𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟏𝟓 𖥸 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

⊱ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ • 𖥸 • ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⊰

I stumble while rushing to my room. I grab the best gun I have once I open my suitcase. I don't know what's going on or if it's too late, but I'm going to find him.

After grabbing the gun and hiding it out of sight, I quickly tell the others a simple lie. Since they noticed the way I hurried out of the kitchen so unexpectedly, I came up with something easy.

I told them I needed tampons. It was a basic lie but one they wouldn't question about. It's perfect because I don't have time to waste when Jin could be hurt or worse.

I've never had to worry about him before. This whole scenario is strange because Jin can always take care of himself.

I run past the broken gates once down the long drive. After leaving the property line, I pull my phone out and try tracing his last location.

It's midday and hot outside, but I don't let that stop me. Judging by Jin's last time online, he's a few miles away from where Hoseok drove Jungkook and me to eat.

Holding onto my gun tightly, I begin running. I'm not giving up on him because he would never me.

⊱ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ • 𖥸 • ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⊰

Within time, I arrive at a rundown motel out of breath. It's almost abandoned except for a few cars—one being Jin's in the parking lot.

Assuming he parked in front of his rented room, I bang on the door and call out his name.

"Jin!" I hit the door with my fist. I wait a few seconds then repeat the action.

I curse under my breath when nobody answers. I run to the back of the motel and peek into the window of the room. I was right about this being his room because his bags are laid on top of the bed.

I'm about to break the window, but I notice it's slightly open. I slide the window to the side and climb into the room. I land on the orange, carpeted floor but remain crouched.

I stand carefully, seeing no one. "Jin?" I whisper, pulling out my phone to text him.

When the message is sent, his phone dings on the nightstand next to the bed.

I narrow my eyes when a faint sound comes from the bathroom. I hold the gun up.

"Jin?" I call again, gaining no response. I grab the bathroom doorknob, twisting the handle.

"Mercy, in h-here." I lower the gun, momentarily freezing for fear of what's on the other side of the door after hearing his fragile voice.

Is he hurt? Has he been waiting for me to get here? Wait... what if it's already too late, and he can't be healed?

The thoughts cloud my mind with negativity, knowing that Jin's voice sounds too weak.

For some reason, I can picture what I'll see after opening the door. I imagine him with a faint smile, sitting down on the bathroom floor, and his head resting against the cold wall exhausted. I shake my head when the picture of blood around him pops up. I mentally pray for him not to be hurt.

"Jin," I gently turn the knob, bracing myself for what I'm about to discover.

When I open the door, Jin stands on the other side without any injuries.

"Happy Birthday!" He yells happily, blowing a birthday whistle. He's wearing a pink, party hat and holding a bottle of champagne. "Let's celebrate!" He cheers, popping the top off the bottle, while I stumble back and clutch my chest. I sit on the edge of the bed, tossing the gun to the side.