Stuck With Jungkook

Fanmeet Part 3

I grew up in a bad neighborhood, so I knew how to fight someone with a knife. I quickly reached my hand in front of the blade and locked my shoulder, the switchblade neatly impaling my hand, luckily missing the bones. I gripped the hilt of the knife with the same hand, and used the leverage I had to wrench it from her grip. Good thing it was buried up to the handle, or else I'd have to use my other hand, and risk getting it injured.

By this time, people had figured out what was happening, and screams erupted in the room. People were running right and left, and the sasaeng made a move to flee as well.

Not so fast, bitch.

I grabbed her hair and yanked as hard as I could, throwing her to the ground. I swiftly pried the knife out of my hand and held it threateningly at her, my knee on her stomach and my foot on her neck.

Security finally arrived, and took her away. One of them grabbed my arm.

"Ma'am, you need to get to the hospital!" She gasped, looking at my hand.

I looked back. Jungkook was shaking uncontrollably, Hobi was having a panic attack, Jimin and Taehyung were crying, Joon was paler than Yoongi, and Jin and Yoongi were despeately trying to keep everyone calm.

They were going to need someone to help them feel safe, not bodygaurds.

"I'll go in a minute, it isn't bleeding bad and it's clean. I work at the hospital, and I have traning in mental health." I gestured to the panicking idols. "I think they need me." The woman nodded and turned away. I quickly ripped the lace off of my shirt and tightly wrapped it around my hand, and fastened my collar around it to keep it in place. Then I hurried over to the group of men.

First I went to Hoseok.

"Hey, it's-" I was cut off as he scrambled away from me, hyperventilating. I tried again. "Hey, listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to help you calm down, okay? They caught the sasaeng, she can't hurt you. I need you to breathe with me, can you do that?" I moved a little closer, putting my hands on his shoulders. He seemed to relax a little. "Good, now inhale, 1, 2, 3...exhale, 1, 2, 3..."

It only took a few minutes to calm him down. After he was breathing normally and burying his face in Yoongi's chest, I moved on to Jimin and Taehyung, who were crying hysterically.

I instructed Jin to help them sit on the floor. He did so, and then I sat down with them.

"Hey there...it's okay. Nobody got hurt, and nobody can hurt you any more. You can cry, but stop panicking. You're all safe, got it?" I reached over and held each of their hands for a second, one at a time. When I was finished, they were hugging each other, still sniffling, but very much not in hysterics.

I walked over to the last teary member, Jungkook. He was being held tight by Namjoon, and sobbing quietly into his chest.

"Why did she try to kill me hyung? Am I really that bad?" He shook as he spoke, causing his voice to waver and crack. I could tell he was trying to stop crying, but couldn't, which only made him cry harder.

Aw hell naw.

"No. You are most definetly NOT 'that bad'. Don't worry about her. She isn't right in the head, no one in their right mind would hate you." I said soothingly. She can't hurt anyone any more, I'm going to make sure she's locked up for good. Nobody will ever try a stunt like that again."

I'm getting dizzy. I take a quick glance at my hand, and see blood dripping onto the floor. I'm surprised I've lasted this long.

Unfortunately my glance didn't go unnoticed by Namjoon. His eyes widened, and he gasped.

"YOUR HAND!" He shouted. "MEDIC!"

I hurriedly shushed him as Jungkook noticed too. Of course, he had to scream and faint, catching the attention of everyone there. The members rushed over to check on their Kookie, and noticed my squirting hand. Jimin started crying again, Taehyung stared, unmoving, unblinking, and Hoseok, like Jungkook, fainted dead away. Yoongi started hyperventilating and shaking, and Jin leaned over and threw up. I glared at Namjoon, and he pulled his head further ito his turtleneck, looking guilty.

"Take care of them, you pabo." I mumbled, passing out.