A/N: Last chapter! It's unedited so I apologize! But enjoy and know that I'm highly thankful of this ride and journey presented during writing this book. I'm genuinely happy to have ended it. it's a short story but that's what I was hoping for. Truly one of my favourites <3 Thank you for reading and supporting! Means a lot my lovelies. 'til next time, Ravs X
(a short epilogue will be out soon)
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You had trouble adjusting on your feet once woken. Namjoon wasn't in the bed where you lay, naked, and blanket up to your chest. Hair a mess, you took in a breath, cheeks warm, and heart tired from hammering while wobbling over to the bathroom to freshen up from all that had happened.
You were smiling gently in the shower, while getting dressed and ready for the day, and once you were out in the quiet dorm eating by yourself. The boys were gone to prepare for the morning and you knew of it. You didn't message Namjoon because of that fact – the last you wanted was to be a distraction. But as you ate cereal and fidgeted with your phone, it dinged and Namjoon was the one to message you instantly. Your eyes softened when spotting the message, cheeks hurting from the constant smiles.
For when you wake, I hope you slept well. :)
- Kim Namjoon
Puckering at your lips, your side teeth nibbled the inner flesh of your cheek. Thumbs twirling before dropping your spoon onto the sides of the bowl, you made sure it didn't fall into your milk while texting back. Chirpy and your day brightened, you responded, Out like a light. Wishing him a good morning and teasing him for barely letting you sleep most of the night, Namjoon ended it off with having your embarrassed.
You walking alright? 😏
- Kim Namjoon
You lost it at that. Telling him to get to work, it was obvious he was amused and laughing from the way he constantly sent emojis your direction. Flustered and wanting to finish the rest of your cereal, he exited with a cute smile and message that you shut your phone off after.
Be safe, can't wait to see you again today.❤️
- Kim Namjoon
Nibbling harder at your cheek, you smiled and placed your phone away so you wouldn't distract him further. Today was too much of a tricky day to be handling anything with happiness and joy, but you couldn't help but feel what you felt. Not even Aoroma could ruin what this morning held for you and Namjoon. Last night was about the two of you, and you would remember it for the rest of your life.
As you finished your bowl, slurping up most the milk, you almost snorted the rest and spit back when the door was pounded on. Eerie and slightly anxious over who it might be, you sat, quiet as a mouse. It wasn't until you heard a familiar voice from the driver and guards that had taken you out the previous day where you relaxed.
"What's the hurry?" you chuckled, seeing as they didn't seem to be as cheery as the day earlier.
The driver spoke. "We're here to pick you up for the concert ma'am."
You grinned at them calling you 'ma'am', laughing about it, you screeched out a loudly and let them know you were hurrying. Rushing to grab your jacket, your belongings and your physical form towards the door, it was hard from how much of an ache you felt all around your body. Your legs caved in on themselves and you had to get used to it as you came face-to-face with the men that waited for you outside.
Glad that it was a car you were going to be driven in, walking and your personal issues were thrown into the back of your head when you tasted the fresh air on the tip of your tongue while speaking. Today there was much more than just you to worry about. Today was the day where Aoroma would be caught, a day where you would finally be freed from your past.
Smirking, you held your chin up as you fixed your jacket's collar.
"Let's get this concert over with."
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"Let's take this concert slow," Namjoon whispered, looking at every one of the boys that were a little alerted while getting ready.
Jules stared at the boys around her. Eating the food that Namjoon had sweetly offered and ordered for her, she sat quietly as the others worked their magic in speaking about the potential threats of today.
"Namjoon hyung, I saw her today," Jimin said through his teeth. He was angry. Angry and tired of pretending that the woman working closely with them was still around; she hurt his members and his family, Jimin furiously couldn't contain himself any longer. "It was so hard for me to pretend I didn't despise the very sight of her."
"I haven't seen her in a while," Yoongi mumbled, shrugging, "Thankfully, or else I would've ripped her into two."
Jules chewed loud as she laughed. "At least she isn't after you all personally like she is for me apparently," the pregnant woman piped, "I still don't understand what I did to deserve this."
Jungkook sat next to Jules, watching her eat before staring back at Namjoon and saying, "I think it's because of your relationship with hyung."
Jules blushed and Namjoon grew awkward.
Hoseok grinned. "Right the infamous video at an office table..."
Namjoon's eyes narrowed. "How'd you-"
"Y/N told us," Jin snorted, smirking himself and seeing Jules and Namjoon grow red.
"Y/N also mentioned how she wishes to keep a copy of it," Jin laughed and Jules's eyes widened at that. Namjoon rolled his eyes, clearly noting how it was obvious a move from you to do such a thing.
"Why wou-"
"Don't ask," Namjoon murmured, not wanting to explain to the woman carrying his child why your perverted-self liked to use humour as a coping mechanism throughout all this mess.
"Hopefully today goes smoothly," Taehyung whispered, the only one that seemed to be scared over the situation that they were placed in.
Jimin pursed his lips, noticing the worry on the boy's face. "It will. It will go smoothly considering BangPD is also in on everything. The police have been informed and if anything goes down at all, our boss will be on top of things."
"Noona," Jungkook piped, refreshing the plan, "You stay here until the night is completely over with."
She rolled her eyes. "Why am I here again?"
"I need to keep an eye on you, make sure you're alright at all times."
She nodded, grumbling under her breath as she ate. "I can take care of myself."
"Trust me, I know that," Namjoon laughed out, staring over at the mirror one last time as he moved towards the door. He allowed for a few guards to come in and the rest of the boys got on their feet and started to move as well. He continued, back moving out the door, "But security is here for better protection. Stay in here and don't come out, okay?"
She didn't say anything for a second and all the boys glared over at her, waiting for her to look them in the eyes and respond. Sighing, and seeing that all were worried, Namjoon's eyes glanced over at her tummy and Jules melted in her response – giving in.
"Okay," Jules sighed, defeated.
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"Okay," you chirped, excited.
You could already hear the fans roaring and having fun as the boys moved onto the stage. Missing the exact moment of kissing Namjoon and seeing him move onto stage, you were pushed back by the guards towards their dressing rooms as a secret. Apparently, the harshness and tenseness was due to Namjoon's orders and you rolled your eyes over him so overprotective.
The boys performed and you could hear it in their angelic voices as they started without hesitation. No matter what was going to happen today, it was important for them to deliver the best show possible for the fans that paid to come out and see them. Giddy and bones rattling beneath your flesh at the bass that sprung through you with each beat, you wanted to get up and scream over Namjoon as he started to rap. Like a proud unlabelled girlfriend, you were, about to fangirl but stopping the moment your eyes laid on a familiar face hidden behind staff in the distance.
