your pov:
Love in my opinion is when you care about someone and want the best for them even if it means putting your needs last. It's when you see the best in the person despite their flaws, you believe in them even when they don't believe in themselves, you notice and appreciate every good trait about them, you think about them all time and there priority on your list when it comes to most things. When you think about this person it gives you butterflies, makes you smile, you dwell on repeating covsersations you both had, when your with this person nothing else matters and no one else is on your mind, you dream, hope, wish something good can come out of it and most of love is when this person doesn't love you back you simply understand and just want whatever makes them happy. Love is selfless, caring &passionate and over all unfair...
Jungkook and I are walking through the mall. He is already bored since we are shopping for quite a long time, but even though he is annoyed I'm still asking for his opinion on new outfit's. He sits on a little chair in front of the dressing room in the shop with his phone in his hands. I open the curtain and show him my new dress; Jungkook looks up and raises his eyebrows.
"That one looks great on you." Jungkook says, studying my body in the red dress which is a bit too tight for my liking.
"You already said that to the other three dresses I showed you," I groan and pull at the dress, "I'm never going to find a dress for the dinner party if you don't want to help me."
"I think you look good in everything." I roll my eyes at his answer and close the curtain again. After changing back into my old clothes I walk out of the dressing room, "I guess we have to look in another shop." I tell him and Jungkook rolls his eyes but follows me, though.
As I hang back the dresses I hear a loud scream.
My body freezes and my eyes widen at the loud and the high scream that was tearing the silence apart. I look back at Jungkook to see him also staring in shock and confusion because we both don't know what is going on here.
"What the fuck was that?" Jungkook asks and looks at me, drawing his eyebrows together.
"I don't kn—"
A loud shot echos through the shop. I jump backwards and the dresses drop to the ground.
Was this a gun?
My heart pounds heavily in my chest as I wrap my hands firmly on Jungkook's biceps, to get the hold I need right now. I feel a bit safer as soon as I feel his soft skin.
Jungkook starts walking backwards in a slow pace, pushing me behind his body to protect me from whatever is going on here right now.
"Everyone gets down on the floor and no one says a word!" A loud voice yells through the shop, "Everyone!"
My heart is racing , thumping out of my chest, the ringing in my ears is unbearable. I could feel my vision blurring from this anxiety. Anxiety that it washing over me.
A loud stomping is coming near us and Jungkook fastens his walk. He drags me through a door and closes it behind him. We are in the restrooms and Jungkook hastily pushes us in one of the stalls and locks it. I haven't realized that tears are falling down my cheeks until Neymar cups my them and wipes the tears away with his thumb.
"We're going to get out of this. I...I promise you, okay? I'm here. Nothing will happen to you because I will protect you. I'm going to protect you with my own life." Jungkook says out of breath and I see that his eyes are also glossy.
"Don't be scared, baby, okay? You are—We are going to get out."
"He has a gun. A gun!" I want to yell at him so he realizes in how much danger we are but my voice is nothing but a whisper.
