pit-a-pat.

day by day passed. yet, they were still starving.

"min yeon, what should we do?"

jungkook awaited for a reply, but got none. he turned to min yeon, only to see that her whole face was just pale — there was no colour at all.

he squeezed their intertwined hands gently. min yeon only gave him a fade smile, to which was rare to jungkook. her smile had always been the brightest amongst all.

"are you sick?" he lifted his other hand and place the back of his palm on her forehead, only to repulse immediately by the high degree of it.

"your temperature is above normal! it's scalding hot!"

min yeon just reassured him by squeezing their hands again. and the next moment, she shut her eyes.

and jungkook couldn't feel any pulse from her.

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and so, he slit opened his chest all the way until he could feel something beating against the sharp knife. he then grabbed his red, beating object out of his chest and took a bite of it.

this is all i can do for you, min yeon.