To Busan and Back || YoonMin

-Chapter 30-

JAKE STOP READING MY STUFF

-Jimin POV-

As Hoseok aimed his blade towards Suga's shoulder, Suga smiled unexpectedly. "Knives are for sissies, why don't you use those muscles?"

Momentarily unbalanced, Suga took the opportunity to hit the back Hoseok's neck. Regaining his strength, Hoseok moved his arm, pushing Suga to the side and punched his cheek, sending blood spraying from his mouth.

He collapsed onto the ground, choking out blood and spit. Hoseok reached for his knife, preparing to stab it into Yoongi. "No!" I yelled, surprising myself.

I got off the ground and took off towards Hoseok, pulling my first back, preparing to slam it into his chest. As Hoseok stumbled backwards, I took his shoulders and kneed him in the face.

Furious, he took my collar and pulled it. I could hear the tearing and the seams loosening. I coughed, choking, and slapped him, leaving a red mark.

Where were the teachers? I shifted my vision towards them. Several masked figures held them at gunpoint. "No one move! We're gonna take all your phones. Anyone resist, and there will be consequences!"

A girl trembled in the corner as one of the mysterious men asked for her phone. "I-I don't want to!" she defied. Without warning, the man slapped her hard on the cheek, and she fell over, blanking out.

A hand grabbed my hair and yanked me forward. I took the the heel of my palm to strike up under his nose; throwing the whole weight of my body into the move to cause the most pain and force him to loosen his grip on me.

"You.. little.. BASTARD!" Hoseok yelled, kicking my knee, causing me to crumple onto the ground. He stamped my head with utmost force, as I laid there, trembling.

Suddenly, the weight on me was lifted off. "You're the bastard, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Yoongi screamed, and jabbed him in the chin. Hoseok smirked.

"You think you're so smart," he hissed.

"Hah not like you're any better!" someone chided in.

The grand finale.

He whipped out his knife again. Panting, Suga faced him. Dashing forward, Hoseok tried to strike his throat, but Yoongi moved sideways, and kicked Hoseok's back. He turned around, held the knife tightly, and shifted his feet.

I gasped.

Hoseok was going to kill him..

I couldn't let Suga die.

He was my everything.

I owe him my life.

Rushing forward, almost tripping on a crack, I reached for Yoongi's wrist. Even in my probably last moments, I was still as clumsy as hell. 

Wrapping my fingers around the blade in his hand, I shoved him to the side and glared at Hoseok. "You.. Goddamn.. Bastard.. You.. Will.. Pay.." I panted, clenching the knife tighter in my hand.

A smirk formed on his face. "Oh? Is that a threat?"

"No it's a promise." (A/N: Cheesy, I know. Shut up lol)

In those last seconds I made a promise to myself.

I took out my sharpened blade and aimed for Hoseok's heart.

I was going to die for Suga.

His knife hit my throat as my knife hit his chest.

And no matter what he did.

Blood surged from my throat as I crumpled to the ground.

I would always love him.

Dead.