• I'm Sorry • (BTS X SUICIDAL READER)

• I'm Sorry • Pt.2

"What the hell?!"
I slapped the hand off of me as I turned around. But the body pulled me closer to it.
"You can't do this." He said with a deep voice.
"You can't tell me that. You don't know me." I argued as I pushed myself off of him and walked away.
"I try to help people like you."
"Once again you don't know me." I said as I turned back to face the man.
He stepped closer to me so I stepped backwards.
"WE try to help people." Another figure appears next to him as he said that. "Please. We just want to try to help people... Our fans." The second man says with an odd accent.
"What.. what do you mean by 'fans'? I don't even know you people. Wait... Why I'm I still wasting my breath here." I turned and ran as fast and as far as I could.

Once you think you got far enough you started to walk "What's with those people? They don't need to help me. I don't need anyone's help. My mind is set." You were thinking out loud. "Oh my gosh swings!" You always loved swings so you went to go sit on them. The cold chains against your cheek with the nightly breeze pushing you slightly. You let out a deep sigh and started crying.

"Hello?" You heard a deep voice say.

You started to look around a little looking for where the voice came from.

"Are you okay?" You heard the footsteps in the woodchips get closer.

You got up and started to walk away. "I'm fine, just going home. Goodnight." You said as you started to pick up your pace.

"What's with all these creepy guys and the weird accents they have? I could've sworn I've heard those voices before."

You started to walk again. But suddenly a cold hand grabs your arm.
"I'm sorry. We're just trying to help."

Something went over my mouth and I felt weak and couldn't fight. The man picked me up and carried me to a truck. But I can't see. My vision is too blurry and that was the last thing I remembered.