She was in a hurry. Your eyes narrowed when seeing her trying to slip past everyone that tried to stop her from doing so.
Forcing a smile on your face, your eyes acted in surprise and excitement when yelling past your own guards. You caught her attention and saw her darkened and mad expression move so quick into a happy and cheery one as she rushed over towards you with a hop.
"Aoroma!"
"Ah!" she started, making her way towards the security that kept their distance away from you while talking to the woman. Their eyes and body language clearly stated that they knew who Aoroma really was, and you had to mumbled to one of them to not make it so obvious.
"It's so good to see you alive! I'm glad they found you!" She hugged you and your skin crawled.
One of the security subtly put his hand over his taser, ready to strike when needed and you shook your head over at him. You knew she wasn't going to do anything yet. She was too obsessed with Namjoon, too much of a fan, to ruin a concert so early. You didn't understand most of her intentions and brain-ways of thinking, but you were able to observe at least that much while talking to management about the plan.
Glancing over Aoroma's shoulder and at the other staff that seemed to be drilling their gazes into her spine, you tried not to smile at how everyone seemed to know expect for Aoroma. Looks like we're finally ten steps ahead of you, you thought to yourself, containing your smirk with difficulty when she cheerfully moved away from embracing you.
"How are you? The last I remember was you being shot!" you faked just as great as her. Amused at how well she could perform. But odds were, you performed better. "You tried to play hero, I thank you so much for risking your life for me."
"Anything for you."
You tried not to cringe at that as you warmly smiled to the best of your ability.
There was hatred in the back of Aoroma's eyes and as much as she tried to hide it, it seeped through. With clenched teeth, she went, "What're you doing here? How's the therapy going?"
"Great. On my feet soon thanks to Namjoon."
"I see you two are close?"
You smiled, nodding. "He's my boyfriend." Blurt and out there, even the bass to the music blaring outside couldn't hide the frustrated heart of Aoroma that tried to hide behind a fake smile at that.
"I see." It was out through her teeth and you could've sworn she hissed.
You giggled, playing into an innocent roll yourself. "We couldn't have gotten to this point without you taking care of us and helping me when we were secluded...that was before Jules-" you changed your face and exaggerated your hurt, "-came and ruined everything. Wherever she is, that reporter will seriously feel what's coming for her."
Aoroma smiled. "The reporter is Jules?"
You faked enthusiasm. "You didn't hear? They're so certain that Namjoon called off any further investigations in the process. Heck, it would be so hard for the reporter to make her way anywhere near the group or me...the only way anyone would be able to touch me again is if they're here now."
Aoroma's fury glint was back at her eyes. She pouted but you tried not rolling your eyes over her trying to be affectionate. If anything, she was already ready and planning her attack of abducting you a third time. The anger over Namjoon being your boyfriend only made it more personal for Aoroma now and that is what you wanted. You wanted her mad, impulsive, and no where close to thinking with her logical mind – that is, if she had any common sense at this point.
"Be safe," Aoroma murmured and you nodded with a smile before ushering for the man to take you away again.
"It was nice seeing you again!" you chirped.
Aoroma laughed as you walked away. "We'll see each other again very soon!" she called out innocent. There was something dark twisted with that however.
You smiled yourself when hearing it. The darkness evident in your gaze from the start of the conversation. "We definitely will," you whispered to yourself, letting hands move you through the door and lock you in almost immediately."
Mumbling to at least have some of the door open, none listened to you as they kept the door closed and stood in front. Hands moving through your hair in frustration, you shrugged your shoulders and accepted your locked-up state. It was clear that this needed to happen until the end of the show. Turning and thinking of napping since you were still exhausted from the previous night, you froze, eyes bugged when seeing a familiar woman stop chewing with her mouth full on the couches far down.
Awkward and no longer in tune with your smugness found when talking to Aoroma, you felt warm as you slowly walked towards the couches to find your own seat. The reporter's teeth moved slow while chewing as she bowed in your direction as a greeting. Chuckling, you sat across from her and bowed back, telling her to finish her food slow before starting a conversation with you.
"It's nice to finally see you while genuinely awake." You were unbearably uncomfortable.
Jules smiled and you relaxed a little over her not ending you with her eyes. You expected her to be terribly upset with you, and it was clear from her body language that she wasn't. Breathing in slow, you waited for her to finish her mouthful before addressing more.
"They've got you stuck in here as well?"
She sighed, nodding. "However, according to the plan, you get to leave as their done. I stay here until Aoroma is caught and behind bars – Namjoon's words not mine." She giggled and you smiled lightly.
"He's optimistic that we'll get her today."
"Aren't you?" Jules asked, reading you differently
You shook your head. "Of course I am, I'm just a little worried..."
"Rightfully so," Jules mumbled, picking at her food, "This strange woman has everyone on their tip-toes."
Your eyes softened. "I doubt you even know what she looks like."
Jules nodded, sighing over her state. "I have no idea why I've been dragged into this. At first, I thought it was because of the baby, or some sort of scandal...but hearing about the other's stories, looking through the USB that Sarah mailed to me, and well, meeting you and how badly you were taken care of...I think her insanity stems more than just me."
You nodded slow. Growing awkward again, you addressed what had bothered you from the start. Why you were scared to approach the famous Jules in the first place. Clearing your throat, you blinked and went out with all that you wanted to say. "I'm sorry for outing you that night. I didn't know whether you wanted Namjoon to know or not..."
Jules went quiet.
You waited, holding your breath.
"I don't blame you."
You took in a breath, letting your lungs absorb the air around you again in relief.
She continued, "If anything, I felt your heart and worry...for a stranger like me and in the state you were in that night, it touched me. Thank you."
You nodded. "Of course."
Jules pursed her lips, smile shy as she spoke. "I uh, Namjoon and I-"
"He's told me," you said softly, smirking at how red she was close to getting. Seeing her relax, you smiled in reassurance and had her easily confront you now. "No need to worry. Trust me, I understand completely how messed up feelings and emotions can be. You're carrying his child for fucks sake."
"I wasn't going to tell him at first."
"Why not?" you asked, brow knitted.
Jules struggled, uncomfortable. Seeing as you were open and relaxed in front of her however made her open slow. Your aurora screamed for her to do so, and so she did. It was quick of a conversation for her to reveal so much. It was nice. Very nice.
"He's an idol, all this was going on, and when I found out about you and how clearly he cares for you," she whispered, "I thought of just keeping it quiet and raising the baby on my own."
