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by angrychim

by angrychim

[ chapter nine ]

I'm waiting for Jungkook outside in the garden. He told me it would only take 5 mins meet me. Where is he? I should be gone by now.

It's been too long, so I decide to text him that I'm leaving. Before I can grab my phone, Jungkook comes out.

"Finally, I thought you died or something," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sorry for making you wait. Jimin Hyung isn't the easiest person to carry, but you already know that." He chuckles.

We start walking down the road, it's pretty dark. It was getting a little too quiet, so I started to talk.

"So, why did you decide to be a singer?"

"Oh, well, I guess I always loved singing. I joined bangtan when I was very young, so I kinda adapted quick to the music world. What about you, you're a fashion designer, right?" he asked.

"Yeah. I guess I liked art and design since I was young. Since I wasn't the smartest kid in my grade, I dropped out. I wanted to pursue my so-called dream. Kinda cliche, don't you think?" I giggled.

"Yep."

"You were supposed to say no! And say how it was a good decision," I whined.

He chuckles while I playfully punch his arm. We talked and laughed for awhile until we both saw a popcorn stand nearby. Why is a popcorn stand open at 2 am?

"Jasmine, you don't mind if I get some popcorn right? I'm super hungry," Jungkook asked, while jumping up and down like a little boy.

I nodded and he ran off to the stand, leaving me alone. In the meantime, I went on my phone and decided to play some games. Jungkook still hasn't come back, but after awhile someone bumped into me, causing me to drop my phone.

"Excuse me, watch where you're going." I said, bending down to pick up my phone.

The person smirked, and right as I stood back up, he harshly covered my mouth and pinned my arms behind my back. I tried to scream, and stop myself from budging from that spot, but he was too strong.

He dragged me to a nearby alleyway and pushed me onto the floor. My back hit the ground, causing me to groan.

"What do you want?! Let me go!" I yell.

"Say another word, princess, and you'll be sorry," he says while coming closer. He starts to unbuckle his pants, without taking his eyes off me.

While he was busy, he took his gaze off me. This is my chance, I thought. I tried to quickly get up and run without making a noise, but he was too fast.

He grabbed my throat and forcefully pushed me down slamming my head onto the floor. With his hand still around my neck, he takes out a pocket knife and positions it inside the corner of my mouth.

"Say or try to do something else, and your death will be more painful." He snickers. Tears begin to cover my sight as they fall down my cheeks.

This is the day I'm going to die.

to be continued