Your POV You wake up to the vibration of your phone as the brightness filled you quiet ebony room. Today you was going to a movie night with BTS as Jungkooks place. Still unsure to why you said yes you stand up and walk sluggishly to your window barely taking your feet from the floor. When you spread the curtains apart you see a blue sky with a bright ember sun shining. You go to your bathroom and take a shower and wrap your body and hair up walking back into your Room you put last nights pyjamas on and get your hair dryer and begin to dry and brush your hair. You Dutch braid it and then spray some moose onto it. When you look on your phone it's 13:30.
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As you slowly stumble down the stairs you stretch and yawn. When you look into the living room you see a blurry person looking through the window, scanning the lounge. You hide behind the wall separating the kitchen from the lounge (doorless) you see your phone on the counter. You slide across the door behind the kitchen island and grab your phone and sit down on the floor. Your hands are now shaking and you phone Jungkook.
Ring, ring, ring. It goes to voicemail. You see the door handle rattling and shaking. Frozen In the spot it starts again. It's now shaking to the point that it could fly off any moment. You take the risk and run to the door and sit at the back of it. Your breaths became heavier and you dart into the kitchen and grab the biggest knife possible. The door opens and you are pushed off to the side and you see a tall dark figure walk past you into the living room. You dart upstairs into your room and slam the door. It heard you and followed the sound. You run into the bathroom and lock the door and phone the police.
Ring ring ring
"Hello 911 what's your emergency."
"There's someone in my house" you begin to break down with anxiety.
"Okay what's the address miss?"
"95 silmwood street." Your words because mumbled because of you crying and you couldn't breath properly.
"Okay miss I am sending the police please stay on the line with me, stay calm"
There was a loud bang on the bathroom door.
"I know you're in there y/n..." it talks
"Open up and I will tell you the truth about everything."
"He's here he's here..." you begin crying even more.
"Stay calm miss there almost there.."
Another bang on the door. The door handle starts shaking and rattling again. Your anxiety becomes even worse and you slide down the tiled wall and sit there. Not thinking straight. You hang up the call from the operator, you stand up and walk towards the door thinking to open it or not. Unlocking the door you are grabbed and thrown over a shoulder. You're frozen and can't speak nor scream. Tears well up In your eyes
After a couple of seconds
"THIS IS THE POLICE, WE KNOW YOURE IN HERE FRANKLIN!" A lot of footsteps were heard and shouting.