You smiled very slow. Thinking about all that she said, you listened a little more before putting your two cents in.
"I've always just been on my own...so having 7 boys and 100s of staff suddenly taking care of me has been hard for me to wrap my brain around," Jules chuckled, blinking as she took a small bite of her food this time. You grinned at her taking your advice to eating slow. "I can't help but feel like a burden."
"A burden?" you laughed, genuinely laughed, "Gah, I can't help but feel like I relate to you on so many levels. These people have literally helped me get back on my feet and no matter what I do or say, Namjoon is too protective to listen to me say otherwise."
Jules looked to her food and you side smiled. "I'm sure he's probably told you the same," you softly came to conclusion, "He cares for you, and he cares for me. I'm just glad there isn't any tension because I'd like to care for you and your child one day myself."
Jules smiled, eyes easily watering at that and your face fell. You weren't so good with crying women. That alone, PREGNANT crying women.
Laughing nervously, before she could open her mouth and wail about how sweet, understanding, and caring you were, you stopped her from complimenting your coolness as you abruptly looked at her stomach and went, "So how far you in?"
Jules stared over at her stomach, double glancing as she opened her mouth and closed her lips a few times. It took her a moment to understand how quick of a shift that was. Chuckling herself and seeing you uncomfortable, the reddening at her face slowly started to diminish as she went, "Far enough. I cried because I couldn't get my favourite tops on anymore. The struggle is a pain and the fact that I'm constantly a crying mess isn't helping."
"Did you normally cry before?"
"No," she answered and you grinned.
"That's probably why you're crying so often now," you laughed and her watery eyes slowly started to swallow up the water from before. She was now smiling and laughing with you and you loved to memorize that sight. The woman really was beautiful.
She pursed her lips, smiled, and shyly started to talk a little softer now. You could feel a purposeful ending coming to her words and couldn't help but smile largely near the end of her words. She began, "Namjoon is coming with me to his first check-up of the baby...if you'd like, you could come the next time with me the following month."
"I'd be honoured."
Jules nodded, smiling, "I just figured if you're going to be around...and Namjoon clearly cares about you, being civil and in this process a little wouldn't hurt right?"
"You sure that wouldn't be too uncomfortable for you?"
"I'll learn to start letting people in," she chuckled, shrugging.
Your uncomfortable, yet flattered form smiled and started to shoot out another switch. "Any names that you've been planning?"
She puckered her lips as thought to herself for a second. "I haven't talked to Namjoon yet about any of this but," she scouted forward in her seat, excited and eager to tell you what was on her mind. It was as if she was telling you about a secret, "I kept having these weird dreams that lead me to believe that I've got a baby boy coming my way."
You smiled. "Oooo?"
"I've wanted the sex a secret even though I've got access in finding out at this point," she continued, rubbing at her stomach, "But I can't help but feel that it's a boy."
"What're are the dreams about?"
"Okay, so there's this monkey-"
You snorted in a laugh and she giggled herself before growing comfortable with you. "Hear me out, it's far-fetched but girl-" You nodded and Jules cut herself off before composing her laughing. Watching her as she did, you listened intently as she went on about her dream.
The dream started with monkeys in a pack travelling, until one, the smallest one got left behind. This one held a mark at his chest that differentiated himself from the others. "There was something so uplifting about the baby monkey that was isolated and different, and I can't help but constantly think of his name if I have a son." Jules giggled.
You smirked. "What was the tailed-creature's name?"
She puckered her lips again. Taking the time to fill her mouth again with a big bite, you chuckled at her already so open with you. It was clear she didn't care to eat properly around you anymore as she cutely covered her mouth from grossing you out. Civil and appropriate the two of you were, just this moment, this right now assured you that you and Jules would be alright around one another. No tensions now, and hopefully, none further down the road.
Jules smiled. "Kennah," she piped out, "The baby monkey's name was Kennah. Beautiful name, no?"
There was a deadly tickle up and down your spin once the familiar name ambushed you. Curiousity, confusion, and awe struck you so so fast.
Your smile fell.
.
You couldn't help but crack a slight smile when Kennah pouted and glared for you to cheer up.
"...and not to worry," he chimed, moving his hand under his head that was beautiful, and full of hair. "I won't be leaving you completely, my love."
Your brows furrowed lightly at that.
.
Your smile moved from it's fallen state to a soft, warm, acceptance. You smiled large.
"Yes," you whispered nodding, looking at the oblivious woman eat, "Kennah is a beautiful name."
Jules smiled before moving her spoon out for you, you broke out of your intense thoughts so you could stare right at her with a gentle smile.
"Want some?" she asked.
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"Want some?" you asked.
"...of you, yes," Namjoon mumbled as he pecked your lips and found you to smile against his mouth. Hugging you with a successful 'hello' you were all departed and forced to move away from each other the minute some staff came into the dressing room for the boys. It was near the ending of their show. About a half-hour remaining and you were filled with hope over the quietness for today.
The boys looked around the dressing room, tired and breathing hard. Sweat pooled over into their eyes causing them to blink and squint. "Where's Jules noona?" Jungkook asked, causing the others to grow alarmed as well.
You chuckled, rolling your eyes at them freaking out. "She's gone to the bathroom. Calm down boys, a pregnant woman gotta pee too y'know?"
"She shouldn't be leaving this room," Namjoon said, looking around and over to some of the guards that were staring at him expressionless. Namjoon's clear protectiveness was seeping out as worry clouded the room. You tried to soothe them all while you hand went subtly into Namjoon's.
"She's got tons of guards with her. I'm sure she's fine."
"Boys we've got to get changed and head out." A stage manager blared through the door.
You stared over at the man that was in a rush. The boys sighed. Their eyes screamed worried for the pregnant woman and you smiled, cheering them up quick with a distraction. "Get ready, kill this show, and then when you be back, Jules and I both will still be in this room waiting for you."
Namjoon's face was nothing but tense. Grabbing at his cheeks and deeply kissing him to focus, he sighed before nodding and staring over at the boys. Telling them to change outfits and get ready to run for their final quarter, the boys rushed and started to strip, not caring over your eyes. You however didn't stare at anyone but Namjoon as you leaned against a clothing rack and watched him go shirtless. The fact that he was sweating and dripping with water made you smile. The unsettled expression on his face pushed everything else away as you rubbed his bare shoulder.
"Trust me."
He nodded. Pecking your forehead as he hastily ran back out, you sighed, sat onto the couch and waited for the night to end. More importantly, now, you waited for Jules to be back.
