the last of the untold | jimin and taehyung x reader ✔️

Chapter 4

Taehyung and I raced over towards the deafening sound, only to see Jimin holding his stomach. His eyes wandered to us, desperate and worried. Then scared.

"Ara.." he said.

Before I could react to him calling out my name, my mouth was covered, and a knife was threatening to cut my throat. I could just barely breathe.

My eyes moved rapidly, in tiny, swift movements. I felt the blood, and heard V yelling for me. To my side, I saw that he was snatched.

I looked down at the hands that covered me. They were long, and slender. Manicured to the finest ouch. A rich murderer, perhaps?

Staring at my two idols, I got angry. In fact, furious. Playing submissive for only a few seconds, and a moment later, elbowing the crazed killer behind me in the gut. I turned around just to see what I expected; a guy in a mask. This mask was different, though. Instead of the usual smiling woman or eyeless sockets, this one was of someone familiar.

It was 0f Park Jimin himself.

This was a creepier version. Mask-Jimin's eyes were scratched out, fake blood oozing from them. The lips were curled into a mischievous smirk, like it was amused that it was about to die.

Before Mask-Jimin Boy could grasp me again, I kicked him. He fell, and looked at me. With rage, I stuck the middle finger up at him, and ran to grab Taehyung. Finally, I pulled him free.

The man who was holding him wore a mask like the other. And (coincidence?) it was a creepy Taehyung. I swear I heard a gasp from him.

I was just about to grab Jimin, when I felt a pierce in my arm. Looking frantically to where it came from, a woman with no mask on smiled at me. Before I could comprehend, all I could see was darkness.

~.~

The first words that escaped my mouth were not even words, but a grunt. The wind was knocked out of my stomach, probably because I fell on the cold floor.

I sat up, and remembered Jimin and V. They were in the state I was in a few moments ago: unconscious. Jimin was still cradling his stomach, and at that I rushed over to him.

Revealing the wound was terrible. I winced at the sight of gushing blood. There was a kitchen knife stuck in it. Trying to control my breathing, I pulled it out, and felt sick. I rotated to the left, and threw up.

Extremely attractive, I thought.

"Are you okay?"

I jumped, and heard a laugh. It was V.

"Yah!" I yelled, and grew serious again. "Your friend here is dying and you do nothing? I thought he was like a brother to you!"

Taehyung crouched down beside Jimin, his face suddenly grim. "Find bandages. He needs them."

"That's what I was going-" I started, and stopped myself. I was wasting precious moments, and we were all in danger. I sprinted as fast I could down the aisles, trying to remember where the first aid section was. Finally, I found it, and snatched as many boxes of bandages as I could carry, and raced back.

Worriedly sweating, I placed them down beside Jimin. His eyes flittered open, but still looking tired and pained. At least he was alive.

Close by, there were washrooms. With all my strength and help of adrenaline, I carried him there, and gently placed him down on the tiles, Taehyung following.

I scrambled to get the water running, putting pressure on the poor boy's stomach. The blood was sticky and hot, but I managed to keep still.

With water, soap, and a washcloth, I cleaned his wound thoroughly. After, I began to sob.

Taehyung sat beside me, and we both stared at his friend.

"Ara.." he said. "It's okay. You're a perfect medic, and we'll find safety." He turned my chin so I looked into his eyes. "We'll survive, alright? You need to believe me on this. If you don't, you won't try, and if we don't try, everyone will die."

I nodded quickly. He wrapped his long arms around me, and pulled me closer. He smelt of sweat and cheese, but it was fine. I was fine.

But I don't know if Jimin would be.