Tomorrow Again | PJM ✔️

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A/N: if you ever find yourself in a dangerous situation like this one, please take the events that follow as advice on what to do! The weakest points in the body are eyes, throat and groin. With that, enjoy the rest of the story and don't forget to vote!

HYOJIN POV

1105pm

"Whenever something doesn't feel right, do what you need to immediately. You're a smart girl, my beautiful Hyojinnie. I know you'll take care of yourself. If ever you find yourself in danger, just know I'll send someone to you when I can't come myself."

I hope you're right, dad.

As soon as I saw Iseul's car, I took my phone out and texted the only person I could think of. 

Jimin. Gyeongju Library. Something's wrong. Come quick.

I slyly put my phone back in my winter coat and faced him with a smile. As I got in the car, I held the door lock open the whole ride so should he try to use the master lock it won't lock my doorside.

Present 

1130pm

"Where do you think you're going, babe?"

"What.. what do you want from me," I assert, trying my best not to give away how much I'm shaking.

Iseul sighs sarcastically. His whole aura is so sinister it makes me feel physically nauseous.

"You know, Hyojin. You don't need to keep up with that uptight act anymore. No one's around us." Huh?

He turns to look at me, smile completely distorted.

"I know your type, babe. You act like such a tough nut when really, you're just begging for it. Your hard-to-get game really works on me, you know that? It's such a turn on. Don't tell me you didn't want this to happen."

He suddenly grabs my thigh harshly and the urge to puke rises high in my throat. All alerts go off in me and I punch him in the throat, feeling his adam's apple almost get smashed in. He lets go of me and holds his neck, now gagging and gasping for air. I take this opportunity to open the car door and start running.

This feels like an absolute nightmare. I can't even run properly. My legs feel like jelly, my movements feel lethargic and my vision is fragmented from the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I feel so helpless. So weak. I hate it. I hear him coughing and taking heavy footsteps towards me. My heart rises to my throat and I let out a whimper. I look around me desperately hoping someone would help, but I see no one.

Jimin, where are you... I need you...

As I'm distracted for a second I crash into a metal trash can, tumbling over it and scraping against the bumpy road. I'm so afraid that I don't feel my limbs move. I'm frozen on the floor, scratched and bleeding. And he knows where I am, the trash can was so fucking loud. Doing the only thing I can think of, I cower. I put my hands to my ears in an attempt to stop hearing my heartbeat so loud. 

"Please, leave me alone..." I stutter out, watching his figure move closer to mine. My eyes are glued to his and I can't look away. This time I see him holding something in his arm– a baseball bat.