From optimistic to reassuring the others, you slowly needed to be the one in reassurance. She wasn't back. She hadn't been back for a long while. Close to the concert and it's end, your knee jumped up and down. Hands moved fast through hair and eyes squinted as you tried to see just how long an average human would take in a bathroom. Feeling wavered and tremendously worried yourself now, it took everything in you to slowly get onto your feet.
Is this what was meant to happen? Were the events of the night finally starting to unfold?
You had thought yesterday that when they did, you'd be happy and excited to catch Aoroma, but this felt off and completely derailed from the plan that was understood by everyone beforehand. This is not how it was supposed to go. This was not to plan.
You tapped the shoulder of one security that stood in front of your door. Confused over why there was only one, you asked him, "Is Jules back yet?" He shook his head, told you to stay put and not worry. When you asked why there was no more security at your door, he hesitated and said nothing.
"Tell me." You were stern, eyes dark when concluding your assumptions – the ones you didn't want to be correct.
"The others went to check on them. No need to wo-"
"How long has that been?" you challenged, not having a good feeling at all.
The single security pursed his lips. "It's been about twenty minutes ma'am."
You swore.
Without even a struggle, you ran.
He shouted after you and ran as well. You knew he would run after you. Inside, deep and deep inside, you wished he wouldn't, not wanting any hurt to be inflicted on him if you were confronted again, but another part of you wanted him to protect you and keep running after you. No matter how hard, brave, or tough you acted in trying to find Jules now, you were still scared. You didn't want to go back to the hell you were forced in for days. You weren't ever stable enough to go through that a third time.
Thankfully, the security caught up to you as you got off the main backstage floors and followed the signs that lead you to the washroom.
"We need to go back-"
"We can't. We need to find the others and need to find Jules, we-"
"Ma'am the orders," he barked.
You snapped back, eyes furious when staring at him with harshness. "No. Now I order you."
He stared back in annoyance.
You kept the gaze, flinching out his hand that tried to cup your arm and drag you back to the backstage.
You were tired of being locked up.
"I promised the boys that Jules and I would be safe in the room by the time they're out. I promised Jules that this would all work out. She's missing and now so are the rest of the security. I'm going to go and look for answers, you choose whether to follow."
The man blinked. You were almost growling in his direction, determined and standing your ground. Behind all of it however, behind the tough act, you wanted to cave your knees in and beg with your eyes for him to follow you and help.
"I can't let you go alone."
Your chest filled with slight reassurance. Tough-act falling for a moment, you thanked the man and he nodded.
"The minute I smell anything that doesn't fit, it is my call for us to head back. No questions asked. Understood?"
You nodded, holding back your tongue and pride as you agreed to that middle-ground.
He was by your side as you both lead the way towards the washroom.
You side-glanced over to him. "What's your name?"
He glared over at you. He was young. Younger than the others and you could tell from the way he moved. It was obvious why the man was left behind to be safe and guard your door. He was just as trapped in your bubble as you, as he was babied in staying back from the other security that rushed to be heroes. His sharp jaw, alive eyes, and woken tinted and tanned skin held no wrinkles or stress lines. He was new, built, strong in body but not heart and you could tell. He was inexperienced and just as scared as you.
"If I answer that, I'll probably be a cliché and die today, so let's not," he mumbled and you couldn't help but crack a slight smile at that.
Apologizing, he said nothing but point his head in the direction of the last corner towards the narrowed halls that held stalls.
Once you turned the corner, the both of you froze. Your mouth was open, lungs screeching and begging for air as you forgot to breathe for a whole minute. Stuck in time, you focused on the bodies that were on the ground, some breathing, some barely, while one or two weren't at all. Some security found laying lifeless on the ground in front of the washroom, the security that was with you ran with a shout over to see how they were. He attended to his fellow peers, while your shocked form stepped into the washroom and rushed to try and see any clue that could lead you to Jules.
You were no longer tough. You were scared and let it peek through instantly.
Checking the stalls, calling her name, and hearing nothing in response, the security with you was already calling whoever he was told to call. You could've sworn you heard BangPD on the other end but didn't ask as some security were woken and helping the others.
You stared at them. Then you stared at the specific two whom were bleeding and dead. Right before your eyes, it saddened you to see. Head hurting, heart pounding, and flashes of images from your past raging through your head, this wasn't healthy for you. Stepping over them and feeling your cheeks damp, you apologized and kept apologizing. Crying and moving to stumble back in the hallway, the security that walked with you this far was the one to see you running down the hall and following the bloody footsteps that lead over to emergency stairs.
"Y/N!" he hollered out.
You didn't listen.
Running, you were no longer crying but your cheeks were wetter than ever and it made you believe you were still an emotional mess. That you were, that you were for sure as your body shook, your head hurt, and all you could see was dark blood. Car tops. Buildings. Pistols. Water and torture. Sato. Fucking Sato.
Screaming loud as you held onto your head and tried not to trip over yourself while walking down the stairs, your knuckles went white as you gripped at the railing. Breath hitching when arms took hold of you and helped you straighten up, there was a whisper at your ear.
"Lilo," the security murmured, "the names Lilo."
He ran with you again. The throbbing at your head slowly fading when seeing about two securities following you back. They seemed to scold Lilo for running away so instantly but the man repeatedly said that he had to do this, that he couldn't keep hiding and taking the easy way out. You listened to everything he said to argue his points back and smiled at the brotherly love these men carried for one another. You hadn't noticed it before, and you were sure none of the Bangtan boys noticed it either. Gems within a culture of constant fight and anxiousness they were trained for.
Standing onto your own two feet when reaching the bottom, the blood and trail of feet stopped when at the bottom stair that lead to the underground parking garage. There were three levels that were available to the public and this, well, this level was the fourth one. It was closed off and under construction. You rolled your watery eyes when having Lilo let you go. Moving towards the small window on the dark large door that locked the entrance shut, you blinked and tried to get a better understanding towards what you saw.
Seeing nothing but signs up for construction, a few smaller cranes and dust everywhere on the ground from broken stone chunks, your eyes widened when seeing what you were forcing your mind to search for. No longer seeing the trail of blood, you did see cars. There were many parked and it confused you. Snapping your head back to look over at Lilo and his team, you announced what you saw only to swallow your words when seeing two securities on the ground, unconscious with blood trailing out of their heads.
You couldn't see where the blood came from, but your eyes were too busy searching for Lilo to understand exactly what had happened when you had your back turned. Meeting his eyes that were scared but aware, it was like looking in a mirror. Facing the masked individual that seemed to hold a knife up to Lilo's throat, you arched your hands out, stepped forward and spat through your teeth.
