ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ| Jikook

22

“He comes with me!”Jisung’s father barked, his hands shaking, wrapped around his rifle. I knew he was drunk when he first came up the drive. Boxer started flipping out, Daisy ran around in circles, and Hen was hissing like nobody’s business. Thankfully, Jisung listened when I told him to run away and hide.

I still wasn’t sure what the fuck this man wanted, but nothing about this was good. Nothing.

“He’s not here,” I repeated the lie for the fifth time. I just needed him to leave so I could call for help. I hated the idea that Sheriff Mark was my beacon of hope, but I didn’t have any other options. I tried calling Doc’s number as soon as this guy got here, but he never answered.

I’d envisioned him so many times as I worried about what was happening at their house. I pictured him as an older Jisung with cold eyes and a haggard appearance. Standing before me was a man with zero resemblance to the boy, his hair a deep red and his eyes were cold and blue unlike Jisung’s rich brown.

I’d nailed the haggard part. He had been drinking for enough years that his nose had that bluish tinge that announced his addiction for all to see.

“That shit dog of his is here,” he barked at me and the dog barked back.

“Boxer, go.” By some miracle, he did as he was told. I just hoped he wasn’t going straight to Jisung. I had two people to keep safe, and leading the asshole to the one would be far from helpful.

“Good. Let that mutt get that bastard.” The man’s finger settled on the trigger for the first time since he arrived.

“If he shows up, I’ll send him home.” I took a tiny step to the side. I’d been doing that as often as I could, hoping to get some cover by my car if it came to that. Not that it would help for long. He had a gun, and I had nothing except my need to protect Jisung and my baby.

“I’m not leaving without him. Ten years.” Spit flew from his mouth with every word. “Ten years I’ve been dealing with that little shit, and he’s not even—” His rant was cut off by the sound of a car coming up the drive. Not just a car. Jungkook’s car.

Jungkook was here.

No, no, no, no, no! Too many people were already in danger. I didn’t need to add another one.

He slowed down as he approached the house only to speed up again when Jisung’s father turned to face him, raising his gun. The click of the trigger made me act without thinking. I lunged at the man in an attempt to stop him from shooting Jungkook. Unfortunately, I tripped over Daisy and landed flat on my face as the car screeched to a halt. The gun went off and a storm of cursing ensued.

So much cursing.

By the time I got up, Jungkook was out of the car and the man was on the ground with Jungkook’s foot on him. Thankfully, the gun was in Jungkook’s hand.

Jungkook saved us.

“Tell me you’re okay,” Jungkook yelled out to me as I pushed myself up on my knees.

I wasn’t okay. My face was wet with what I suspected to be blood, my left eye was not fully opening, and my knee was on fire. But given all that could’ve happened, I was better than I might’ve been.