Stalker [Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung FF]

05

Jimin spoke. "Nayeon, I-"

"Love you." Taehyung cut him off. "I love you Nayeon. Let us go Jimin."
Taehyung said stably. "If he loved you, he wouldn't have you tied up like that Nayeon. If he loved you, he wouldn't hurt you. If he loved you, you wouldn't be afraid of him."

Jimin punched Taehyung. He looked back at Jimin, who was breathing heavily while glaring at him. Taehyung's mouth was bleeding from his punch. Before Jimin could react, Taehyung already somehow got out of the ropes that was tied behind his back to the chairs. He pushed Jimin away from him, causing him to fall to the ground. He got on top of him and started to punch him. Jimin was weak for a second but he started to fight back. Taehyung got punched again. He looked around the dark room and saw a knife sitting on the counter near the sink. He grabbed.

"Back up." Taehyung growled. He kept waving the knife towards Jimin. But he didn't surrender. Taehyung really gave no fucks and slit the knife across Jimin's stomach making him crouch down to the floor.

Taehyung ran to me and cut the ropes off of my arms and legs.

"We need to be fast." He said.
He grabbed my hand and we ran out the door, finding the exit of the house. I looked back to see if Jimin was following us, but there was no sight of him. Taehyung must have cut him deep.

We found the exit and quickly ran far as possible away from his place. Once we could no longer see Jimin's house, we stopped to catch our breath.

"Where are we?" I mumbled but Taehyung heard me.

"I don't know." We wandered around for a bit. It was so dark, we couldn't see where we were walking to.

"I think I know where we're at." Taehyung said. "We're only a couple miles away from my place."

"Where were we?" I inquired.

"We were in his playroom."

"Playroom?"

"That room we were held hostage awhile back. It was in his house, underneath the staircase. Where were his uncle and au-oh."

"What?"

"I remember Jimin told me that they were going to be away for a weekend or so, a couple days ago. They're going to go visit their daughter who's about to give birth. He didn't go because he'll be starting college soon this month."
It was silent for a couple of minutes then I spoke.

"How's your arm?"

He looked at me then at his arm, that was still certainly bleeding.

"It's fine. Didn't even notice it until you asked."

I stopped in my tracks and grabbed his hand. He looked at me with widen eyes as I tried to get a look at his injured arm.

"It's not fine. It could get infected. We need to get to your place faster, come on." I said before grabbing his hand and walking two times faster than we were before.

As we were walking, I could feel his hand squeeze mines for a brief moment and I realized that I was still holding his hand. I didn't care actually. It felt nice, holding his hand.