“Y/N let’s go, now.” He demanded, pulling your arm once more.
This time you followed the silver-haired man. Letting your legs take the lead, even though your eyes were still locked upon the ‘couple’. After a minute of walking, you felt the urge to vomit again. The thought of those two buying each other rings, it felt like you got punched in the stomach. Small black dots started covering your eyes and Jimin noticed you started walking slower. You didn’t feel well and the dots covering your eyes were a sign of you to lay down.
“Jimin.. I-I think I’m gonna pas-“ You managed to mutter.
closed, in a ‘deep’ slumber. You wouldn’t call it ‘sleeping’, because you could
hear someone talk. Your body was numb, it was like you were paralyzed. Trying
to move a simple muscle was a battle and it started to scare you. The people you
heard talking, was Jungkook and Jimin. You didn’t know if it was a dream, or a
nightmare. Fighting to move your body, you felt something on your face. It was
soft, but firm. It was warm and it gave the senses in your body back.
Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around the firm figure. It made you feel
like home and soon enough, light shined on your eye lids. Finally opening your
eyes in force, you were met with Jimin. His face was shocked and eyes bigger
than teacups. Looking to your side, you saw the maknae with an expressionless
face. Everyone turned into statues, it was as if you stepped into a museum.
“Why… am I here?” You questioned, scanning the boys.
Have I mentioned I love how fucking creepy the Meat Circus is? Because I do. And the G Men are top tier gold in this fabulous sea of characters. I had a tough time picking what accessory to give him… but… you know, he is my sister in grief.