Wrongdoer ➳ yoonmin

Chapter 3 -

He was gone for under ten minutes when they striked. He felt his blood run hot as he saw them dragging Jimin, who in panic tried to break free, towards the car.

His sight went red and white as he ran there with his gun and three loud bangs, time stopped.

Two down, one attempting to get up.

Jimin laying on the ground, hands and eyes tied, shivering from fear.

And he runs to free him, yells for him to run to the car.

The man gets up just little after them, running from behind. The bullet hit him on a leg, which slows him just enough for them to get to the car in time.

He opens his car and pushes Jimin inside, slams the door closed and starts the engine. He is used to the feeling of adrealine on his veins, but this time it's not pleasant. He manages to push his mixed emotions aside as he speeds away, leaving the wounded enemies behind.

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He doesn't recall his blood running through his veins ever as fast as this time.

He was never afraid for himself but this boy is innocent. The only thought in his mind was to get as far away as fast as possible.

When finally night landed on the earth and darkness swallowed the aroundings, he dares to stop in front of an old motel.

Jimin had laid on the backseat silently, shaking scarily and still blindfolded.

He opens the door and pulls Jimin to sit, removing the piece of fabric off his sight and unties his hands. For the first time he feels slightly bad for him.

"Stop shaking," he orders and looks into his eyes. Yet Jimin looks away, swallowing tears.

"I-I'm gonna die before I can see my mother again, am I?" he trembles and shakes his head then covering his face to prevent anyone from seeing his suffering.

The black hair grabs a blanket and lays it on Jimin's shoulders.

"There might be free rooms, I'll come back soon."

As he is about to get up, he feels cold sweaty hand grabbing him by arm. "Don't leave," Jimin whispers and looks up, eyes teary and he suddenly feels his heart sink.

What has he done? 

"Okay," he whispers and sits back in, closing the door behind. And at that very moment Jimin's whole body gives up and he grumbles on him.

Unable to fix things in a minute he just stays there, not knowing whether he is even allowed to wrap his arm around the shivering boy. They were after him, he knew it but he has no idea why.

Something he knows must be so critical he can't stay alive. This makes him million times more valuable.

"C'mon, let's go inside," he whispers and grabs him by the hand, slowly leading him towards the motel entrance.

He locks the door to their room and shuts the curtains tightly after placing Jimin on the bed. Then he kneels in front of him, looking straight into his eyes.

"Don't be scared," he says quietly and pulls Jimin's sleeves up, as he sees tiny bit blood running, placing a towel on them.

"How?" he asks. "When I'm in a motel room with a guy whose name I don't even know, some crazy guys coming after me for a reason I don't know," he adds and breathes out heavily.

The black haired guy gets up and sits next to him.

"I'm Yoongi."

"Yoongi, why are you here?"

"To protect you," he answers and looks into the scared eyes swollen by tears. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but you need to."

"Proof it," he pleads tilting his head. Yoongi hesitates and looks around.

"Those guys, who are after you, are my enemies. I was spying them when I saw you so I took you, first I thought I would just annoy them by showing them I'm smarter than them. But seems like you know more than they like, as they seem to be eager to get you back," Yoongi says, looking into his eyes the whole time.

"And if we can figure out what you know, if you could remember, it'd help me a lot," he adds, emphasizing the 'we'.

Jimin sighs and nods, closing his eyes. "I'm so tired," he whispers.

Not too long and he falls asleep on the bed. Yoongi tucks him up and lays next to him, knowing he'll stay up all night.