AN: Hi! Wanted to let you Smokers know that I'm changing the usual structure of this chapter or maybe the next chapter too. I am not sure. So, the first part of this chapter is from Namjoon's perspective and then, at some point, I will let you know when Jungkook's perspective starts.
Enjoy:
'Fuck.' I thought.
The sirens kept getting louder.
"Stay down, darn it..." He warned.
Nearer.
'Fuck!'
The red lights went through the window and painted my face. Flashing on and off.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck....'
"We need to run through the back."
"I'll fucking kill you..." I mumbled.
And when a high smile stretched his face, I punched him straight in the nose.
Blood oozed out as well as swear words that got drowned out by the sirens.
I crouched and hurried towards the back door, leaving him behind.
"Wait...help me!"
'Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this...'
I pulled open the dirty screen and pushed the handle down. As I was walking down the metal stairs, I spotted him like one could spot an animal in the middle of the highway.
His back was turned just enough for me to read the word police written on the uniform.
'FUCK!'
"HELP! NO! LET ME...!"
The officer turned at the sound of the junkie yelling.
Our eyes locked for just a second before I darted.
There were no more thoughts. There were no emotions.
One foot in front of the other. One breath after another.
I ran without looking back.
Hearing his shoes hitting the puddles after I've hit them.
After I was several blocks away, I could still hear the sirens in the distance and then, the gunshots.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'
I took a turn to the left. Another to the right.
And the man was still on my tail.
So close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
The hood fell off my head.
And the backpack felt like a dead weight, but also, like the piece of evidence that could make or break me.
I kept running.
Under the dark sky.
And running.
By the tall, gray, wet buildings.
Running.
Until it was quiet.
And my elated breathing was the only sound there was.
I collapsed to the ground on my back.
And closed my eyes.
Woke up to the sound of the policeman's panting.
Looking down at me.
Saying: "Put your hands up."
I smiled.
Although I had no reason to.
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FanfictionNamjoon has been in love with Jungkook ever since they were little even though they rarely ever talked to each other. Now they're still in the same class, in the same school, but they only interact when Jungkook gets weed from Namjoon in the school...
