"Jimin?" An all too familiar voice rings through the frightened boy's ears like a soothing melody.
Jimin let's out a large breath, like he just finished choking on air. His chest feels lighter as he now cries tears of relief.
"Hoseok." He whispers, falling off the toilet seat, opening the stall door and scurrying over to him. Hoseok envelopes Jimin in a bear hug, holding him as tight as he can, like the smaller will disappear in a second. Just as Jimin thinks it's safe, someone else comes into the washroom. Hoseok quickly covers Jimin's mouth, stopping him from screaming.
"Wait, wait! It's just Jungkook." Hoseok says urgently, seeing Jungkook close the door behind them, locking it again. Jungkook walks over, taking Jimin from Hoseok's hold. They hug for a second before Hoseok notices Jungkook crying.
"Kook, what's wrong?" Hoseok whispers, keeping his voice low so no one else hears them from outside.
"I-it's Joon." Jungkook chokes out. The two others freeze. Jimin steps out from the hug.
"What happened?" Jimin asks, hoping to all fucking gods that it's not what he thinks.
"I don't know. Joon told us to run when the shooter found us. Hoseok and I ran first and split up. I was a hall over when I heard the gun shot. I thought it was just someone else.." Jungkook explains. "Until I heard Jin scream bloody murder." He finished, completely breaking down now.
"I hate to bring this up, but the shooter is still outside, and you guys crying is going to get us caught." One of the people in the stalls say.
"Right, sorry." Jungkook wipes his tears, taking a deep breath and back hugging Jimin, keeping him close. They lean against the sink counter, Hoseok sitting on top. They loose track of how long they sit there for when Hoseok gets a text from Yoongi.
"Yoongi needs me." Hoseok whispers out.
"Why, what's wrong?" Jungkook asks, knowing going out there is a death wish.
"Taehyung is freaking out and Yoongi can't calm him down." Hoseok says, swearing under his breath as he shoves his phone in his pocket.
"No, you can't go out there." Jimin refuses to let his friend leave.
"I'm sorry Jimin, but I have to. It's been quiet, maybe he left." Hoseok says, unlocking the door.
"No, Hoseok, don't go. It's a death wish!" Jimin cries, feeling helpless. Hoseok walks over and places a quick kiss on Jimin's forehead, then quickly runs out of the washroom before Jimin could protest again. For some reason, Jimin starts counting how many minutes he's out for.
He only gets to 47 seconds before another gun shot is heard.
"Hoseok!!" Jimin screams, knowing damn well it's him who's out there. No one else is crazy enough to go out there. Jungkook covers Jimin's mouth, holding a death grip on his body with his other arm so Jimin doesn't run out there.
"Hmf.. mhmm!" Jimin's cries and screams are muffled by Jungkook's hand. He squirms a little, but the elder's grip is too strong.
"Jimin, please calm down, you'll get us caught." Jungkook leans down, whispering in Jimin's ear. The younger stops squirming but his tears don't stop. "There you go, it's okay. It wasn't Hoseok, don't worry." Jungkook continues to whisper good things into his ear to calm him down. He keeps his chin rested on Jimin's shoulder, the younger feeling the elder's breath on his neck every time Jungkook takes a deep breath.
At least another 5 minutes pass before yelling and shouting is heard through the halls. Fast and heavy footsteps are heard echoing through the halls.
"The police are here." A person in the stalls say. "It's tweeted all over social media." They inform. It's like the whole school let's out a sigh as the police check every room and arrest the man in black.
"All clear!!" A police yells from a distance. The two people from the stalls emerge. One boy they don't recognize, the other, being Jackson. "All clear!" The police yell again, closer this time. Jimin and Jackson make quick eye contact before Jungkook takes him out of the washroom.
They slowly walk down the hall, looking at everyone hugging their friends, even teachers hugging students. Jimin looks out a window, seeing an ambulance at the front of the school, putting someone inside. All Jimin could think is "Namjoon" or "Hoseok". He slips his hand out of Jungkook's, bolting down the hall and out the front doors of the school. He's so close to the ambulance before and officer stops him.
"Woah woah, what are you doing?" The officer asks, putting a hand on Jimin's chest.
"Who's in that ambulance?" Jimin asks frantically, eyes darting back and forth from the doors closing on the ambulance to the officer.
"The shooter." The officer states. Jimin's eyes stop, staying on the officer.
"Excuse me?" Jimin chuckles, hysterics coming forth.
"The shooter was shot with his own bullets, idiotic right? He'll be fixed up then put behind bars. Go back inside, I'm sure your friends are worried." The officer ruffles Jimin's hair before walking off to a few other officers. Jimin watches the ambulance speed away before walking back inside. He pushes through everyone, trying to find his someone, just anyone.
"Jimin." He's pulled to the side by Jungkook. "Where did you go?" He asks, holding onto his wrist.
"I- I went out to the ambulance." Jimin replies, eyes darting around for his other friends.
