Stalker Hostage. bts ||Book 1 ✓

13. 'Stay with me'

Agust's Pov.

"Stay here-" my heels are hot as I run out the room. The air is thick covered with fog, my throat clings  to the rough air. What the hell? Is the house on fire?

When I get to the staircase my vision enhances on the sight before my eyes. The house is actually on fire, it's burning all different shades of orange and red. Carefully I climb down the stairs, the fire is developing with rapid speed and smoke. Some lights are still flicking off and on downstairs but majority of the light comes from the fire, the high hot fire.

"NAMJOON!" I call out. "JIMIN!"

Its not hitting me hard that the  house is on fire. That were trapped and the police could actually--

"Shit!" Rushing through the fire to the legs appearing out. My hands grip tightly to the ankles dragging the body away from the fire, to a dark corner damn its hot.

I look down at the body.

No.

No.

"NOOO!! SHIT NO!!" I grab his collar shaking him roughly. "C'MON YOU LITTLE TART STOP PLAYING WITH ME!!" Maybe he fainted, yes maybe he fainted because it was too hot but wait... "What's this blo-blood??"... My fingers shake violently around the blood on his jersey. " Jimin.. Now is not the time TO FUCKING PLAY! GET UP! WAKE UP! STOP PLAYING!"

"JIMIN!!" I yell. "No, no no, no!" I bring his body to my ear. C'mon beat beat beat beat..where's the beat?! The beats are really slow. In fact they are incredibly slow. His eyes open slightly and he tries breaking a smile but... "Jimin you can't do this to me!" My heart beats faster, "Jimin please! Come on brother you can do this!"

I remove his jersey, ripping off his shirt. His ripped body gazing at me, just as the blood stands out the bullet stands out very around his stomach. "No,"

The tears pour out of my eyes like a waterfall falling fast. They match my heart pace, they match my heat, my veins, my mind!! Everything is so quick quick quick my blood boils. "JIMIN! STOP PLAYING!" My shaky fingers get in contact with his skin slapping him lightly, trying to keep his eyes open. His chubby cheeks bounce with every pat. "Please Jimin, stay with me stay with me. You stay with me," I dry my tears bringing him close. "Please," I whisper.

A shadow appears on the floor, dancing along with the fire. I ignore it and focus back on Jimin. "Please.. Jimin. Brother.." I gulp once, twice, thrice, before the hardcore choke balls hit my throat. "Ji-Ji-Jimin," I rest my head on his head cradling his him.

"Agust." That's his voice. Namjoon. Its so faded. I hold Jimin tighter.

"Speak bro, just one word," I gulp again breaking him closer. "Please don't leave me," I cry harder. "Jimin,"

I should've stopped when you told me to stop. I should have listened when you said it was a bad idea. I should've listened when you said we should go home. I should've listened to you. I should've but I didn't. I quickly use his jersey to wrap around his the bullet preventing the blood.

If only I listened, I would've still been the same and you were still gonna be alive. Why'd you have to pick me to volunteer to look after you, you twat?! Because...

"Yoongi I really want you to get better. So we can chill like we used to, remember?" Jimin says sitting on the grass, me smoking my weed next to him. The sun shining, looking down on us. I puff out the air laying on the grass watching him trim the grass with his fingers scissoring through the grass.

"I still am the same. Just wiser." I take another swing.

He looks at me with curious eyes. "And cooler," he lies down.

"I'm cool?" I smile a little. Damn. This sun is not anyone's friend. "You're cool." I say. He chuckles.

"Seriously you are. You are a unique but a weird human being with cool brother traits. Hey," he suddenly says. "Can I ask you something?"

"You've been talking, I don't know what's different if you ask a question.. You'd still be talking," I mummer.

He sits up leaning on his arm looking down on me, his black hair swinging away from his forehead. His eyes the usual slit when he's about to talk serious talk.

"Would you go to rehab?" I stare at him funny and shake my head. "Oh why not?" He asks again.

"Because I don't need it," I answer simply. I take one last breath of the weed and throw it behind me, proving to him that I can control my smoking. "I can control myself." I say.

"Really? What about when you're with Namjoon?" He looks away. "You do crazy things when you're with that..guy or man." He says. I watch his happy expression turn dark. I know he doesn't like Namjoon, neither does my mum but I like him so what.

"Last time, I saw you grabbing a girl and I thought 'so much for shy Yoongi" he says. I sit up putting my arm around his shoulder.

"Listen here twat." I sigh. I really have been getting a little reckless but I do what I do for my family to have it all. "Mum is happy and you're happy which automatically makes me happy," he smiles and leans on me. "I would be absolutely crushed if something had to happen to you especially on my account. That's why I always tell you, keep away from Namjoon. He helps me,"

"And that's why you're cool. 'Cause you care," he hugs me. "I love you bro."

I smile lightly messing his hair. "I love you too bro. Now get off me its getting weird."

"Just a little more,"

"I knew you were gay,"

"I'm not! I just really love you,"

...
I chuckle to myself, looking down at his pale face. "Like that doesn't make you less gay,"

"Agust!" I break out of my little memory and meet Namjoon's blazing eyes.

"Namjoon! Get Taehyung! We have to leave now the cops are-"

"Idiot." Namjoon shakes his head aiming a gun on me. Where did that come from? I look at him confused and then..
Realisation dawns on me. I look back at Jimin. I look up to Namjoon and he smiles. "You,"

"Idiot," he shoots. My back hits the wall hard, the blood pouring out.

My vision becomes blurry. "You bastered."

My hands slowly roam Jimin's face, his eyes are in shock before his body stops shaking and his eyes freezes. I smile one last time at my younger brother. "I'm sorry Ji-"

BANG!

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