Make You Know Love

Devil Wrapped In Silk

"You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil" - Unknown

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Jimin hastily covered Anastasia's mouth before she could scream, drawing her to his chest.

"He'll be fine," he murmured in her ear.

Fine? She thought, how could he be fine? He was being held at gunpoint!

Faster than she could really follow, Taehyung lunged forward, grabbing the barrel of the gun and tackling the man. Jimin's hand couldn't completely muffle her terrified screech when Taehyung didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

She didn't have time to process what she'd just witnessed because she was suddenly being ripped away from Jimin

"No!" She shrieked, writhing and scratching at the arms now holding her hostage, "Jimin!"

Tears clouded her vision and she could barely make Jimin out as he struggled against the three men holding him down, gagging him.

Stop it! She thought desperately, a gag being shoved into her own mouth. You're hurting him!

"We'll kill him," A tall man in a suit threatened, casually slipping between his two hostages.

At first, Anastasia thought he was talking to her, but then she noticed Taehyung creeping closer, a sparse trail of bodies in his wake.

Were they dead? She couldn't handle the thought, but to her relief, she noticed one of them moving, groaning into the sand.

"No, you won't," Taehyung's voice was chilling — absolute.

The man's expression morphed into a smirk and he shrugged, "Maybe not, but I'll kill her"

With renewed vigor, she began to struggle, desperate to get away. She didn't want to die!

She felt a pinch in her neck before everything faded to black, a bullet searing through Taehyung's abdomen the last thing she saw.

***

There was thumping in her head, that was the first thing she registered. The cold, dry air that made it hard to breathe was the second thing.

It was hard to form a coherent thought beyond that when it felt as if her skull was threatening to split open every time her heart beat.

Disoriented, head foggy, she tried to remember where she was, but she just couldn't think.

She was in and out of consciousness after that, vague memories of indistinct voices, and moments of deafening silence were the only things she remembered. The ache in her bones, whether from the cold or something else, never left. In another moment of awareness, she felt her limp body being shoved into something, a car maybe?

A door slamming, voices, then nothing.

It must have been many hours before she roused again because her limbs were stiff and sore. Still groggy, though significantly less so than before, she struggled to sit up. The violent shivers, which no doubt also attributed to the soreness in her muscles, no longer wracked her frame. A small relief.

"You're awake," Jimin's sweet voice echoed beside her.

Unprepared, she flinched, not expecting his presence.

Blinking away the blurriness in her vision, she was greeted with his angelic smile. Still, he looked different from the last time she'd seen him. There was deep purple bruising under his eyes from lack of sleep and his clothes looked more disheveled than they usually did. And in his eyes, she saw something she'd never seen before — fear.