Forgotten You

17: Kyung

Hello~
First off sorry it's been more than a month since I last posted. The semester was ending, and I had to get everything sorted out before finals. It's just been a ride and I forgot how time/life-consuming finals are.

Be ready for the summer 😎 cause ill be posting for frequently
 
Thanks for waiting XOXO

 

       "K-Kyung?" Jimin gasped out, unable to recover from the past terror that swept over him.

  He looked at him – really looked at him. He felt himself melt into Kyung's arms as he recognized the piercing, smoldering eyes that saw straight through him in the most infuriating way, as well as the ink covering his neck and jaw.

  "Jimi, are you okay?" His inked arms held him up on his shaky knees.

But Jimin only smiled up at him. It was unfortunate that the only person in this whole world he could remember was Kyung, his ex, but at the same time, he didn't care.

  He was so relieved to have someone he knew who was, more or less, on his side.

Kyung saw his smile and bit down on his lower lip as an anxious look crossed his features. With a tight grip, the Alpha hugged him to his chest as if this was the last time he would ever see Jimin.

"God, what's wrong with you? I heard that you got into a bad wreck and jumped on the nearest train to Seoul." He lets go of Jimin and grabs onto his head, eyes furious as he raked his worried gaze over the Omega. "I saw you were fine at the hospital, but I still wanted to talk to you."

  Jimin can't help but feel emotional as he sniffs. He missed him. For all the shit he has put him through, he still feels safe and protected around Kyung.

The ex huffs in disapproval before looking around in suspicion at the dark alleyway. "Let's go somewhere more private. My motel is a few minutes away."

  Jimin snuffled again, still feeling sentimental as the Alpha dragged him out to the other end of the alleyway, further and further away from Jungkook.

  He remembered Kyung from his childhood. Maybe about the time when he was 8.

  Something happened with his father, but those details were fuzzy and hard to make out. However, thanks to him, he remembered sitting on the side of a deserted, creepy road.

  Jimin stared at Kyung's nape, eyes following the soft black hair curling around his tanned skin. The sight transported him back to that fateful day.

   "Keep up, you little runt! Or else I'll leave you with them!" The boy growled out threateningly as they both tore through the abandoned street.

  Although he said that, his grip on Jimin's wrist was dangerously tight. As if he would rather break it off than ever let go of it.

  The sound of thundering footsteps echoed behind them, close enough for Jimin to feel their hostile gaze. Jimin willed himself to match his savior's pace, but his effort made no difference.

  Thanks to Jimin's terrible stamina, the group behind them were catching up to them at an alarming speed.

  "T-There close!" Jimin cried out; his hard breathing barely let him speak.

    The unfamiliar boy cursed loudly before turning a sharp corner down another narrow alleyway. They could hear the men behind them stumble after them, only a couple of them fast enough to recover.

"Motherfuckers don't know when to give up, eh?" The boy laughed through his nose and increased his speed.

   Jimin huffed after him, looking back and seeing three of the men still hot on their tails. They could easily catch up with their long limbs, much longer than his or the boys.