Fear completely filled my body like an hour glass of sand. Tipping tipping tipping tipping tipping. Fearful black sand filling the other side of the glass. Time is getting shorter and shorter yet more valuable. Please don't run out on
me.
"(Y/n) here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna try to make if out of here in one piece." He walked over to the door and crouched down to look underneath in the crack. He got back up and looked at me. "We're gonna make a run for the exit at floor one. When we get there Im-"
"Jungkook what about the bomb? If we leave and they can't find us it goes off and kills everyone in this hospital."
"Goddamnit" he looked even more stressed. "You're gonna make a run for the exit and I'm gonna try and disable the bombs."
"Jungkook there are guys out there, probably ten grading each bomb. Not to mention there are five on each floor. Please."
"(Y/n) times running out. When I count to-"
"Jungkook no-"
"Three, were gonna run to the fire escape-"
"Please don-"
"And I'm gonna run to floor one-"
"I don't wanna le-"
"Are you ready?-"
"No!-"
"One..-"
"Jungkook I can't leave you-"
"Two..-"
"I don't want you to get hurt-"
"Three!" He yanked the door open and yanked me through it. His tight grip on my hand felt like super glue. We ran and ran until we got to the fire exit. He turned around and looked at me.
"This may be the last time I ever see you. I want you to know I never forgot. My heart always aches when I thought of you. I love you to the moon and back. You really are my bright eyes." He gave me a quick smile then said. "If we do t make it...I'll make sure to kiss every inch of your broken soul in heaven."
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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Fanfiction(Y/n)s life is threatened by a black marketeer Min Yoongi who had adopted her just to feed his bank account. When the two seemingly get along well things sink a lot deeper. As she runs away from her problems with the man of her dreams Jeon Jungkook...
