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Present time - Jimin 19
...his lungs burn as he wheezes and his vision darkens. He knows he is about to pass out so he quickly finds a safe spot to hide from the Hybrid Patrol Officers between two abandoned buildings. He gets there just in time as his knees buckle and he collapses into the dirt. As he lays there flat on his back the gunk in his lungs starts to shift and make it harder and harder to breathe, but he is too weak at the moment to move or even roll over. To his horror, he feels the gunk climb its way up his throat and he helplessly begins to choke...his body reflexively trying to clear his airway by coughing weakly. He somehow manages to roll onto his side and cough some of it up, but enough of it gets caught in the back of his throat to effectively block any air from getting into his lungs. His chest aches as his body desperately craves oxygen, but he just doesn't have the strength to clear his airway or sit up, which would probably help...Panic surges through him as he realizes he is absolutely helpless and he can't breathe. He knows all he can do now is wait for his heart to stop. He tries to clear his mind and allow himself to relax....but the pain makes it hard to forget that he is infact choking to death, alone(well...so he thinks).
3 yrs ago - Jin 19/Jungkook 13
No matter what Jin tried, the sick boy's fever kept getting worse. Jin knew his little brother needed help he couldn't give him when he started having a really hard time breathing. It broke his heart to watch the young teen struggle to get air in...his chest rose and fell with uneven, labored breaths. He needed to get help fast or he was going to watch his sweet baby brother die. So early that morning he began desperately walking through the streets carrying his brother and begging the passersby to help him. No one seemed to care and just walked right past the sick boy. He couldn't understand how people could see his condition and then quickly look away as they sped by. They were trying so hard to ignore the fact that his little brother was very close to death. As the sun started to set, small weak breaths continued in tiny puffs against Jin's neck. He slid down to lean against the building he had been pacing in front of and began to fall apart. He tried to come to terms with what was happening: Jungkook...his fun-loving, selfless little Kookie was dying in his arms. He knew this not only because he hadn't kept any water down in almost 3 days, but as he looked down at the boy in his arms....he could see that his baby brother's lungs were barely able to take in oxygen anymore. Each breath was a struggle and he was quickly losing the strength to fight. His chest was almost still now and the breaths he felt along his neck were getting weaker...