In a breathless hurry, you race to your room, your heart pounding with the weight of the unfolding situation. Locking the door behind you, a brief moment of reassurance in the face of impending chaos. Ensuring not to attract the attention of any unsuspecting staff. Your child, the innocent soul in this tumultuous scenario, lies peacefully asleep. A sigh of relief escapes you as you gaze at her undisturbed slumber. With a delicate touch, you pull up the blankets, a protective instinct guiding your every movement. You take extra care to cover her ears, shielding her from the impending storm that threatens to unleash its fury.
After carefully securing your child's ears, you cradle her in your arms, determined to navigate the perilous corridors of the mansion. Swiftly, you exit your room, moving with the agility of someone on a clandestine mission. Behind a concealed wall, you pause, observing a maid on her way to Mrs. Jeon's room with a tray of juice. Seizing the opportunity, you slip past when she is out of sight. Sneaking through the dimly lit hallways, you make your way towards the ominous torture cell hidden deep within the mansion. Descending the dark staircase, you spot two guards standing watch. With trembling hands, you draw the gun from its concealment. Summoning courage, you aim at the head of one guard, pulling the trigger with a resounding gunshot. His lifeless body crumples to the ground, the noise echoing in the confined space. The second guard, now alert, frantically searches for the source of the disturbance. Without hesitation, you fire again, silencing him before he can raise an alarm.
In the hasty aftermath, you retrieve the keys and rush to unlock the cell. The door swings open, revealing Hoseok, a tragic sight of brutality inflicted upon him. Bloody stains mar his torn shirts, and the evidence of sustained injuries paints a gruesome picture. He appears on the verge of losing what little life remains within him.
"Honey! Please wake up! I came to save you let's go," Your heart aches as you plead with Hoseok to awaken, your hands clutching his feeble ones. Desperation fills your voice, urging him to join you in escape. Yet, Hoseok can only manage a few whispered words, a fragile smile gracing his lips in acknowledgment.
"Y-y/n," his raspy voice struggles to articulate, each syllable revealing the toll of the torment he endured.
"let's go Hoseok. We don't have time," The urgency compels you to pull him up, but the pain elicits a cry from him.
"No... No, y/n, please. You go. Run with our child. I don't think I can make it out. My body has given up, and I'll only slow you down. Please, run away from here. Please," his broken plea hangs heavy in the air, the vulnerability in his voice piercing your heart.
Refusing to accept defeat, you cry harder, pulling him closer in a desperate attempt to convey your determination. "No, Hoseok, you can't give up. Please come with me," you implore, your words choked with emotion.
"Please, y/n," he whimpers, tears streaming down his face as he desperately wants you safe. His request takes a poignant turn as he expresses his final wish, "I want to see our child for the last time."
In an instant, you gently reveal your child from your grasp, presenting her to him.
"She is so beautiful," Hoseok murmurs, his touch tender as he caresses her face lovingly.
"I didn't name her yet; you name her," you share, a bittersweet smile adorning your features.
"Jung Ami," he whispers, a fragile smile reflecting on your face. The tender moment is abruptly interrupted by a loud voice, shattering the fragile peace."Who is there!' The urgent cry jolts you into awareness. Hoseok's plea resounds in your ears, compelling you to action.
"Run, y/n, please go! Please, take good care of Ami," he implores, his love and concern for both you and your child echoing in his desperate words.
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At his mercy || BTS PJM Ft JJK
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