Run With Me || JJK+PJM

twenty

JUNGKOOK

My consciousness seems to blink back as I groan and slowly open my eyes. My hands and feet are tied to a wooden pole and my neck aches painfully. The man who took me is standing in front of me.

Oh my God. Am I about to be auctioned off? How long have I been knocked out? Where am I? Where's Jimin? Oh my God, I'm going to-

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man calls out and I wince as more than a dozen candles shine in front of me from onlookers who want to see what the fuss is all about. I recognise the cobblestone and I realise I haven't left the town yet. My mouth and throat feel dry and there's a cloth shoved in my mouth that makes me sick.

"This boy didn't come to this town alone - he had a friend," the man says cockily, finally looking up at the stage to look at me. He smirks and I fume and glare at him but it doesn't help me.

"His friend is quite the rich one-"

At this, the villagers start to whisper.

"-he has silver hair and is slightly shorter than this one. Whoever brings him up will be handsomely rewarded by his mother who is worried sick about him," he finishes before sitting on the edge of the stage.

My muscles strain against the ropes and it hits me how drained and tired I am. I try to look into the crowd but all I see are flames and fire.

This is it. This is actually it. Jimin ran away. Good for him. At least he has a chance to li-

And then in the corner of the dark, I see the bastard.

JIMIN

I wet my lips nervously as I eye Jungkook who is bound to a pole on some stage. The crowd is starting to thicken and some are already leaving to start looking for me.

I try to desperately think of a plan to get us out of this but I can't.

And then Jungkook meets my eyes and it renews my will to fight for our lives. I take a deep breath and then my feet are taking me to him.

My silver hair sticks out of the hood and the crowd makes a path for me until I am finally in front of the stage. The man who I assume kidnapped Jungkook approaches me and the colour fades from my face.

"Taehyung?" I ask in disbelief.

"Park Jimin," he replies, looking me dead in my eyes with that infuriating smugness of his.

"What are you doing here?" I grit through my teeth.

"Can't you put it together by now? Your mother sent me here," he says innocently.

"She's not my mother," I growl. He ignores my statement and instead looks at Jungkook.

"I thought we were friends Jimin, I really did. But I see you made a new one," he grins devilishly.

"Let him go," I say seriously.

"Oh no, darling, I'm afraid I can't," he pouts as he looks back at me. My gaze hardens.

"What do you mean?"

"Mi Cha was worried when she heard that you'd dragged a poor innocent into your crap-"

"He has his crap too-"

"So she dug around a bit and found his father who, as it turns out, is worried sick about his poor boy," he finishes his bullshit with another smile. The lump in my throat thickens and I look at Jungkook who's even more agitated now. Then I look back at Taehyung.

We were never friends - Taehyung and I. Our families are friends, I suppose, but he was only truly introduced to me at one of my father's business anniversaries. He's always wanted my family business and of course, Mi Cha reached out to him to find me - it's his sick way of kissing up to her.

"Let him go and I'll hand the business over to you," I say lowly.

He laughs haughtily before stopping and sighing contentedly.

"My, have I waited forever for you to say that," his voice runs like silk but his eyes pierce mine.

"Unfortunately, it's a bit too late for that now," he says as he pulls out a shiny dagger from his side. I freeze and I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips. The crowd gasps and backs off a little and Jungkook struggles against his post more, trying to scream and shout.

I stay still as he points it at me.

"Do as I say and no one gets hurt."