Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 17

'Heh.
Y/n
It's Doyoung
I've got him.
2 minutes to save him.
Or
Bultaoreune...'
F/n and I read the note simultaneously. I began to notice my breath becoming shaky.
"Doyoung..." my voice shook as f/n's arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"We need to hurry. There's an address on the back, let's go..." f/n seemed to be calm however the thin glaze of sweat on her forehead suggested otherwise.
We headed out the house and ran to the address on the note.

Our heavy breathing weighed down our speech as we busted into what seemed like an old barn house.
"YOONGI!" I called in between our breaths.
"Heh heh heh..." A frenzied laugh could be heard from a distant room. F/n and I chased the voice.
I rammed the door down to the room and we were immediately met with a gun pointed to our heads. Analysing the room I noticed 5 guys in suits crowding the middle of the room. I spied past them and saw Yoongi.
He was strapped up against a chair with a blind fold and mouth cover tightly blocking his sight and speech.
"You know y/n..." Doyoung sneered revealing himself from behind the suited guards. "You were 5 seconds late..." His glare shot at my eyes as he signalled for his 'men' to leave the building.
"Doyoung you're fucking crazy. Yoongi hasn't done shit, let him go." I pleaded as I placed my hand over where I stuffed my gun.
"Y/n there's liquid on the floor..." f/n whispered into my ear as I confronted Doyoung.
She was right, the floor was coated with what I recognised to be gasoline.
"Ah so you see my plan huh?" Doyoung snickered flashing a box of matches in front of our eyes. "Since you came late... Bultaoreune."
"Y/N GET YOONGI!" F/n screamed at me as Doyoung lit a match.
In the few moments between Doyoung flicking the lit match on the floor and putting on some kind of gas mask on and between me wrestling with the straps tying Yoongi on the chair everything seemed to go in slow motion. F/n flung a wild punch at Doyoung and was greeted with a smirk from his insane personality...Doyoung smiles at her and decided to take her with him before everything caught fire.
The few seconds that seemed like minutes were closing in on me the fire was spreading rapidly.
"Shit..." I pulled and tugged the straps connecting Yoongi to the chair. I managed to loosen them and pull him out.
I kept shouting and repeating his name. His unconscious body would not awaken... I quickly slung him in my arms and pressed him close to me. The fire had blown up incredibly fast, the flames blocked most of the exits.
I charged out of the building. Holding my breath tightly away from the fumes. I busted through a window and collapsed with Yoongi on the grass outside.
"Yoongi..." I whispered softly laying him far from the fire. Carefully I slipped the remaining straps off of him including his eyes and mouth straps. He was breathing... good.
I could see f/n resisting Doyoung grasp. She managed to run from him and join me with Yoongi.
"Bitch." Doyoung called chasing after her.
Cold-blood rushed through my brain as I heartlessly armed my self. Gun in hand I pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet directly into Doyoung's shoulder.
"Get fucking lost..." I cried hugging Yoongi close.
"Y/n you're so dead..." Doyoung fell to the floor as his guards helped him up.
"Ah it's you! Sungmin?!? Right? Look at my bitch of a sister! Kill her! Kill her!" Doyoung screamed desperately. I peered round and indeed Sungmin had wondered over... he had a knife.
"Y/n..." Sungmin's eyes softened but his grip of the knife grew tighter.
"Please Sungmin help us, Yoongi needs an ambulance! Please..." I pleaded as Sungmin wondered closer.
"I-I don't know." Sungmin looked conflicted...
"Y/n I'll hold Yoongi for you. Fight him." F/n's eyes narrowed as I gave her Yoongi carefully.
I stood from the damp grass. I held my gun with strength. Knowing full well I was out of ammo, I pointed it at Sungmin. His dazed eyes grew wide and confused.
I stammered forward to him.
I was half a meter away... gun targeted to his head.
He struck his knife at me.
I dodged.
He struck again.
I held his wrist sharply away from me.
I wrestled to restrain him and freeze him from what he was trying to commit.
I failed.
He reached the gun from me and quickly aimed it passed me, at Yoongi.
"It's not loaded." Sungmin sighed reaching in his pocket. I tried to disarm him only to be met with the knife pressed against my throat.
Sungmin filled the pistol with ammo.
BANG.
A bullet coasted its way to Yoongi aiming at his heart.
Crying, I prayed silently for a miracle.
My mind flashed back to the last time Yoongi was going to get shot.
It deflected off him...
"He's bullet proof." I stated as Sungmin shook in horror as the bullets he fired bounced off of Yoongi.
Sungmin dropped to the floor. Frozen in thought he stopped all movement.
F/n and I carried Yoongi as we saw this as an opportunity to escape.
We rushed to the nearest hospital.
Immediately having Yoongi coaxed away by nurses.