Guardian Angel || A BTS Fanfic

2.3: Escape

My surprise quickly faded. "Hyung, get out!" I hissed, shoving him away from the door.

"Get out where?!" His eyes were fixed on the shuddering door. Jungkook continued to pound against it, each blow more forceful than the one before.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the front of the apartment. My mind raced and my heartbeat thundered in my ears as the door began to splinter. I pressed my back against it as it shook violently.

"The window!" I shouted to him over the deafening thumps.

He rushed up to the window, fumbling with the rusted latch. He pulled up on it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Just break the lock!" Electric panic ran through my veins as cracks began to spider up and down the door "Come on, you break things all the time!"

"I CAN'T!" He pulled at the latch in a clumsy frenzy.

The door pushed me forward once again; I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Searching my apartment wildly, I looked for another plan. The neon green numbers on my alarm clock caught my eye. I grabbed it, pulling the plug out of the socket.

"Move!" I yelled. Namjoon darted to the side and I hurled the alarm clock at the glass. It easily shattered the window, scattering sharp pieces of glass everywhere. "Hurry! Get out! "

Namjoon climbed out, glass crunching under his shoes. He stretched out his hand and I clutched it tightly, making my way through the jagged opening. With another blow, the door flew off its hinges and Jungkook's intimidating, shadowed figure leapt at me, falling just short of my feet. His sharp nails raked my exposed calf, drawing blood, but Namjoon was already pulling me through the ruined window.

Jungkook quickly recovered. He stood up, the look in his eyes murderous, and opened his claw-like hands to grab me again. Namjoon gave one powerful tug and pulled me through. Glass shards sliced thin cuts on my knees and hand.

"RUN!" Namjoon screamed, clutching me as he burst into a sprint. I began running, but looked back. Jungkook was fighting to fit his enormous wings through the small frame of the window. He was growling animalistically as more broken glass scattered across the ground.

Too terrified to look back again, I turned around and sprinted down the sidewalk, clutching Namjoon's hand. We crossed the street, running past Jimin's deserted apartment and the quiet shops next to it.

"W-where are we going?" Namjoon panted, sweat beading on his forehead.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the music studio. Unlike the other shops, its warm yellow lights were turned on and I could see Emma, the employee from before, behind the counter.

"In here," I replied quickly, pulling him along. We were drawing attention from the people around us who watched the scene we were making. They didn't seem to notice the crow that flew crookedly over their heads, as if its wings were injured.

The soft sound of wind chimes greeted us as we flung open the door. Emma jumped, startled, and her face twisted into a scowl. "What are you doing here?" She asked, irritated.

"The key," I gasped, holding a cramp on my side, silently cursing my weak body. I knew it had been a while since I properly exercised, but this was ridiculous.

"What? Calm down," she said warily.

"The key to the studio in the back, we need it," I repeated.

She stared at our desperate faces and sighed, pulling the key from under the counter and dropping it on my quivering hand. "If you're in trouble, I don't know you."