I Want the Headline

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You had run out of the warehouse yard towards the busy streets of downtown.

To where all the lights were.

Barricades lined the streets as a parade marched down the lanes, hundreds of people all bunched up on the sidewalks trying to see. All their backs were to you, their cheering and the music of the performers drowning out your screams for help. Glancing back over your shoulder as you neared the crowd your heart dropped at the empty dark streets behind you.

Where did Jimin go?

The thought of him hiding somewhere was pushed to the back of your mind. All you needed to do was reach that crowd and you'd be fine. There was man with a child on his shoulders at the corner of the building ahead, half turned towards you. If you could only get his attention.

Then you'd be safe.

Jimin suddenly stepped in your line of view, emerging from around the corner, his arms held out, easily enveloping them around you and pressing you back against the building. The man with the child looked back, quickly turning away when Jimin pressed his body up against yours, head nuzzling in the crook of your neck. To him, you two were like every other excited couple snuggling up at the parade that he tried to shield his child from.

"It's alright, baby." Jimin soothed, "Take a breath, calm down. I'm gonna take good care of you." He softly kissed along your jaw, "Don't draw attention to us and I promise it won't hurt as bad." He straightened up, wiping the tears from your eyes with shaking hands. He looked excited, you noted fearfully.

He looked excited.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you, baby.."

You felt his thigh force it's way between your legs, his head tilting to the side in curiosity as he watched the conflicting expressions on your face. Jimin smoothed your hair back from your face. Pressing your hand against the firm muscle of his thigh, you tried to push it away.

Jimin only pressed harder.

"J-Jimin." You whispered, "Jimin please stop. You're scaring me-"

"Good." He cut in, kissing the tip of your nose, "Tell me how scared you are, baby." His hand slid down to intertwine his fingers with yours that pushed on his thigh. Jimin smiled at you, resting his forehead against your temple.

"I trusted you." You mumbled, moving your head from his, "I..Jimin you were the first person I trusted. I thought you cared about me..I trusted you." He nodded solemnly against you, pecking your cheek.

"Do you trust me now?" He asked lightly. Jimin forced his mouth over yours when the man with the child checked back to see if you two had gone. You tried pushing him away, but he firmly held your hands against his chest, leaning into you. His mouth finally slunk away, and he stepped back, tugging you with him. "Come on, Y/N." he breathed, releasing you, "Start running again, it was fun chasing you."

You didn't need to be told twice and you started running the way you had come, hoping to run into Jungkook. Jimin turned his back to you, calmly stepping beside the man and his child to watch the parade. The child curiously looked down at him, wide eyes scanning behind them, "Where's your wife?" He asked. Jimin blinked, smiling at the adorable kid. He playfully pinched his leg, winking at him,

"We're playing hide and seek." He explained, "She's going to hide now and I'll go find her in a bit." Jimin grinned, "Do you want to play too?" The child's eyes lit up, his sticky hands tugging at his father's hair,

"Dad, Dad, can I play hide and seek with Mr. Orange!?" Jimin giggled, patting his head in mock anger,

"Mr Orange?" He repeated, "Ahh, call me Jiminie." He made eye contact with the father, sending him a reassuring smile. The man looked a bit hesitant, but when his son only insisted louder and mentioned playing hide and seek with him and his deceased mother, the father caved, lowering him onto his own two feet. He placed his son's hand in Jimin's, sending him a dark look,