Fallen

Jaebum

"I know a place where you can shout without getting too much attention," a deep yet gentle voice said behind me. I turned and saw a teenage boy probably slightly younger than me, giving me a big eye smile making the sides of his eyes wrinkle. "Jaebum hyung right? Hi, I'm Jinyoung by the way," the boy said holding out his hand. That was the time I met Jinyoung. He was sweet and savage at the same time. "How did you know my name?" I asked Jinyoung. "We go to the same school, we have some classes together too," Jinyoung brightly answered. I took his hands and can't help but notice that our hands slide perfectly with each other as if our hands were meant for each other. "You said we have some classes together? How come? By the looks of it, I think you are younger than I am." I quizzed as he helps me get up. I saw a blush crept to his cheeks before he could turn to hide his face and shyly answered. "You're just a few months older than me." "You seem to know a lot about me, are you stalking me?" I teased. He instantly became defensive and faced me again while waving both of his hands at me. "No, no, no, of course not, why would I even..." He said with a face turning beet red. "Relax, I was just joking," I said smiling at him while pondering how cute he was. I didn't realize it at first but the moment I talked to this guy every hurt I was feeling before has vanished as if it was not even there in the first place. The only time I remembered my woes was when my phone vibrated inside my pocket, I fished it out and read the message from Youngjae. "Hyung, I'm sorry but I need to do this," the text message said. "It was really nice meeting you Jinyoung, but I have an emergency right now, I gotta go," I hurriedly said as I ran off. "I'll see you in class..." I heard him shout as his voice trailed off. I ran to the street and quickly hailed a cab, once I was seated I opened my GPS tracker to pinpoint Youngjae's position via his phone's GPS and gave the driver the address. I have a bad feeling about Youngjae meeting Jackson, this could only end badly. I was getting anxious by the minute and asked the driver to hurry. But when I arrived Youngjae was already on the ground bleeding profusely, I rushed to him as I fished my phone from my jeans pocket and dialled 911. I tried to cease the bleeding by taking my shirt off and covering it to the big cut on his chest. Luckily the ambulance didn't take their time to arrive. He was taken to the nearest hospital and was taken cared of immediately.

I never saw Youngjae after the incident his dad took him to the US to have his treatment. Jackson also vanished after the incident; no one knew what happened to him. I was devastated and depressed during that time and shut myself out of the world. I stopped going to school and just stayed at home. I was blaming myself for what happened. If I didn't leave him this would've not happened. It was almost a month since my isolation; I was lying down on my bed drowning in self-pity when my doorbell suddenly rang. I ignored it and buried my head under the pillow. The doorbell stopped and I was thankful that whoever was visiting already left, or so I thought. The moment I removed my head from under the pillow the doorbell rang relentlessly, I groaned and dragged myself to the door, I harshly opened it and shouted "WHAT THE F..." I choked on my words when I realized who it was. "Jinyoung?" I exclaimed. "Hi! Glad you still remember me," he said as he pushed past me inviting himself in. "Where can I put this?" he said as he lifts the bags of grocery on his hands looking around. I confoundedly lifted my hands and pointed at the kitchen counter. He proceeded to the kitchen counter and placed the bags on it, then started opening the cupboards as if looking for something. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Cooking," he simply answered.

I remembered how Jinyoung pulled me out of my depression, how he helped me get over Youngjae and how I swore to protect him even if it caused me my life. I rush to follow Jinyoung knowing that he's going to Youngjae, I'm not losing him like how I lost Youngjae I told myself. Jinyoung and Bambam were nowhere to be found when I arrived at Youngjae's hideout, all that was left was their luggage by the front door. I internally cursed knowing that Youngjae's guards will kill any intruder on sight. I hurried inside and was shocked to see that the guards are unconsciously leaning on the wall relieved of their firearms. I thanked God, thinking that Jinyoung did not recklessly invade a house full of armed guard without police backup. My brain was working double time, they could be anywhere in this big house I thought. I tried to think like Jinyoung, where will I go first if I was him. The stairs going up was directly in front once you enter, to the right is the hallway going to the kitchen, to the left is the hallway going to the basement. I ran towards the basement, I was almost through the hallway when I suddenly bumped into someone. "Jaebum?" said a voice that I recognized. He hurriedly lifted me up by the arms and dragged me back to where I came from and pushed me into hiding covering my mouth with his left hands, while his right hands was holding a gun using it to gesture for me to be quiet. My eyes widen when I realized Jinyoung was holding a gun "Bloody hell" I mentally cursed. "Why the heck is he holding a gun?" I thought to myself. I heard some guards pass by from where we came from. Jinyoung released my mouth when the coast was clear. "Why the heck are you holding a gun?" I whispered. "For protection," he answered. "Give me that," I said as I snatched it away from him. "Hey..." he started to complain but I cut him off by asking where Bambam is. "I left him outside, I can't put his life in danger," he answered while fishing another gun from his back. "Seriously!?" I said incredulously as I snatched the other gun from him. "Where did you even get these?" I said brandishing the guns on his face. He pointed to the guards I saw earlier who was unconscious near us.

I was shoving the gun on my back when I heard Youngjae's voice saying "Oh, we have some visitors.