"Don't hurt him."
The man behind the mask chuckled. You recognized it right away and your head started to throb again, flashes returning and memories that you tried to move on from crashing into you like a loaded bus.
It was Sato.
He moved his mask and wiggled his brows. "Always a nice surprise seeing you, now isn't it Y/N?"
You didn't say anything and he pressed the tip of the knife into the security's throat. It pooled out a little blood, enough to have Lilo squirm and you panic as you stepped further into him with a wavered pounce.
"Yes, y-yes!"
"Good girl."
Sato slapped the back of his fist hard into the back of Lilo's head. It caused the man's vision to go dark but didn't put him out completely. You jaw clenched hard when staring straight at Sato. Enough running, you decided to use all the flashes, all the pain stored within you and unleash.
You attacked him instantly.
Sato tossed Lilo to the side causing the man to stumble and blink rapidly, trying to catch himself with ease. As he looked over his shoulder, you were punching away and taking set of punches. Giving more than taking, the smile that grazed your bloody lip was enough for you to swing your stomach away from the knife that whisked the air and almost ripped your jacket open.
Once he joined to help, there was a sound that escaped you making everyone around shake in their boots.
You let out an angered, desperate, and frustrated scream.
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Most on ground level heard the muffled scream as they plotted and crowded backstage.
The concert was over. When Bangtan came back to the dressing room, they were stopped just before when seeing the door yanked wide open, clusters of their staff holding and propping up hurt and injured security, while other rung up any help they could. It was chaos backstage and Bangtan didn't notice until they got off the stage, sweaty, breathless, and world shaken.
Namjoon was numb as they explained everything. He tried to run and find you himself but the staff held him back. He then listened, and the members listened themselves, tired and heartbroken to hear what had happened while they were performing.
Jules had gone to the washroom well protected, they were ambushed and when woken, Lilo and you were also gone with two others. They explained where you went when Jimin asked. Namjoon mentally noted everything and waited for the right time for him to make a break for it. No matter what, no matter how many times their management tried to convince him to stay locked up in the room and wait for everything to be solved...this time around, Namjoon wasn't going to be scared to face the noise of guns or any other weaponry Aoroma's people carried. He wasn't going to hide and let you slip away again.
"Jules is pregnant with my child," he said stern, staring at one of the security that could barely hold himself together. He was bleeding from the gut and others helped him try and tame the bleeding that was making his face pale. "What do you expect me to do? Wait in that room and hope that they don't kill her or the fucking baby?" His voice was loud.
"Hyung-"
"No, Taehyung, let me speak."
The boys went quiet, not wanting to meddle.
Namjoon stared over at everyone that seemed to be looking his way. The others weren't focused at all, the crowd too big and too chaotic to be revolving around Namjoon and his resolutions.
"And Y/N? I can't let them take her again," Namjoon said bewildered, "Not again."
"Sir-"
"Don't chase after me. Call who you need to call and get some help."
The boys had their brows furrowed at that. It all made sense as Namjoon ran towards the famous washroom everyone was talking about. The boys were quick to react as they stood by anything the leader said, Jimin and Jin followed out of worry. They ran as well.
Only two securities were stable enough to run after them. The rest were too busy in their own world, practically dying, or trying not to pass out as they watched the boys risk their lives instead of follow orders and stay in the dressing room as planned.
"Police are on their way! BangPD stays to remain calm!" a voice yelled from the middle of the crowd.
Jin heard that as he was last, side-by-side with Yoongi who ran after everyone. His feet slowed when making it to the last corner everyone seemed to stare over at in surprise. Jungkook seemed to be the only one able to stare at all the blood and assumptions without getting emotional or fully disturbed by it all.
Jimin's hand went to Namjoon's shoulder as they viewed the inner walls of the stalls. Namjoon yelled and searched but all he saw was blood and footsteps leading to the emergency exit as informed earlier. Gulping down the pit that grew in his throat, he blinked back tears at what Jimin whispered out.
"I'm sure they're both okay."
"Police are on the way," Jin breathlessly let out, informing them with some soft of reassurance they could fall back on.
Taehyung swallowed that information out as he spoke, "If they can at least get one of Aoroma's men...it's a win from our side. She'll be behind bars and we'll have our evidence. Hyung, let's-" Before he could continue with warning and tell them all to return, Namjoon was already distressed and running down the emergency steps.
Jimin followed, head over his shoulder when staring at the others. The others took in a breath, Jin and Taehyung genuinely feeling terrible about what was possibly to come as they all followed with slight hesitation. Alert and goosebumps filling their arms as they went down, Namjoon was way too fast for them to keep up. It surprised them how fast he was going.
Breathless, when they reached the bottom, a door is where the blood halted at. Namjoon's forehead was against the cold door, ready to look back at them and scream out in cries.
The boys were right behind him.
Namjoon took in a shaky breath. When he stared at the window, before he could notice the cars that were in the distance of the closed off space, he noticed the frame of an additional person behind the boys that looked Namjoon's way in worry. Thinking it was a security that had possibly followed them as two had, Namjoon's whole world fell when realizing a blade in the individual's hands.
Then, he spotted four more of the same masked men, an additional presence of two women. His face went pale and his watery eyes dipped to turn and face them instantly.
Namjoon blinked.
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You observed Namjoon who suddenly couldn't blink.
He was in awe and horror of what he was surrounded by. While you, you blinked and numbly accepted all that happened around you in waits. Everyone was being baited. Just when you thought you were steps ahead, it took a lot for your pride and ego to be bruised and realize how you weren't at all. In this moment, you were defenseless and losing hope. You looked over at your life in this moment and couldn't help but think of one thing. Only one thing...
You know the feeling you get when you have to take the world's biggest—painfully watery, and stank-ass shit? That rummaging of intestines screaming to unclench, all along with your butthole and rectum crying for help? Well yes. Imagine having that feeling but seeing no toilet around. And I'm not about to shit my pants either so let's paint ourselves a picture here.
I'm standing here, two guns at my face, while Namjoon and the rest of the idol group came to "save me"—no pun intended.
They came to my rescue acting like some Knights...but ended up with broken bones, Jungkook stupidly kicking a loaded gun, and Taehyung peeing himself while laying on the ground unconscious.
Oh, what a sweet sight.
The minute the boy had been baited and brought over to the cars where you were held, it didn't take a genius to realize what was happening. Aoroma was on to us and she understood what was happening. Furthering that twisted revelation, you were heartbroken to see no Jules around, nor did you want to know at this point...you didn't want to know if she was dead or alive because a part of you knew that it was highly pointed to her being dead at this point.
