Dangerous | Jung Jaehyun

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Sora POV

"I did track in middle school, so very fast."

Jaehyun reveals a beaming smile before grabbing my hand and running at full speed down the empty building.

"Jaehyun, you're going too fast." I gasp loudly as I try to breathe in the air that was going by so quickly.

"We're almost out." He says, reassuring me. Sure enough, we turn a corner to the outside world. I feel an extreme rush of joy run through my body. After this, I'm moving somewhere far away, like Iceland so no one can find me and kidnap me again.

We're about to head out the door but someone grabs my hand and jerks me away from Jaehyun. I collapse on the floor as Jaehyun turns around, worried. He suddenly looks above me with a glare.

I shift my head upwards. Taehyung.

He had his gun out, pointed at not Jaehyun, but at me. "You really thought you could escape? So pathetic."

Taehyung harshly pulls me up by the forearm and puts me into his arms so I can't run. Jaehyun draws his gun and points it at Taehyung, who remained his devilish smirk. What are we going to do? It's just Taehyung, Jaehyun and me in this room!

"Put the gun down if you don't want her to be shot, Jaehyun." Someone says behind us. A couple of women - Maybe around 6 - stand next to Taehyung. Wait, one of them is Yuju. Is Yuju apart of GFRIEND?

Jaehyun looks scared but doesn't put down his gun. More footsteps are heard as I see a couple of more men, probably working with Taehyung, stand next to him with smug grins.

"Jaehyun!" I see NCT run in but quickly notice the situation we were in. They draw their guns as well.

"Taeyong!" I say to my brother, whose face softened up once he saw me. He looked... Tired. When was the last time he got to sleep? Damnit, he hasn't changed one bit since we were kids. Once a workaholic, always a workaholic.

Someone who I remember from when BTS raided the NCT base locks up the front doors, so nobody can run out. "Finally, Taeyong is here."

"Don't hurt her, kill me instead," Taeyong says with an emotionless face. More men walk in and stand next to NCT. My god, how many people were involved with this?

A girl with blonde hair steps up. "We would, but where would be the fun in that?" Some people snicker at her remark which honestly wasn't that funny.

"Is it necessary for this many people to watch me die? I thought-" I start but get cut off.

"Shut up, girl." Taehyung growls down my ear.

"Wait, Baekhyun... You're on the wrong side." Someone next to Taeyong says.

Baekhyun continues glaring as some people exchange betrayed looks.

"Seriously dude? I gave you my food once." Lucas complains but shuts his mouth when Yuta gives him a smack on the head.

"Any last words?" Taehyung taunts at me.

'Uh... 'Gimme some time to think?" I say. Of course, my last words have to be stupid. Can't you be serious for once, Sora?

Taehyung rolls his eyes and clicks his gun, ready to shoot. I close my eyes and prepare to have a bullet shot through my head.

1...

2...

3...

Am I dead? Because everything is pitch black. The thing is... I can still feel Taehyung. Maybe someone turned off the lights? I take the opportunity of the dark lighting to escape from Taehyung's grip and run away from him as fast as possible. I can hear chaos erupt behind me as everyone was trying to find me. Multiple shots are fired as I hear some people fall to the ground.

The lights turn back on but at this point, I was away from everyone. I run through the dark hallways quickly but quietly, trying to find any exist away from here.

I pant loudly, already out of breath even though I haven't even been running for that long. I can't stop here, though. The whole building is running around trying to find me! I stop at a corner to catch my breath but I suddenly see some people run towards me with their weapons drawn. Without thinking twice I run in the opposite direction. They quickly chase after me. I turn a sharp right and start running down the hallway. I'm about to pass out from exhaustion when someone grabs me and pulls me into not just any room; a security room.

"Hide in that closet." The yellow-haired boy from before points at a coat closet.

I puff in and out heavily. "Why... Are you helping me?"

"I don't have time to explain. Now hide in that closet if you don't want to die!" Before I can respond he shoves me with a bunch of coats and shuts the door in my face. I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my loud breathing.

Suddenly the doors bursts open. "Yeonjun, where is she?"

So his name is Yeonjun. That's pretty.

"I... The east-wing. I saw her run there a couple of seconds ago. Did she escape or something?" Yeonjun stutters.

"Yeah, she escaped... Because of you." Of of the other men says. I open the door slightly to get a better look at what's happening.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yeonjun scratches his neck.

"Yes, you do. You're the only person that has access to the lights. Who else would've turned them off?" One of the men shoves into the computers harshly.

"Wonwoo I-" Before Yeonjun can finish, a loud gunshot echoes through the room. I gasp but quickly cover my mouth.

" That's what you get for helping her, traitor. Seungcheol, let's go." Wonwoo says. Once I make sure that their footsteps are far away, I hurry out of the closet to see Yeonjun on the floor, holding his gunshot wound that was located directly on his chest.

"Omg! Uh..." I quickly grab a nearby piece of cloth and put it over his wound to stop the intense amount of blood that was leaving his body.

He winces in pain. "No, don't. I'm gonna die anyway."

"But..." I say but he waves me off. "Why did you help me?"

He sighs. "I don't know... I just had to. Like god whispers in my ear and told me so."

A small tear comes out of my eye at his meaningful words.

He starts to fade out. "Listen, there's a window at the end of this hallway. If you open the window, you'll see a ladder going down. Use that to escape. And... don't die, for me."

I nod my head, tears slowly falling down my cheeks as I watch him slowly close his eyes and leave the Earth.

I wipe my tears quickly as I stand up, ready to leave.

"I hope you live well in your next life, Yeonjun."