(EDITING) Baby under lock and key「Jungkook x Reader」

Fires shot [Part one]

You manage to end the call, the last thing you can get is Jimin calling your name.

"That was BTS, why are you talking... TO BTS?" She shouts.

"I-I have no connection with BTS." In your pocket you can feel a face mask. You turn and throw it on.

You begin to run back to the hotel, hoping you can spend the next couple of hours on your own, until you're being picked up.

But that wasn't the case.

The army fangirl was chasing after you.

"I have to lose her." You murmur to yourself.

So, instead of running straight to the hotel, you take a left, heading through the backstreets hoping to lose her. You can still hear the overlapping waves from where you were running, as the beach was still only a few meters away from your side, despite running past several buildings.

You look behind to notice she's stopped following you, so you slow down, and catch your breath.

Pant after pant, you manage to pull your phone back out and dial Jimin.

No answer

"They must be busy. I won't disturb them." You murmur, putting your phone back into your pocket.

You turn back around, and retrace your steps. When suddenly, a pair of hand grab your waist and mouth.

You feel your back pressed up against a large body.

"Mph... he-.... help!" You screech.

"There's no point shouting, down these ally's no one can hear you. Weird isn't it, you'd think they can saying we're pretty close to the shore line."

"L-...Let go!" You yelp, kicking and punching.

"You have connections with those pretty boys don't you?" He asks, in a deep sinister tone, you notice he's wearing a mask over his face.

Like the one from yesterday.

"Y'know, the ones who are Gucci from head to toe. I'm sure they swim in cash don't they?" He laughs. "They'll find you when they notice you're missing, then maybe we can negotiate a pretty penny for you."

You continue to claw and punch him, but his grip is too tight.

"Or we could keep you, and sell you over the black market ourselves," he grabs your chin, and cranks your neck to face him. "You're pretty nice yourself."

Suddenly, a black car pulls up and the drivers side window slowly comes down.

"Get her in quickly, don't cause a scene." An old Spanish man orders, his arms resting against the door with a cigar in between his fingers, the ashes dripping off the end of the bud.

He begins to drag you over.

"Get off of me!" You shout. "HELP!" H-"

"Quit it you bit-"

He was interrupted by the sound of gunfire.

"Hey!" You hear a voice yell, a female voice? "Let her go."

A Spanish female voice.

You notice a woman approaching with a gun, steadily aimed at the guy who had you detained.

"Let her go, and no one gets hurt." She growls.

You eventually recognise her.

"Y-you're the woman from the bar!" You notice she's dressed up nicely, wearing a knee length, turquoise dress, with her hair in a ponytail with long bangs at the front.