So, in comes Bangtan, stupid and not thinking just how you were once with Lilo who was tied to a metal pipe that lead down water to the damp grounds. Him and other security guards were chilling, breathing and bleeding. More importantly, breathing and alive and that is all you needed to keep your own mouth closed when observing Sato smiling and talking to the others.
Taehyung however, he didn't keep quiet. He was loud, bashing about, scared and angry. He got pummelled and kicked down as they tried not breaking more of his bones. They got his face good and scared him into peeing himself. Which only later had him lifeless on the ground by Jimin's feet.
The older men were pretty quiet. Angry, but quiet as they knew that if they said anything, they'd be next, or worst, the other young souls would be next. So they stayed quiet for Jimin and Jungkook.
Ah, Jungkook. Poor innocent maknae thinking to save the world. His used his strength to get out and run for a gun when Taehyung was being beat. Unable to function through his tears, the maknae that successfully stolen a gun from a woman on Aoroma's team. But as he did, he was tricked from the safety, tripped, and then kicked the loaded gun away from his reach.
Yoongi groaned as he did, getting hyped out for some sort of victory for no reason. Jungkook glared at his hyung with watery eyes that were deadly. Yoongi apologized with his gaze as he tried to fight past the holds of masked individuals. Nothing worked.
Hoseok...well, he was the quietest. He had more to lose than anyone. He had more than just B to think about, he had a life outside of this mess. Like Namjoon, both stay quiet and obeyed for the most part. However, for Namjoon, everything that ever mattered to him was at risk right before his eyes. His members were here, hurt and in danger, you were hurt and barely looking over at him, while his unborn child was in the abdomen of a woman that was no where to be seen.
"Y/N it'll be alright," Namjoon said softly, eyes reassuring as he tried to move out of the grasp of the men who held him down.
You shook your head, trying your hardest not to have your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Yes Namjoon," you piped, sighing over at the man you had grown attached to, "We're totally going to make this one out alive."
Namjoon glared over at you being sarcastic in a moment of chaos.
What did he expect?
You all had been ambushed after the BTS concert and could still hear all the fans stomping away above the underground parking garage.
Guns to the face, fists to the faces, BTS and you stood frozen, waiting for the man behind all this mess to finally come and show himself.
They knew who the big boss was but couldn't contain the underlining doubt when thinking about Aoroma, sweet innocent and tiny little intern being the backbone to all this mess.
"Namjoon hyung, Taehyung isn't breathing," Jimin said through his teeth, eyes panicked as he tried to wrestle out of the grip of the strangers who held him.
You sighed, eyes shutting in defeat.
It's the 69th day—kinda like the position I was in last night—of knowing the famous and notorious Kpop group, and I might be the reason for them being killed at their own concert's parking lot.
How did I get to this point?
Oh right, it was a mixture of fuckery where all our lives crossed and merged into one whole situations and one whole enemy! Namjoon with his horny dog-ass-dick, you with your dead boyfriend and need to protect his reputation, and Jules with her pregnant ass that wasn't making a peep at all now. All because of what? Some crazy psycho Aoroma snapped? Your jaw clenched at your thoughts. You were angry now as you started to scream over at Sato who was paying attention to no one other than his phone.
"Where is your precious little Jules!" You yelled, referring to Aoroma as that's all her people knew her by. "And where is the other woman you took."
Sato's brows furrowed. "Would you shut up? Your voice alone hurts my head."
"Answer me and I'll shut up," you growled through your teeth, side-glancing over at Taehyung who was lifeless on the ground.
"Where is your leader," Namjoon mumbled out, worried about Taehyung. "Tell her to come out now, or I swear-"
"Jules will make her appearance once choosing to."
Namjoon now also growled. Tired and sick of this back and forth, you were quick to speak.
"Her name isn't Jules. Her name is Aoroma, that's her real fucking name. So, stay here, quiet and waiting for her to make her appearance, I don't care. Just know that she's probably fucking you all over as we speak and planning a way out of this all now."
You were prepared to the punch that was going to be delivered your way. It happened and your groaned as it did. Lip ripping further, you bleed more and it tossed back onto your tongue. Namjoon's cry for you to wake from your blinking and buzzing head was enough for you to shake your head awake and look back at Taehyung who was being stepped on by some of Aoroma's people.
Sato was the only one that seemed to start look impatient. There was a glint of doubt in his eyes but he didn't show it as he furiously looked and called at his phone. He had done his part. He had baited you all and waited for Jules to come back her grand finale...to make her entrance. But she didn't show and all the nonsense that you kept babbling since you were taken by Sato was starting to itch him on the bad side. He was slowly starting to believe everything you were saying...and you could tell from the glances of uncertainty from the other masked people that they were also worried.
You heard Sato's voice soft, desperate, and scared. That alone back you smile wildly to yourself. That alone being all the revenge you needed. Hearing him scared and unaware of what his fate was set out to be.
"Where are you Jules?" Sato whispered to himself.
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"I'm right here," Aoroma chimed, laughing as she hollered and made her feet loud when climbing up the stairs. "The question here is where are you going my sweet."
Jules ran. Out of breath and heaving one last time, she had thrown up the food Namjoon had bought her half-way up the staircase. Running, she was bleeding from her leg, her shin sliced as she held onto the railing as hard as she could. She didn't know where she was headed, but for some odd reason, she held onto her stomach, protected the life inside her and ran any corners that were free. Being ambushed by the door and finally meeting the woman that was behind the stealing of her name, Jules managed to escape and find a fight of her own. She ran. She ran faster than she could imagine.
It wasn't until she got closer and her vision blurred less at her eyes when she saw the coming doors. It was the roof of the arena. 24 flights of stairs and her legs burned. She couldn't feel her stomach, chest, and knew she was about to throw up again. Blinking back tears, Jules ran to the roof.
"Where are you Jules?" the woman's voice screamed out. She was almost chanting and singing as she breathlessly followed Jules up to the arena's top. Jules hated how chirpy and sweet Aoroma sounded as she basically hunted the pregnant woman down with a pistol twirling in her fingers.
Jules got to the top. As she opened access to the roof, her panting self tripped against the walls of the roof, clawing and wanting to grip on something before collapsing. Handling a bar that held up two tanks on the largely surfaced roof, it seemed like there was no end to it. Knees collapsing, Jules blinked blackness, seeing spots as she couldn't keep herself open to life. Knees together and to her chin almost, she held onto the metal, body white as she shivered in the cold of the weather pressures so high from the ground. Feeling as if she could almost touch the clouds from where she sat, Jules sat backwards, leaning against the stone. She looked up at the sky.
