Table For One | TaeKook

chapter 24 || "you're not alone"

My eyes widened when I saw my everything getting taken away from me. Not tonight. Not ever. I scrambled to my feet, shooting daggers at Jimin with my eyes. "Don't you dare," I said, my heart racing.

Jimin smirked as he inched the knife closer to Taehyung. I heard a scream, and little did I know it was my own. "No!"

 I ran over to Jimin and Taehyung and I saw Jimin was ready. Although I was able to snatch Tae's hand, Jimin was quicker. He tried slashing at me, missing, but instead hit Tae's bare arm. He groaned in pain as he fell to the floor. I finally managed to reach Jimin who was currently being distracted by the hurting Taehyung.

I shoved him backwards and he stumbled, dropping his knife. I ran over to it, snatched it, and held it in my hands in a position I thought would be somewhat close to accurate. But how would I know? I've never used a knife before.

I held it firmly in my grasp, waiting for my ex to run back to me. When he did I attacked, but since Jimin knew more things than I did, he grabbed the knife out of my hands and sent me flying. I fought blackness a I tried getting up. A heavy force, however, pushed me down--I assumed it was Jimin putting his weight on me.

I fought as much as I could, but soon felt something deep and heavy in my chest. The numbing pain went through all of my body, signaling messages to shut it off. I screamed but I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear anything. 

I fought unconsciousness again and finally was able to open my eyes. I saw a blurry figure above me, and another one behind. The one behind the first screamed something--I couldn't exactly make out what--and the other one ran away. I saw the figure run to the forest, which was right beside the beach where Taehyung--

Taehyung.

Finally, using all of my willpower, I was able to hear a tiny bit of sound. "Jungkook.. No.. Why.. Jungkook! Kookie! No leaving.." It took me a little while before I found out that the words were coming from Taehyung, my everything.

He was okay.

My voice came in a hoarse whisper: "Run. You're not alone."

That's all I could say or hear before I finally slipped into unconsciousness.