Her Private Life [PJM]

Jimin

My eyes widen with fear and bewilderment as I look at the female, who has her arms wrapped around me tightly, the proximity drowning out every sound around us. Time seems to slow down to an unnaturally slow pace and I watch it all unfold with my eyes wide and breath hitched.

 Her eyes are shut tightly, features twisted in pain but even as we fall to the ground, never once does she loosens her grip on me. As if possessed, I can't seem to take my eyes off of the woman, whose hair fall loosely out of her classic sleek ponytail. 

I swear she's gotten prettier from the last time I saw her. 

She slowly opens her eyes and mumbles in an airy voice, "Are you okay?"

I let go of the breath I had been holding unintentionally and gather the courage to nod, to which she flashes a faint smile and I watch her eyes roll back to her head.

I'm not exactly sure how the rest of events occurred but I vaguely remember being picked by one of the buffier bodyguards and get shoved into our vans with the other members. I couldn't see after they separated us to take me to safety and her to the hospital.

I distinctly remember the members hugging me tightly and whispering words of encouragement, sympathy evident in their voice. All of their words soothe the storm brewing inside of me, but not quite eliminating it, for all I have are thoughts of fear and anxiety, repeating on my mind like a broken record.

Even after getting back to the shared apartment, I quietly lock myself inside my room. The members leaving me alone, knowing very well that I need time of my own to heal. 

On the way back, We got a call from Bang PD, reassuring us (mostly me) that he'll sort everything out and until then none of us is to go out or contact the outside world in any form. Our families would be notified soon of this and we'll be given more security than ever so we're not to worry about anything else except our health.

In simpler terms, We all are going to live as prisoners in our home for who knows how long and without even knowing why this all happened in the first place. Well, We do know that someone is trying to kill us, particularly me, but we don't know the motive. 

But what bothers me is that I'm supposed to be scared for my life, I'm supposed to feel sorry towards my members for trapping them in this situation with me, and I am, I really am... but for some reason those teary-red eyes and that weak but smile of genuine relief even in that state doesn't leave my head for even a nano second.

Just thinking about her tight grip around my falling body as if I were someone precious to her sends a tingling sensation within me, with constant thoughts of "Is she gonna be okay?"  and "She didn't die, right?" revolving inside my mind.

I seem to lose track of time, for when I look at my phone, I find that it's a little past midnight. Neither hunger nor sleep comes to me, I just lay awake on my bed like a lifeless soul without any purpose in this world. 

My thoughts have gradually changed with the time spent overthinking. They started out with 'I hope she's alive' and now all I can think about is how someone in this world hated me to the point that they decided that it was okay for them to take my life.

Being an Idol has it's benefits, sure. But one cannot absolutely ignore this aspect of celebrity life: Haters. They go to any extent to show their hate towards you and in my case, they used a bullet to convey the message. Loud and clear.

 However, someone else got hurt in order to protect me, and I saw all of it happen with my own eyes. 

I spring out of the bed in an instant with a firm determination. I pull out a black cap and mask out of my dresser, trading the fancy white silk shirt for a plain black cotton one. I keep the black jeans on and throw on a jacket on top, making sure I've taken all the make up off to not attract any sort of attention towards me.

Sneaking out of my room quietly, I peek through the hallway for any sign of the members. When I don't see or hear anyone, I tip-toe my way through the apartment door to get out. The whole apartment has an eerie silence in it which just fuels the raging storm within me. 

The once lively apartment feels haunted now, the usual cheerfulness nowhere to be found.

I heave out a sigh as I lock the doors behind, right after leaving a short text to Yoongi hyung, knowing he's the only one who won't go ballistic at my absence.

"I'm safe hyung, Don't worry too much about me. Will be back soon, I promise."

Despite having no clue about my destination or the means to even go somewhere, I take quick steps out of the building and with a heart of stone, I set out on my own to find some answers. 

After dodging the intense paparazzi and news TV vans, I finally find my way to the hospital where my bodyguard has been "supposedly" admitted. My source being the media outlets and articles covering this incident like crazy. 

It's currently 1:30 a.m at night as I pay for the cab, and swallow back a nerve after setting foot on the pavement on which the taxi was parked a few seconds ago. I stride nervously towards the hospital, keeping my head low and trying my best to blend in with the crowd.

Not knowing where to go from now on, I decide that it's better if I just ask about the room number from the receptionist. As soon as I start walking towards the white counter, I notice Sejin hyung, our manager, coming in through the main entrance with packets of subway takeouts clutched in his muscular arms.

My first instinct is to turn around, duck and hide. But when I notice him walking towards a particular direction from my peripheral vision, my steps follow his on their own. Keeping a safe distance between us, I follow him to a hallway at the very end, where he greets a few staff that I recognize and hands them out their late dinner.

They're all seated on the hospital benches a few steps away from the room with a door that holds a name card with "Ms. Jung" written over it. Everyone gets so caught up in the whole sub-handing out chaos that no one notices me sneak into the dark room with moonlight as the only source of light.

My breath gets caught up in the air as I turn around to look at a pair of dark orbs staring intimidatingly at me, her features shining ethereally with the moon.

"Sir?"