trouble? (seokjin x male!reader)

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

M/N'S P.O.V.

    Standing up to look at the ground and seeing people run, memories that I tried to lock away. Crouching down while hugging my legs, my breath becoming staggered.

    "N-not again, no no nonono," I mumble, remembering the real reason why I moved to Korea. "n-not again p-please no, h-help!" My breathing fluctuating, thinking back to what happened at my old school, the blood, the screams, the bodies, the guilt.

    "M/n. Calm down. We need to get to safety." Who is that? Why is their voice muffled..?

    "Yoongi he can't hear you. Get his hands away from his ears," is that why I can't hear? "can you count with me...? here... I'll start... 20. 19. 18. 17."

    "16. 15. 14... 13.12. 12.12." I started repeating a number, thinking about what might happen to the kids that are here, the bodies that'll be on the floor by the end of school. The crying parents, the suicides that come later.

    "I can't it hurts." I wheeze out, breath growing thin. "I-it's only my first day, p-please n-not again. I'm s-supposed to be s-safe! s-safe... I'm n-not safe, h-help...!" my mind going faster than my mouth, words jumbling together and coming out as mumbling.

    "M/n, it'll be okay, 12... 11... 10..." Jin, the damn angel, started talking to me, his voice going over my head. "come on M/n, please work with me here, 10..."

    "9... e-eight... 8? A-are they c-coming? Are t-they coming f-for us?"

    "Shhh... M/n it's okay, don't worry. Jin we need to get him off of the roof, NOW." Yoongi-hyung said looking out to the field, "what an eventful first-day you're having M/n."

    "Yoongi!" Jin scolded.

    "Sorry, sorry..." Yoongi says, beginning to feel bad about his words. All of their heads turning to attention when they hear someone /screech/. "Let's get the hell out of here, M/n? Can you stand?" Am I okay? I might die again... why? Why is it always me? IS it my fault that the shooters here? Did she follow me from the states, no she's behind bars... right? ihopesheisshemightcometokillusand- "Jin grab his arm," I hear a sound of protest from Jin. "I know he's tall but I can't get him out of here myself!"

    Feeling myself being lifted slightly, turning my head to meet Yoongi-hyungs eyes, "com' on help us out here, you're too big to carry." Bringing my feet to my chest and pushing myself off of the ground, the hands on my arms bringing me to a still.

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    "Yoongi, go grab our stuff and get out of here, 'm gonna get M/n off of this roof and to a classroom," Jin says, his voice ringing through my ears. I'm not going to pass out, Jin's voice is very attractive- I understand that it's not the time, but wow. "When you get down the stairs, hide in a classroom. P-please stay safe Yoongs..."

    Running to collect everything we brought, I watched him run to the stairs, disappearing in a second. "M/n? It'll be alright, don't worry we'll be safe." giving out a shaky breath, nodding to show Jin that I'm ready to go. Taking step after step, our hearts beating out of our chests (which sounds romantic, but not in this situation) we get down the stairs, hearing panicked breathing coming from all directions, and a voice humming from a few hallways away. Getting behind a pillar and sitting down, looking over to Jin his face flushed with the carrying and walking he had to do.

    Seeing the fright that's forced onto Jin's face, the distress making my heart drop to my stomach. I want to apologize to him and tell him that it's probably my fault that this is happening.

    I feel... so bad. 'Please God, whichever one is listening, please don't let the shooter hurt Jin... the world needs him.' I plea in my head, praying to whatever deity is listening.

    "M/N L/N'S! I KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE! Come out, my love! I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER! I CAN DO BETTER, PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!" a female voice yells out. A voice that I've known for too many years of my life.

    'I guess that no one is listening to me, like always...' I say tiredly in my mind. 'I know that voice... she did follow me, I thought she was behind bars, I thought we were safe I thought that it would all be okay I thought-'

    "Shh, it'll be okay M/n-ah," Jin's quiet voice breaks through my inner turmoil, his thin arms wrapping themselves around my waist, head resting against my shoulders "it'll all be okay."

    "M/N! WHERE ARE YOU, MY LOVE?" her voice at the end of the hallway, passing by our hiding spot. "Are you maybe in the classrooms?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" a large gasp was heard. The sound of sirens and police radios were heard as well.

    "Drop the gun and put your hands above your head! You are under arrest! For active shooting, second-degree murder of four people, illegal leave from prison, and leaving a country without a passport, thus making you an illegal immigrant!"

    "I'M HERE FOR MY LOVE, HE LEFT ME ALONE!" the raging bitch yells back. "He came here without me! I'm going to take him BACK! BACK TO THE STATES WHERE HE BELONGS! WITH ME!"

    We watched as the girl got tackled from behind by a very brave police dog, a surprised 'ah!' coming from the fallen girl. Other police officers running to restrain her, one taking and dissembling the gun. Looking for someone to help him with the magazine catch lever in the gun.

    "N-no! I need to get him, to love him!" the female screechs, handcuffs being put onto her, the white jacket securing her.

    "I told you that we'd be safe." Jin whispered to me 'we are safe!' I cheer in my head, trying to voice my thoughts. Instead, I get even more tears running down my face, a choked sob making its way through my throat.

SEOKJIN'S P.O.V.

    It breaks my heart, seeing my new friend so broken down on his first day, but what truly matters is that we are all safe. Namjoon and Yoongi should be fine, they're very smart and know how to outsmart others, but what if they got caught in the crossfire.

Could they be hurt? The police said she killed people, could one of those people be Namjoon? Did anyone get killed today because of that damned lunatic?

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