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Jimin came back to awareness with a start and a groan without opening his eyes.
There was pain, an ache that infused almost every part of his body. There was a voice too, muffled and almost unrecognizable, yelling. Jimin lifted his hands, knocking against something and gripping it. Steering wheel?
“Jimin!”
Ah. There was the voice, and he could recognize his own name then. He blinked his eyes open, dazed. The first sight that greeted him was a broken windshield. It was shattered, actually, held in place but with thousands of tiny little cracks in it.
The second thing he noticed as that he was hanging sideways in his safety belt. He pulled his head back. It felt heavy but didn’t hurt any worse than the rest of him, just ached.
“Jiminie? Hyung?”
The voice wasn’t as loud this time, although it was uncertain and scared, and Jimin recognized it. “Tae?” He managed, trying to twist around before realizing that just made the ache worse.
“Jimin!” Taehyung yelled again from behind him. “Are you okay?! Can you check on hyung? I can’t…”
Jimin blinked several times. “I think I’m okay,” he answered. And then…hyung? Which one? Oh…his breathing picked up when he remembered what they had been doing. He still didn’t remember how they had ended up on their side, but he remembered what they had been doing before.
He twisted to the side, and his breath caught. Yoongi. The older boy had offered to get them food, hadn’t he? Yeah. Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin had left earlier that morning to film for a variety show, and Tae had been a little pouty about it. He’d sprained his ankle pretty badly two days ago and, as a result, hadn’t been able to join. Jimin and Yoongi had offered to stay with him.
Jimin thought Yoongi had liked the excuse not to go, since he was pretty sure variety shows were his least favorite part of their schedules. Taehyung hated it, though, when they weren’t all together for those sorts of things and Yoongi had offered to buy them food after seeing the pronounced pout on Tae’s face.
Now, Jimin wished they had ordered in.
“Hyung?” Jimin braced one hand on the steering wheel, and reached for Yoongi with the other. The older boy was pressed against the passenger side door, lying against it, his seatbelt twisted a bit around him.
There was blood. It matted Yoongi’s hair, stained the white sweatshirt he’d worn out, streaked across his skin, his face. The passenger side looked bent in and Jimin could see the ground through the broken window. There was glass. Yoongi was lying in glass.
Jimin’s fingertips grazed Yoongi’s shoulder but it was as far as he could reach and he thought he might be sick. Too much blood. There was too much. He wasn’t even sure where it was coming from either. Head wound? Yoongi’s hair was probably obscuring it if there was.
He blinked back tears when he noticed the rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest. At least there was that. He was breathing, but the blood still terrified him. How badly was Yoongi injured? If he hadn’t hit his head then how badly would he have to be injured to be unconscious the way he was?
What if they couldn’t get help in time?
“Is he okay?” Taehyung asked, a shrill note in his voice.
Jimin grimaced. “I don’t…” Jimin twisted again, ignoring the ache in his own body. Looked like he’d run off the road.
“You have your phone? Have you called anyone?” Jimin asked.
“I don’t have it. I don’t know where it is. Is he okay?” Taehyung pressed.
Jimin reached for the release on his seatbelt. “I think…he will be,” Jimin said, trying to sound reassuring. The metal was mangled and Jimin couldn’t get his seatbelt to release. He tried to find his own phone then and looked to Yoongi again, relief forming when he spotted his lying beside Yoongi’s head.
He tried to reach again but could hardly reach Yoongi, much less the phone. “Hyung,” he tried again, a tremble in his voice. Yoongi looked so bad, even paler than he normally was.
“Tae? Can you get out?”
“Maybe?”
“I need you to,” Jimin said, his eyes still trailing over Yoongi’s body. “I can’t reach my phone. Can you…?”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll try.”
There was silence for a bit, and then a thump and whimper of pain. “Tae?” He asked.
“M’okay,” the younger boy said. “I’m going to…” He trailed off but just a minute later his head appeared through the middle of his and Yoongi’s seats.
“Oh shit,” he said, his voice hardly above a whisper. He was staring at Yoongi.
“Tae,” Jimin said. “Can you…I need you to reach the phone, okay?”
“Right.” Taehyung’s voice trembled and he leaned more of his body out. Jimin watched him reach, watched him touch Yoongi first. His hands were shaking and he turned a little green when his fingers came into contact with the blood covering Yoongi.
“Don’t move him,” Jimin said more sharply than he’d intended and Taehyung jerked. That was right, wasn’t it? You weren’t supposed to move people after a crash. You were supposed to wait for the paramedics.
“He’s not waking up,” Taehyung said, a note of panic entering his voice.
“Phone, Tae,” Jimin reminded, closing his eyes and trying to quell his own panic.
A few more seconds of silence passed and then he heard Taehyung sob. “Broken,” he said. “It’s broken!”
Nausea welled in Jimin and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Okay. It’s okay.”
“How is it okay?” Taehyung reached for Yoongi again. “Hyung,” he called again, this time plaintively. He squeezed Yoongi’s shoulder.
Jimin watched him for several moments, his heart beating wildly in his chest. “You have to get out,” he said finally, trying to keep the hysteria he felt out of his voice, “go flag someone down or something.”
Taehyung turned to him, wide eyes scared. “I can’t…I can’t just leave you here!”
“You have to.” Jimin managed to keep his voice level just barely and he wished so badly that Namjoon or Jin or Hoseok was there. They’d be better at it, wouldn’t they? “You have to get help.”
Taehyung turned his head between Jimin and Yoongi several times, still looking terrified before he finally nodded. “Okay. Okay, hang on.” He disappeared again but was back a second later with his jacket.
Jimin watched, blinking back tears as Tae carefully put the jacket around Yoongi, covering him as best he could. It worked fine since the jacket was oversized because Tae was both taller and wider than Yoongi.
“I’m going,” Taehyung said. His voice trembled and he so obviously didn’t want to leave but Jimin reached for him, squeezed his hand in reassurance that seemed to work. Taehyung disappeared again, this time not coming back.
Jimin listened as Tae climbed out of the car, hissing in pain probably from his ankle and then it was quiet again. Jimin felt the tears he’d been holding back fall just as a groan came from his right.
He whipped his head around, eyes wide and a feeling of relief coming when Yoongi finally cracked his eyes open.