As she opened her eyes again, it wasn't the night sky that she saw. Nor did she see clouds. All she saw was her blurred vision capturing a face she didn't want to see. Looking at the woman Jules had been running away from this entire time, Jules scrambled to her feet, wobbling and slow as she moved to run some more. She was slow and Aoroma could walk and keep up with her.
Aoroma held a smile. Tired herself, the woman panted and clutched onto her gun as she tripped and tried to near Jules who was blinking, barely conscious, feeling faint...the pregnant woman jogged near the end of the arena, the end of the roof.
"W-WH-" Jules coughed, she tasted blood at the back of her throat as her chest heaved for air that was so crisp. She was high, high, high up from the ground and it was evident from the air that felt like fire running up and out of her chest. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
"You should know exactly why! You saw the USB at this point I'm assuming!"
Aoroma could claw at Jules hair. Both dove for the ground. Jules screamed as she landed on her back. Feeling her insides twist, her only worry was for her child. Struggling with Aoroma's weak grips, it was weird to not have the woman punch or hurt her as she sat over her stomach, hovering and weakly pointing a gun to Jules stomach causing her to weakly stop fighting.
Aoroma grinned when Jules stopped, lifeless moving her head and cheek over to the pavement underneath her. Getting up from on her, Aoroma kept her shaking gun intact before moving around and managing to get Jules long black hair tangled between her free fingers. Dragging Jules who started to scream and stumble again towards the corner of the roof, Aoroma screamed and started to cry along with Jules who was a whimpering mess.
"Don't cry my sweet! Don't cry!"
Jules cried harder. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"You, you and Namjoon, y-you and-" the woman was like a robot glitching as she tried to pound at her head and have everything work. Nothing did. She tried to collect words but would only cry harder. Dragging Jules to the roof, the reporter was crying and panicked when her head no longer hit the pavement, but instead air. If she was pushed anymore off, she would be flying back off into air, freefall, down to the Earth's surface.
Eyes watering, Jules started to fight again but Aoroma straddled her again, holding onto her wrists and forcing to have little movement that could cause both to possibly fall to death. Jules was begging at this point, constantly asking for her life to be spared. Thinking about her baby and only her baby, Jules shook her head.
"Don't cry. DON'T C-CRY, STOP!" Aoroma was crying just as hard as she pointed the gun at Jules head that was dangling off the side.
Jules looked away form the hole that pointing at her. Dark and narrow it was, it held a bullet that could easily have her blink and miss her entire life. Eyes scrunching, she looked over the side and could see cars and bodies that were toy and ant-like underneath her. Wind whipping and having her hair hit her face, Jules looked back at Aoroma who grabbed at her cheeks and forced her to look back at the gun.
Jules struggled more, trying to weakly fight and not let the black spots she saw behind her blinking eyelids win. "Why, p-please, why?!"
Aoroma cried, hard and grabbing Jules cheeks hard, the woman wasn't hesitant as she continued. "You, you and Namjoon. You were together and I got it, I got it all on camera I-"
Jules tried to talk but she couldn't as her lips were puckered weirdly and her hands were in fists trying to beat Aoroma off her. The girl was weak but stronger than Jules in this moment as she didn't budge.
"I was upset over him moving on from me to you so quick," she said, sniffling but her fingers loosening on Jules mouth so the woman could breathe better. "I was so angry, s-so angry but saw you in the video. I saw you and understood I understand I understand."
Jules brows furrowed deep at that. Seeing the loving expression trail in the woman's eyes that bled water, Jules started to panic more. She kicked at nothing. At a point, her efforts grew useless as she was letting her unconscious form win.
She didn't know if she was dreaming, but Jules heard police sirens in the distance. Was it the distance? Or was she too high up, to woozy-headed, and too close to fall asleep forever to even realize distance and time any longer?
"You're perfect you're beautiful you're perfect you're beautiful," Aoroma hiccupped, her hand that held the gun shaking, "When I saw you I wanted you for me and only me but Namjoon had you and he put a fucking baby in you and that, that wasn't nice that wasn't nice, THAT WASN'T NICE."
Jules blinked tiredly, hands falling away from punching Aoroma. The blackness behind her eyelids were starting to consume her. It was in this moment, Jules got a taste of what your slumbers for weeks looked like. She understood you in this moment. Jules understood you.
"Y/N," Jules mumbled and Aoroma let her cheeks go, noticing Jules falling in and out of consciousness.
Aoroma cried, shaking her head as she tried to touch Jules but was scared to do so. She shook her head, like a baby confused and loosing their every claim to sanity, Aoroma kept rambling and talking against the wind that was louder than her.
"Y/N Y/N got in the way, her b-boyfriend her boyfriend Kennah Kennah-"
Jules was delusional, falling in and out as her weak brows furrowed, "Monkey?"
"Kennah, Kennah ruined everything. I was supposed to team with Sato, pay money and help finish the USB, have him rich and in the end, have you to me and only me. Namjoon would think you destroyed him, he'd file reports, investigations would come come come but nothing to put you behind bars nothing nothing nothing. You would lose your job and I would come and get you and you would stay with me. You would stay and we'd run and run and run. Then maybe Namjoon could come too but he wouldn't touch you, no one could touch you."
Jules head whipped in the wind. She was knocked out successfully. More of her torso fell to dangle off the roof and Aoroma tried to catch her and hold her before she fell.
"Y/N ruined everything she ruined everything with Sarah and Kennah, they ruined everything it wasn't supposed to be this way," Aoroma shook as she held Jules to her chest. "I took your name I made people trust me I did so much for you, you realize that right? I did so much for you! But Y/N ruined it and I panicked and did things I shouldn't have I became sloppy but then they found out and I knew they knew it was me. I knew and I knew their plan and I knew they would bring you to me and here you are." The woman laughed, crying, "Here you are. Finally finally I can touch you."
Jules didn't respond. Her body cold, her skin white instead of the normal sun-kissed tan she had on a daily.
"And together, together we will be with each other forever now. I have you forever now. Sato is waiting and I leave him down there with the rest on purpose because they shouldn't no we're here," Aoroma shushed the air and it simply sounded like the wind whistled. She looked at the police cars that were parked and lighting up the night sky. Aoroma smiled at how pretty she found the colours to be before she giggled and moved Jules face to look over too. Jules wasn't looking, she was limp with her eyes shut. "LOOK LOOK THEY'LL SEE US FLYING, THEY'LL SEE US."
