Seven Bullets

1- no more dream

1- no more dream

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the dark alleyway. Despite the burning in his jean-clad legs and the icy air slicing his skin mercilessly, Yoongi continued running. If he could just make it to the other side of the alley and into the street he would be able to make it to safety. But the masked attacker on his trail was quicker and before long latched onto Yoongi like a lion gripping its prey. And that's precicely how Yoongi felt the moment he felt the fingers of the unknown man chasing him make contact with his exposed skin. Gripping Yoongi's shoulder and causing him to tumble backward at the sheer force, Yoongi falls scraping his back on the ground. 

Groaning, Yoongi grips his right shoulder in agony and attempts to scoot away from the man towering above him. A humorless laugh leaves his lips. He knows he should continue to fight but the life slowly drains out of him as he catches a glimpse of the weapon in the attacker's hand. A long knife is held tightly in his gloved hand and Yoongi's blood runs cold as he stares at it. 

Dark red was the blood that pooled around Yoongi's body as he laid on the concrete floor shivering and clutching his wounded side. He had no recollection of when he was stabbed, it happened so fast. The knife was still piercing him and as he looked into the eyes of his assailant he struggled to get his words out. The pain was excruciating but he managed to mutter in a strangled voice.

 "Why?" Before he could hear a response the shock and pain overpowered his senses and he lost consciousness. 

Yoongi woke up abruptly in a cold sweat. His dark hair stuck to his forehead and his hands reached up to push the strands away as he hated that feeling. Why do I keep having these nightmares, he thought to himself. Suddenly his body stiffened as he heard a rustling in the closet in his room. He lived alone and had no pets. 

"Hobi?" He called out in a voice less than a whisper. The rustling stopped and Yoongi's heart seemed to do the same in that instant. Why would Hoseok be in his house at 2 am? And why would he be in his closet? Yoongi's thoughts ran wild as he glanced at the clock on the wall quickly before returning his attention to his closet. Time seemed to stop as his closet door suddenly burst open. 

There stood a young man that Yoongi had never seen before. After the nightmare that he just had, he was rendered paralyzed momentarily by fear and shock. Was this a dream too? He wondered.

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi asked, attempting to make his voice sound intimidating as he shakily stood up from his bed in the center of the room, eyes never leaving the intruder. Yoongi's question was greeted with silence. The moonlight streaming into the small room from the curtainless window cast an ominous glow on the stranger's face. Yoongi noticed the man was not attempting to make eye contact with him but instead was looking behind him. Before Yoongi could turn his head around to investigate, he was knocked out cold by a single blow to the head. 

"Really JK?" Taehyung scowled at JK who was still gripping the flashlight in the air that he had just used as a bludgeon. "What's the point of having you come along to be on the look-out if you aren't even gonna keep me updated?"

JK rolled his eyes as he picked up Yoongi's limp body from the floor and threw him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "Next time I'll be sure to announce, hey Hyung, the dude whose house that we've broken into has woken up because you're being deafly loud." 

"Oh sure, blame it on me," Taehyung responded sarcastically. "Just bring him to the car, we have to get out of here before he wakes up. Jimin is going to be pissed."

JK followed orders, like always, and carried Yoongi all the way to the black van parked on the curb outside the complex. Opening the back door and dropping Yoongi haphazardly on the seats, JK shut the door and sat in the driver's seat patiently waiting for Taehyung to join him.