic. He needed to get someone's attention and quick.

The gravel he was being rolled on switched to pavement and Jimin could swear he heard a door open. He didn't know if he was just sweating but he felt sticky all over and couldn't decide if his senses were failing him since he couldn't see or not. Granted it also could have been blood starting to cover him but he didn't want to think of such a scary possibility, if it was blood he'd die even quicker.

He took as deep of a breath he could with duct tape covering his mouth and took one more yank at his hands. His eyes widened when he felt his left hand slip out of it and he couldn't help but somewhat smile under the duct tape. He tried to move his hand around to his front so he could get the duct tape off of his mouth but he was stuck with them behind his back.

As he tried once again to move them his finger grazed against the fabric of the bag and he noticed a small hole. The holes Bon Hwa had left for him to breathe. He began to scratch at it and grimaced as it was irritating his fingers but kept going. He couldn't seem to tell if he was still crying or not but he couldn't worry about that. He felt the hole become slightly bigger and he craned his neck as much as he could seeing the slight light that came in.

He couldn't grab anything and he slowly began to see how unhelpful what he had done was. Nobody was looking at the bottom of the suitcase, maybe people would check it once it went through a machine? Was Bon Hwa even going through the legal procedure to take a suitcase on a plane?

He adjusted himself a bit and clenched his eyes realizing he reopened a wound on his wrist. He felt liquid fall onto his fingers and he couldn't help but panic realising how much he was bleeding.

He didn't want to die from blood loss but that's what it looked like he was going to do to himself.

He froze as he realized that Bon Hwa was talking to someone and wanted to scream out to try to get someone's attention. He let his hand graze against the break of fabric again trying to expand it. He couldn't seem to get it any further and clenched his hand trying to ignore the pain.

"Excuse me sir I think there's something dripping out of your bag." Jimin listened to what was going on from outside the suitcase he was in freezing as he realized how close it was to him. "There's something red coming out of the bottom."

"Oh it's nothing." Bon Hwa said in response moving to pick up the suitcase his hands covering the bottom of it. Jimin was surprised seeing how his center of gravity seemed to turn and he tensed feeling his weight move to his left side. "Something probably just spilled but I'll probably fix it when I land in America."

Jimin hurried and moved his hands to scratch at the hole again only finding that Bon Hwa was covering it. He let his hands slowly move up his right hand over his left wrist. He noticed how it barely was bleeding now and he couldn't help but notice how tired he felt after everything he had been doing.

He was already in a dark area and sleep seemed like such an easy option for him to make. He couldn't fall asleep but he couldn't seem to tell if his eyes were even open anymore so he let his hand grab onto his wrist digging his fingers in.

He felt like screaming as the wounds on his wrist opened more and he dug his own finger into his skin but he moved his hands to try and get the blood towards the tear in the fabric. Jimin knew that the color of the bag was red anyways so he couldn't stain it hoping to cause red flags.

"Are you sure? It seems like it's still dripping it now, I'm sure you can get a different suitcase here or something."

"It's fine! Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal."

"Mommy! Why does the red sticky stuff look like blood? Is he hurt?"

Jimin began to thrash around as much as he could hoping that with the statement a child had said someone would figure out what Bon Hwa was actually doing. Before he could hear anything else his center of gravity was flipped over causing him to smack his head against his knees and he felt that Bon Hwa seemed to be running.

He couldn't help but slightly smile under the duct tape covering his mouth as he realized that there was a chance that Bon Hwa was going to get caught. He allowed his head to fall limp and he felt the blood continue to drip down them along with the reopened wounds on his legs.

He had done everything he could while he was stuck inside this suitcase and he finally let himself fall unconscious from everything.

I don't really have time to proofread this, sorry. I've been trying to get back into drawing again and that's been taking up a lot of my time but I promise not to forget about Wattpad!! I'll keep posting as often as I can~