𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Twelve: Stuck With You

~~~SANGHEE~~~

"August D?!" I repeat, my voice sinking off into a small cry.

His cold onyx eyes scan my entire body, head to toe. I shiver internally, wanting to run away and burry myself in a hole.

He rolls his eyes, "It's not like I want this. Just shut up and follow me."

      I can feel my legs start to tremble...
Maybe I should've listened to my father. Maybe I should've chosen Jiun...

     How did I possibly get August D?! I could've gotten ANYONE. There are so many people in this huge village. He must be similar in age to me. Or we must have some kind of similarity... but why did it have to be him?

Is this a joke?

How could date be so cruel?

     All I ever hear (even though I've just moved here ), are all the horrible stories about him. All the bad things he's done. Will he kill me...? Will I even make it out alive?

    The men and women in the circle cast me looks of pity and fear, clearly thinking the same as I.

     Just as I open my mouth to respond, a guard shoves Jimin into the circle, tossing him to the ground.

"Sanghee?" he calls, glancing up at me. His eyes dart between me and August D.

"He's not—," Jimin begins, his eyes bulging.
"—Yes, I am," August D hisses, "So stay out of it unless you want a gun up against your head again."
"Don't you dare hurt her," Jimin demands, shooting daggers at his opponent.

     "Let's go," August D says, yanking my wrist. I squirm uncomfortably, but his grasp does not falter.

"Wait," I protest, staring back at the small circle of people, who are meeting their new "spouses."

     "Let go," I hiss under my breath.

    He snaps his head around, his eyes landing on mine, "If I hold you like this, no ones gonna try and attack us. No one ever tries to attack me. I could care less if you die, but Id like to at least know you're name before it happens."

     I scoff at his dark sense of humour. People are beginning to get violent with one another... it's really a heartbreaking sight. Lovers being torn apart—people trying to stab or even kill one another—crying women and screaming men—dead bodies—blood—.

    August D suddenly stops in front of a weeping figure, letting go of my wrist and yanking the figure upright.

"Jungkook," he hisses, "Get ahold of yourself! Someone could hurt you."

I glance down at Jungkook, turning away when his bloodshot eyes meet my own. His eyes are puffy and red from crying so much.

"Yoongi—," he cries catastrophically, "I didn't get Jangmi."

The horrible image of Jangmi and Jungkook being pulled apart flashes through my head. I do feel sorry for him.

"Jungkook," August D says, in a surprisingly soft voice, "Please get in line. Don't hurt yourself more. Someone has been chosen for you—."

I shriek in alarm when a man in a raggy cloak jumps at Jungkook with a long knife. August D quickly springs into action, diving for the unknown stranger and pulling out his gun. The man punches him in the face, but it doesn't seem to faze August at all. August D throws the stranger to the ground, shooting him directly in the head. In the eye... to be precise.