Jimin got off of me and looked at Taehyung. He was knocked unconscious, more blood swelling out of the wound in his forehead.
"Namjoon he needs a doctor." Jim said desperately.
"We can't leave him like this."
Namjoon never said anything. Jimin took off his shirt and wrapped it around Taehyung's bleeding forehead and started lightly slapping his face to try to wake him up. After five minutes of slapping him awake he opened his eyes slightly.
"Don't go to sleep, watch the road." Jimin instructed, putting Tae's hand on his own head. Jimin then sat back beside me and cuddled me in small backseat space. His bare skin felt cold, but he didn't complain, persisting on keeping me warm and taehyung awake. Namjoon got fed up with the conversation and threw a sweater to the back seat and shook his head. Jimin put it on and hugged me again, resting his head on my shoulder. His hand slowly made its way the bottom of my skirt. I looked at him, but he just smirked. Namjoon pulled up to a hotel, to be specific, Kim Lee Inn, and booked two rooms. One for himself and tae, and one for Jimin and I. I thanked him and we headed for our rooms with our backpacks. Namjoon was kind enough to pack a couple of our clothes in backpacks along with phone chargers and writing utensils. Jimin opened the door to our hotel room and closed it before we dropped our stuff and he pinned me against the wall, picking me up.
"How are you baby?" He asked me seriously while I grabbed onto his neck.
"I feel better, just kinda tired..." He started bringing me to bed.
"Then why don't we just go to bed." He winked and I giggled.
He put me down on the bed and I sat there legs crossed while he put our stuff next to the nightstand and began removing his clothes until he stood in just boxers, then climbed into bed where he helped me take off my clothes.
"A couple days ago, you looked so dead. But still so beautiful." He said folding his shirts and my skirt.
"Now, you look alive, and you're mine to caress and care for." He pulled me on top of him.
We both smiled and then kissed. He pulled the bedsheets over us, and climbed on top of me instead. Someone knocked on the door.
Jimin rolled his eyes and climbed out, stepping into a bathrobe. I found another bathrobe which I put on before sitting at the edge of the bed.
I looked at him while he was looking through the peep hole in the door.
"It's just Tae and Namjoon." He smiled before opening the door.
"The hotel workers couldn't find a room for us so do you mind if we share?" Namjoon asked before looking at me.
The robe wasn't on properly, and I didn't care much to realize most of my cleavage was showing. Namjoon kept staring.
"Sorry if we were interrupting something." Taehyung smiled looking over at me too and my retarded bathrobe.
Jimin just laughed and closed the door behind them. There was only one bed, and a couch. Namjoon decided to sleep on the couch and made himself comfy instantly before falling asleep. It was Tae, Jimin and me on one bed. Taehyung found himself a spot at the edge and went on his phone. Jimin gestured toward the bathroom and I followed him in.
"Shower sex is always great." He laughed and undid my bathrobe before staring me right in the eyes.
I smirked and undid his bathrobe and he led me into the shower. He was ever so careful with my weak, tiny body, and when we finished, we stood there kissing, his hands on my hips and in my hair.
He stepped out first, getting a towel for me, and himself, then we put the bathrobes back on.
We sat in the bathroom on the tiled floor for what seemed like hours, holding hands, looking at each other in silence. When I started feeling sleepy, Jimin picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he put me down gently before making his way in between Taehyung and I. Taehyung grunted and looked up, bumbing fists with Jimin, then turning back over. Jimin held me, and played with my damp hair until I fell asleep.
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I heard rustling from the other side of the room but didn't want to open my eyes. Hushed whispered from men. I opened my eyes and turned over to see Namjoon talking with Jimin and Taehyung who were getting dressed across from the bed. Taehyung's eyes locked with mine and he gasped.
"Aish, Don't look at me." He mumbled trying to pull up his jeans. Jimin giggled and ran to my side, helping me up. He wasn't wearing a shirt yet but he still ran over to my backpack to set out and outfit for me and helped me get dressed. He then tied up my hair and led me to the bathroom where he began to put on his shirt and we brushed our teeth. Namjoon walked into the bathroom and shrugged undressing before going in the shower. taehyung was on the other side of the bathroom looking at his scabbed wound on his forehead, poking at it. When we were done, we cleaned up and ate granola bars Namjoon had packed us. He came out of the bathroom and we grabbed our stuff and headed for the car. I felt at home with these silly boys. I felt comfortable and loved and cared for.
The lobby of the hotel was filled with screams, gunshots. There was no way we were safe here. There was no way out. No way to get to the car. No way one of us won't die.
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We ran back to our room, which was on the third floor, and locked the door. Taehyung suggested we climb down from the balcony, but Jimin protested for my sake.
"You're right tae. It's the only way, unless you want to get shot." Namjoon said looking right at me.
Taehyung opened the window and fell backwards, a bullet hole piercing his forehead. Taehyung was dead.
They were slowly killing us off, one by one, until I was the last one left. Jimin looked away and out the window. Jin was standing there, a gun cocked in his hand, content. Next to him, Ally stood.
"We have to run." I whispered.
"What about tae?" Jimin was already crying looking at his dead best friend.
Namjoon just looked down. They were pulling us all apart, making us weaker by each shot. Namjoon went to the bathroom and we followed locking it behind us. He pulled a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes from his backpack and put it on the floor before we all sat down. Nobody said a word, until Namjoon looked up, his eyes red.
"It's just us." He said, his voice cracking.
He took a cigarette out and lit it up before taking a long drag on it, looking at something only he could see. Jimin then reached for a cigarette and lit it up, giving it to me and then taking one for himself. I wasn't one for smoking or drinking, but it was the only thing that could calm the boiling blood in all our bodies. I then, unknowingly, opening the bottle of whiskey and started gulping it down. Jimin grabbed it from me and looked at me desperately. Namjoon was looking at me too. I laughed a drunken laugh.
"It's my fault." I said closing my eyes.
None of them disagreed, neither agreed.
