The Apocalypse

Chapter 29

Theres a humming from the back of the van, I slide the small partitioning window open, Jungkooks face popped into view, eyes and above only, but even in his eyes there's sadness as well.

What is happening!

I glance frantically between the two while they have their bro moment, pain in both their expressions.

Jimin rubs his eyes, drying them I presume, before meeting mine once more, the fair skin around his eyes and nose reddned, smeared tears on the top of his cheek bones.

I turn to Jungkook, hoping maybe he would be able to clear things up but even he's surpressing tears of his own.

Amidst my panicked confusion Jimin clears his throat.

"I'll show u" he says in a high pitched sing-songy voice, eye smiles forming as he does. He lifts his foot up, onto the space between us, the actual injured foot.

....what the

Unsurely, I hold his heel, bringing onto my lap. He grimaces even from the lightest touches but still complies. I felt his ankle, as gently as I could, swelling wasn't too bad but it is quite tender.

Once again ice would be a real saviour, but I guess the barely functional air-conditioner will have to do.

"Jungkook, I need the first-aid kit?" I ask through the window.

He jerks his head forward, eyebrows raised.

"First aid-kit," I repeated once more, slowly enunciating each syllable.

The blankness in his eyes portray whats in his mind at the moment.

"Red," I point at the redness forming on jimins pale ankle, for visual referance.
"Box," I formed a square with my fingers. He nods a little.

"Give me, red box," I hold my palms out infront of him. He nods more vigorously this time.

He chants 'red box' to himself, as he searches around on the floor, face slipping out of sight. My gaze flickered back to Jimin, he's staring at us with analytical eyes a fainter version of yesterdays anger flaring up on his face.

"Baks," Jungkooks face pops up on the other side of the window once more, holding the little red and white box in front of his mouth.

I thank him and get to work. Taking out the compression wrap, I unravel it and start wrapping it around Jimins foot simultaneously ordering Junkook to sit back down again and shutting the divider.

I leave him for 2 seconds and he's already up and about on his feet.

"Don't use foot," I pointed at his bandaged foot and made an X with my index fingers. "Rest for 3 days," I held up 3 fingers and hold them right in front of him. "Three."

He nods, with that same downcast looking face. He isn't welcoming or warm like when we first met, I wonder what changed it.

Without Jungkook poking his nose through the window or any other members around the tension in the front seat grew tremendously.

There was something on his mind, the way his eyebrows rose and fell while his lips parted every now and then as if to speak only to shut themselves closed within the same second, proved so.

I couldn't stand the unbearable silence, well if he's not going to say something I will.

"You angry?"

His mouth forms an O, like a child caught redhanded. He hesitated but eventually shook his head.

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