Taehyung screamed out the frustration, fists cracking as he punched the dry dirt floor in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure and emptiness in his heart. He took a breath. Released it. Took another breath. Released it again. His voice pierced through the quiet of the desert. It felt like his brain was beating hard against his skull, and the remnants of his tears stung his cheeks as the sun began to burn his skin this early morning. Tae’s eyesight blurred but he could still manage to see the tracks left behind by Jimin and hoseok, just barely. It looked far where they had gone but he waisted no time scrambling to his feet and running towards them. 

“I understand why you did it Jimin-ie,” he panted, no one else around him for miles, “i’m baggage and you knew i’d volunteer to stay but you can’t stand our goodbyes.” He paused a moment to catch his breath and look at the long trail ahead, “Even if it’s only for a moment that we won’t see each other you still don’t like to say goodbye so I forgive you, because I understand. But,” walking alongside the tracks, eyes fixed on them and deciding which ones belonged to Jimin he began to cry again,”even i’m baggage, even if you don’t like to say goodbyes AT LEAST SAY IT ONCE IF YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME ALONE!” He chocked on his last words. It was too much. The strain on his vocal chords was too much. Jimin was too much.  He continued on even with his failing vision knowing he’d be alright as long as he followed the tracks. He could already imagine the look on Jimin’s face when they reunited and that’s what kept him going. So he continued, following the tracks left behind. Following them in the opposite direction.