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JIMIN's POV
As Taehyung bounded onto the scene like a hero in a B-list action movie, I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. With his towering frame and unruly mop of hair, he cut a rather ridiculous figure amidst the chaos unfolding before us, but I knew I could always count on him in times of trouble. Little did I know, trouble was about to take on a whole new meaning.
No sooner had Taehyung set foot on the scene than all hell broke loose. The girl, with all the finesse of a runaway train, made a beeline straight for him, her eyes wide with panic and her grip on his hand like a vice. It was like watching a particularly poorly choreographed scene from a melodramatic soap opera, and I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from the spectacle unfolding before me.
"What the actual hell?!" I spluttered, my voice cracking with disbelief as I watched my best friend being dragged off into the night by some random girl with more nerve than sense. It was like a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy, and I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all.
In a moment of sheer panic and desperation, I did what any rational person would do—I grabbed the nearest object within reach and hurled it at the girl with all the strength I could muster. The fact that said object happened to be a basketball was just the icing on the cake in this farce of a situation. "What the hell are you doing?! That's my best friend you psycho!" I screamed.
"Shadow Stalker!" I bellowed, my voice cracking with equal parts fear and determination as I unleashed my makeshift weapon upon the unsuspecting girl. The impact was both satisfying and terrifying, as the basketball connected with her head with a resounding thud, sending her crashing to the ground in a heap.
"That's what you get for trying to kidnap my best friend—" I began, my words cut short by the girl's half-mumbled ramblings as she lay sprawled on the pavement like a discarded ragdoll. It was like something out of a bad horror movie, and I couldn't decide whether to be horrified or amused by the sheer absurdity of it all.
But as the girl muttered those fateful words—"Taehyung-nim, that's the Shadow Stalker... run..."—the gravity of the situation began to sink in. So she wasn't the Shadow Stalker after all? I felt like the biggest idiot in the world as Taehyung scolded me for my hasty actions, his voice filled with equal parts frustration and concern.
"She isn't the shadow stalker, you idiot!" he exclaimed, his face contorted in a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. And as he knelt beside the unconscious girl, tapping her face gently as he pleaded for signs of life, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over me.
"Hello? Hello? Is she dead?!" Taehyung cried, his voice cracking with emotion as he frantically tried to revive the girl. It was like a scene straight out of a cheesy medical drama, and I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all.
But as I stumbled backwards, my foot catching on the girl's discarded bag, I found myself hurtling towards the ground with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. The impact was both jarring and painful, my vision swimming as darkness threatened to engulf me once more.
"Jimin! Jimin, wake up!" Taehyung's panicked voice cut through the fog of my mind, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked groggily, trying to focus as I slowly became aware of the concerned faces hovering over me.
"Taehyung?" I mumbled, my voice slurred and barely audible even to my own ears. "What happened?"
But before Taehyung could respond, darkness swallowed me once again, and I slipped back into unconsciousness, the events of the night swirling around me in a hazy blur. If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that this was going to be one hell of a story to explain to the police.
♡ALONE WITH SHADOW STALKER : TAEHYUNG COME QUICKLY!♡
