His Queen

Chapter 17

THREE YEARS EARLIER :

JUNGKOOK'S POV :

"Let's go," Taehyung said, and took my hand, leading me away from the unconscious Yohan.

"Wait, what about him?" I said, looking back at Yohan.

"What about him?" Taehyung frowned, stopping.

"He... He needs a doctor," I replied.

"He is f.cking lucky I didn't kill him," Taehyung replied.

"Yeah, but he's gonna lose that luck if he doesn't get to a hospital, and soon. He lost a lot of blood," I replied.

"Doesn't matter, my father will cover it up," he rolled his eyes, and tried to walk away, but I took my hand away from his.

"It's not about you getting jailed!" I exclaimed. "He needs a doctor, Taehyung. I can't let him die."

"Are you for real?" Taehyung stepped towards me, and I flinched and backed away. He stopped when he saw my reaction, and calmed himself down, taking a deep breath. "How can you be so nice? He tried to r.pe you. He wouldn't stop if I hadn't showed up. You're better off if he just dies here."

"He's not gonna try anything again, Taehyung. Not after you beat him up this way. Plus you called me your Queen or something in front of him. He'll be thinking I'm dating some mafia lord," I rolled my eyes.

"I know he's not gonna try anything, because even he was enough brains to not ignore such a warning," Taehyung replied calmly. "But getting him a doctor, myself, that's really not my thing."

"Yeah well, it's mine. And I'm calling an ambulance," I replied.

"Except you don't have your phone," he pouted. "So now what?"

"Oh yeah, it's in Sana's... Where's Sana?" I looked around, confused. Her car was gone. So was she.

"She went home," Taehyung smiled, winking at me.

"Wait, when did this even happen? How did I not see her leave?" I asked in disbelief.

"You were too busy arguing with me, love. She left," he shrugged.

"How am I supposed to go to school now?" I frowned.

"Easy. You don't," Taehyung smiled.

"Yeah, and what do I tell my mom? Why did I come back so early?"

"You don't," he replied. "You spend the day with me."

"Oh no, I don't do that. Nope," I shook my head.

"You don't seem to have much of a choice, Jungkook," he said in a mocking tone. "Okay, let's make a deal. You agree to spend the day with me, and I'll have Namjoon take that little b..tard to the hospital. How does that sound?"

"Are you for real?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Fine," I replied, massaging my temples. "Get him a doctor."

- - -

"Where are you taking me, Taehyung?" I rolled my eyes.

"Somewhere far, far away from here," he replied.

"I'm serious," I sighed.

"Same here."

"Taehyung, come on, at least tell me where we're going? You need to understand my situation as well," I said.

"What situation?"

"You're a stranger to me. A complete stranger, who has been following me around, stalking me. One who currently has a gun on him. And I don't even have my phone. Do you have any idea how dangerous this feels to me?" I asked.