Aoroma picked Jules up, holding the woman who was standing and having her head roll and tilt in different directions. She hugged Jules tight, looking over and giggling in the reporter's ear.
"Let's go let's go let's go."
Aoroma stepped out and Jules followed.
As she tilted backwards and lost her balance. Aoroma was meant to hit the car's hoods as pillows and have Jules fall with her.
Jules winced. There was a fire-like heat that clasped her hand. Feeling consciousness take her when finding the hold on her forearm to hurt, she blinked weakly, trying to find stability to her legs as she twirled and fell forward with Aoroma who was already off the roof.
The hand, the grip, the hot warm and warning-filled grip held Jules back. Blinking tiredly, Jules knees gave in as she weakly fell forward onto them, hands gripping the rides of the roof as she stabilized herself. She blinked and watched Aoroma's eyes that were closed, her body and clothing wrinkling in the air. Eyes shutting when there was a loud crash that sounded far in Jules's ears, the reporter blinked tired. She opened her eyes the next time and noticed Aoroma's arms hugging the gun to her chest.
Sprawled and dead on the cars below, Jules took in a long sigh as she laid down, looking past the roof and memorizing Aoroma who was sprawled and dead, police and fans who were still lingering around the arena yelling and crying over the shock.
Jules looked over at her hand that was once held. Looking down at the spot that was burning at a point, her brows knit when seeing no hand there. Staring with slow eyes around the roof, she was alone.
It took her a lot to stare back down at the scene. Resting her head on her hand, Jules felt relaxed and warm even though she was once freezing on this roof close to the cold clouds. Suddenly warm and feeling as if a blanket was on her, Jules blacked out again.
Crowded.
Screams.
And scared being were witnessing Aoroma who bled out on BangPD's work vehicle.
She hugged the pistol that seemed to have accidentally used during her fall. Aoroma had shot herself in the chest before falling to her death.
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"She's dead, she's probably dead by now."
Namjoon was crying, struggling and thinking about Jules when hearing screams and police sirens all around the arena. It was clear it was probably a mob outside, he couldn't see it but he could hear the difference in peace.
Jungkook painfully whispered to himself, "She can't be."
The others were frozen in shock but felt the reassurance of the police ring in their ears.
Sato looked terrified. Some of the others were already starting to let go of Yoongi and Jin as they piled into cars. Soon after, you watched as everyone started to leave and only Sato and a few men who were loyal to him stayed behind. Sato, angry and scared held his gun up to your face when you stared to laugh bitterly.
"Sucks doesn't it? Feeling helpless and scared?"
"I will kill you."
You grinned. "Go for it," you popped, teeth bloody and appearance mirroring the disgusting image that used to be portrayed on your dead ex. "I know that you won't."
His barrel hit your forehead and you winced backwards. "How can you be so sure, you bitch?" he was growling but the terror in his eyes was enough to heal any pain you felt. It humanized him all while dehumanizing him. Suddenly, the torturer, your torturer wasn't so strong. The prey was now the hunter.
"Time." You responded, "Because of time."
Sato's big brows furrowed at that. "Wha-"
Before he could finish, a shot wailing in the direction of him and you saw it coming so you didn't flinch. The other jumped hugely, seeing blood splatter on you, Namjoon cried when thinking you were shot. It all was made clear when you weren't. Sato was the one to hit the floor, stumble onto his knees and halt in his actions as everyone looked over to the person who held a weapon.
BangPD. He grinned as he brought his weapon down and police spilled in like spiders escaping their nest.
Sato survived as his loyal team picked him up and helped him stumble to the last remaining car. You watched. Seeing his gun on the ground, you stared at it. Did you pick it up? No. No you didn't. You simply watched the horror at his tip-toeing feet as him and the others escaped. The quiet garage loud as they rushed out. The police yelled into their gadgets and warned the cars outside for what was to come of Sato and his escape.
You didn't worry however. You didn't worry. Instead, you kicked the gun calmer and purposefully, mirroring Jungkook's mess-up.
Staring over at the security that were being let free and helped by police and paramedics that now started to seep in, your eyes softened when meeting Lilo who smiled in your direction.
He didn't die in this story.
The next you knew of your standing form was the sudden ambush of Namjoon's arms as he took you in. Your nose dove into his scent almost immediately.
You relaxed yourself, whipping the blood on your mouth to his already dirtied shirt.
"What would you do without me?" BangPD scolded, moving as all the other boys went to go and cater to Taehyung who was still in a slumber by the ground. Jimin didn't leave the boy's side.
You sighed into Namjoon's chest, nuzzling your nose to mask the smell of the jacket you wore.
It was Kennah's jacket.
"You're okay now, we're all okay," Namjoon whispered, crying and breathing you in himself. He was shaken and worried as he looked around, still alert and wanting to know where Jules was.
"Jules, is she-"
"She was found on the roof," BangPD said with a small smile, helping the paramedics get to Taehyung. "They're rushing her to the hospital along with Taehyung. She'll be fine, you'll all be find."
Namjoon pursed his lips. He whimpered, he thanked the man then looked up to the ceiling as he hummed and thanked the air. Kissing your forehead, he didn't question why you didn't speak. Instead, he held you close and you let him.
"Aoroma fell from the roof," BangPD said as he hugged the other members who were shaken and hugging onto his each other the best they could. Jungkook and Yoongi were inseparable now...
Aoroma fell.
You had no expression, not even a crack of a smile as you stared up at Namjoon. He had a sad smile, relieved but guilty over being relieved. You hated how that worked. She was in the wrong in so many ways, yet, when she was gone and dead, you couldn't find yourself to perk your lips up. You wanted to see him dimples. You wanted to see him smile.
He did, very slow as he let himself relax. Namjoon's dimples deepened and so did his fingers that went underneath the black jacket you wore. His hands searching your warm skin that made you shiver and sink into his arms deeper as well.
"I love you," he whispered, tears of his rolling off his chin and hitting your cheek.
You held his chin, tapped it and examined his lips that were close to his eyes. Moving high on your feet, you leaned your weight on him. Holding his chin slow, you sighed at his lips as you pathetically and weakly kissed him back.
Seeing paramedics arrange themselves to come and separate Namjoon and you, you did what you could in the last moment you had before going to hide under a blanket at the back of an ambulance. You wanted to ride to wherever Jules was going and you wanted Namjoon to share the same blanket, sitting next to you.
Hoping for the best, you kissed him. Tapping his chin again with your dirty finger, you didn't say anything back as you whispered for him to safely meet you outside the arena.