"Who was in the ambulance?" Jungkook asks, fear spreading on his face.
"The shooter." Jimin says, spotting a familiar bob of hair.
"Yoongi!" Jimin shouts, grabbing the attention of the older male. He bolts right over, bringing both Jimin and Jungkook in for a hug, holding them tightly.
"Oh thank fuck you asses are okay." Yoongi sighs, dwelling in the warmth their living bodies give off.
"Are you okay? Where's Taehyung? Did Hoseok get to you?" Jimin asks once Yoongi lets them both go.
"Woah Jimin, one question at a time. Yes, I'm fine. Taehyung is with Jin right now." Yoongi explains, pointing down the hall where Taehyung and Jin are. Suddenly, someone else joins them. Jimin pushes past Yoongi, running over to the three.
"Jung Hoseok!" Jimin yells, stopping in front of Hoseok. Just as Hoseok opens his mouth, Jimin slaps him across the face.
"Don't, do that again!" Jimin growls, then pulls him in for a hug.
"O-okay." Hoseok mutters, hugging him back, ignoring the stinging on his cheek.
"Jimin, are you okay?" Taehyung asks, pulling Jimin over after Hoseok lets him go.
"I won't know until I see-" Jimin stops, watching as the person he's needed to see for the past hour and a half walks out of the nurse's office and over to them. Jungkook runs over, tackling Namjoon in a hug. It's when Namjoon wraps his hands around Jungkook's waist, that Jimin sees Namjoon's wrist wrapped in bandage. Once Jungkook helps Namjoon stand back up, the taller makes his way over to Jimin.
"You okay Jiminie?" Namjoon asks, looking down at Jimin. The younger stays quiet, his eyes glossing over with tears. Namjoon starts panicking a little before Jimin steps forwards and quickly wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck, holding him tightly. Namjoon hugs back, bringing Jimin right against him, digging his head into the crook of Jimin's neck.
"I thought y-you were sho-ot. I- I-" Jimin stutters out.
"I know, I know, but it's okay, I'm fine." Namjoon rubs Jimin's back. Letting him go, they both face the others, smiling and waiting patiently.
"So, how were you not shot?" Jungkooks asks, arm around Taehyung's shoulders.
"Well you see.."
. . .
"Namjoon!!" Jin screams, starting the panic of everyone else, the man in black running off. Jin's view blurs, tears rising without warning, not getting a clear view of Joon as everyone running and screaming blocks him. Someone bumps into him, making him fall onto the ground.
After the last door slams shut, he looks up and over to Namjoon who is laying on the floor as well. Jin's body fills with adrenaline as he pulls himself up off the ground and runs over, keeling down next to Namjoon's body.
"Where- where's the blood?" Jin asks Namjoon, who's eyes are half open.
"I wasn't shot, you dumbass." Namjoon chuckles. He lifts up the sword in his hand, showing him the bullet stopped within the metal. "Good thing I was in History right?" Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh, wincing as he drops the sword.
"What's wrong?" Jin asks, helping Namjoon sit up.
"The impact of the bullet hitting my sword was too much for my wrist. It bent backwards too much, I think its sprained." Namjoon looks at his wrist turning an ugly purple.
"We'll get you to the nurse after this is over, for now we need to hide." Jin says quickly, helping Namjoon up.
. . .
"And yeah, we hid in one of the janitor's closets for the rest of the time. Once the police yelled all clear, we went straight to the nurse and she patched him up." Jin finishes off the story.
"What a Namjoon thing to do." Taehyung hums, earning a few low laughs from the others.
"Attention students, attention please. The shooter had been taken out of the building, you all may return home for the remainder of the day." The principal announces over the speakers.
"I've already called Mr.Bastion, he said a car is on the way here." Jin holds up his phone. They all nod, agreeing to grab their stuff and meet back at the front entrance. Jungkook takes Jimin's hand, leading him back to their Math class where they grab their stuff, over hearing everyone's stories and experiences during the lock down.
"What time is it?" Jimin asks, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"It's almost 2:30pm" Jungkook responds after glancing at his phone.
"Oh good, nap time." Jimin says, drained from crying the past 2 hours. They arrive at the front gates of school, just waiting on Taehyung and Yoongi. Once they arrive, they all pile into the car, Jimin sitting between Namjoon and Hoseok. He takes this opportunity to lean his head on Namjoon's shoulder while holding Hoseok's hand. The whole ride home the car was silent, everyone trying to get over their own traumatic experience from today.
Once they're home, they pile out of the car, heading inside. As soon as they get to the living room, they see Minho there, pacing around and mumbling to himself.
"Minho?" Jimin asks, grabbing his attention. Minho stops pacing and looks at his boys.
"Oh thank god." He gasps out, rushing over to them. He stretches his arms out and hugs all seven of them in a group hug. "Thank god my boys are safe." He sighs, finally at peace.