* defiance
jimin doesnāt know whatās happening, but he doesnāt like it.
it started with a minor headache-- he thought it might be because he had a concussion (which was likely, quite honestly, considering how hard heād been hit in the head to be knocked out) or something, or maybe just the emotional and physical strain taking a toll on his well-being. by now, heās just hiding, no longer certain itās even safeĀ to go out, from all the yelling and shouting and death.
itās all gone to hell. it really has. and jimin just wants it to be over, trembling underneath a table heād found. he remembers being taught a long time ago that tables could block debris from falling on your head during earthquakes, right? maybe heād be safe here.
(heās scared for his life.)
then comes the whispering-- just stay here forever, let them fight it out themselves, itās none of your business. itās too hard, too stressful. you have enough on your plate. just worry about yourself. itās safe here, no need to ruin that. itās maddening, while the world swims around him whenever he tries to peek outside, terror striking into his heart at the sign of anyoneĀ else, especially those with weapons.
maybe the voice was right. maybe he should just stay here and let them all fight it out for themselves.
then someoneās screaming down the corridor for help, and jimin startles in place, lucidity filtering into his thoughts for a brief moment.
no-- no, he wouldnāt just rot away. he wouldnāt let innocents suffer if he could help it. jimin grits his teeth and pulls himself out from under the table, despite all the scratching in his head insisting he goes right back inside. no.
his eyes are pulsing red as he rounds the corner, dagger in his hand, ready to fight if he has to in order to save anyone that needed him. someone needs his help, and jimin is tired of hiding.
he wonāt be a coward again. not anymore.















