compendium | bts x lovelyz

46 | knight in shining armour

"You better speak up right now, bitch or I'll slice your fucking throat!"

I was about to open my mouth when he suddenly kicked me again on my leg. Hard.

I was so weak and bruised because of these bastards. Tears were forming in my eyes because of the pain, exhaustion, and frustration.

  Fuck, I want to go home if I ever had the chance to get out of there. What do they want more from me?

"I...already told you I didn't tell anyone," I drawled out, eyeing them carefully. 

One of the snickered. "Okay then. But you're still not making it out of here alive. You saw everything, so you die with it," he sharply said. 

Fuck, is it even my fucking fault?

"It's not my fucking fault you guys decided to kill someone in the open," I said with equal sharpness in my voice. 

These bitches really think they're so smart to kill someone in a fucking alleyway where people would pop out and then blame my eyes for seeing their disgusting live show. Stupid fools.

The leader of the three idiots slapped me in my already swollen face. That fucking stung like a bitch.

"You're saying something, doll?" he angrily spat out. "Don't you dare disrespect us—"

"Oh, boo-hoo. Seriously, are you going with your disrespect speech again?" I bravely retorted.

"Why, you bi—"

"I wouldn't continue that if I were you," a deep voice spoke behind him.

We all looked at where the voice was, and there it was. A man in all white suit stood in front of us and— wait...

I-Is that my ex?!

His hair was now dyed purple, his lips lifting into a smirk, his face gorgeous as ever, and his hands were on his back.

"K-Kim...Seokjin," one of the idiots muttered, his voice shaking.

Seokjin snickered. "It's Sir Kim Seokjin to you, peasant."

Their leader chuckled—although I heard fear beneath it. "Why are you here, Jin?"

"Oh, I don't know...Probably taking my gun for a walk," he answered, amusement lacing his voice. "It wants to shoot some pea-size brains."

Four of them visibly paled. I look at Seokjin with wide eyes, not believing what he just said. Is this the same man I dated in college?

He gave me one small smile before lifting his gaze on the bastards. His eyes suddenly darkened.  "Now, who wants to go first?"

"Oh...fuck me," one of the idiots muttered loud enough for us to hear.

"Well, that's disgusting, but my knife said okay," he said then suddenly, a loud thump resonated the abandoned room.

The guy has a knife struck to the middle of his forehead. Blood seeping through his head. No one has seen Seokjin throw his knife like a fucking baseball.

The idiots quivered in fear—even I was afraid. Their leader faked a confident smile. "That's so—"

He couldn't finish what he was saying when Seokjin cut him off. "Guess you're second, fucker."

And then, a gun shot was fired. On his head. Bulls eye.

Seokjin chuckled under his breath. "Oops, my hand slipped. My bad," he said to the remaining two dickheads with a wide grin on his face.

They both charge towards with their guns on hand but Seokjin dodged it and shoot the other one. "Goodbye, Steve," he said with a grin.

The last idiot was at his back—his gun pointed at Seokjin and it looked like Seokjin didn't notice him. 

"Look out!" I shouted at him, but it was too late. I felt the air out of my lungs. It was like time stopped like those cringey tragic movies.

The bullet hit Seokjin in the chest. He turned around to face my captor before dropping to his knees. The fucker grinned like a sick psychopath.

A lump was on my throat, my chest suddenly felt heavy, and ugh...my eyes were filled with tears.

The idiot laughed. "You think you're all that mighty?"

"You need to visit an eye doctor," Seokjin suddenly said, lifting his gun and shot him straight to his heart.

The idiot couldn't even mutter a 'what' before Seokjin suddenly shot him. I gaped at him. 

How? 

"That's how you shoot, dickhead." he muttered to the dead man.

"Y-You're...alive?" I managed to gasp out. He turned around, a smile gracing his lips.

He pulled up his dress shirt where what seems like a bulletproof vest came into view. "Oh."

He chuckled. "Yes. Oh."

He then helped me get out of the ropes that were tied on my hands and ankles. 

"Are you really Seokjin?"

He rubbed his nape sheepishly. "Um, yes. I know you didn't expect me to be like this—"

"No, thank you. Thank you for saving me," I said albeit shyly. He just gave me a soft smile and helped me stand up.

I tried to stand but I couldn't—not when my legs where bruised because of those bastards repeatedly kicking me. I hissed when my legs gave out. 

Without a word, he bent down and carried me bridal style. I muttered a small thank you.

He started walking towards a black car. 

"How did you find me?"

"I actually don't know. I just knew that something horrible is happening. And I guess I was right."

I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you dressed in all white when you're out here killing, um, people?"

"I just came from a party and also, I want to look good when I kill those fuckers."

"You're ridiculous."