If You Love Me

Chapter 6: Hush Baby

"Someone call an ambulance!"

Ear piercing shrills and gasps fill the atmosphere, strangers flooding to the scene, many mouths hanging open and the clicks of cameras recording.

Your arms had been wrapped around his waist, the two of you entangled in each other's embrace, his warmth slowly fading from yours, head sinking into your shoulder.

You scream his name, all time seeming to come to a stop as his shaky breath remains by your ear as he struggled for every breath.

He winces in pain, red damping his ebony locks, thumbs wiping the tears spilling from your eyes, tears glistening in his. He manages a smile weak, "At least... You're okay."

You broke down, sobs roaring from your lips as his last breath had been swept from his lungs, blood trickling down your fingertips as you held him close.

As if you would never let go.

Your eyes had followed the culprits towering over you, their grins turning wicked from bloodlust, almost in a certain mockery.

They had won— you had lost.

They had gotten what they wanted.

Were they happy now?

Were they pleased watching you scream in agony from the sidelines as your lover's life had slowly dwindled from existence?

"Yoongi!" The painful shout had ripped your throat, his body unresponsive the more you tried to convince yourself that he was fine— that this wasn't real.

But you should've known better because...

A flower can't flourish in a bed of lies.

"Please hold on..."

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"Somebody call an ambulance!"

An ear shrilling scream had sounded from the front. You ogle at your aunt who returns your stares with a worried glance.

"Did you hear that?"

Your aunt confirms her answer with a sturdy nod, "Shit." You cruse, rushing out of the front office without further incent, sprinting to the grand entrance.

Glancing out the large window, your breath hitches, a familiar shade of ebony hair catching your attention. "Don't tell me..." You rasped, pushing the glass door open coming face to face with the culprit. His figure towered over yours, a crooked grin pulling his lips.

He looked pissed.

You couldn't help but notice a slender brunette behind your acquaintance, his hand locked onto the ladder's wrist.

"Let go." Yoongi grumbles, tone severe.

The corners of Hoseok's lips fall, brows furrowing as he reluctantly granted the space that Yoongi desired, his pecan orbs showing much concern for his elder.

You clear your throat awkwardly, "Is everything alright here?"

"I'm fine." Yoongi manages, breaths shaky as he clutched onto the white railing, relying on it heavily as support.

"Fine?" The younger scoffs, tongue glazing his bottom lip, a hand brushing through his hickory mane, "Are you stupid? You collapsed on the sidewalk without any explanation!" He fumes, an irritated sigh releasing from his lips in response to Yoongi's stubbornness.