I Need You - Jikook

-2-

The guy stood on the second bar and sighed looking down.

‘I can do this. I have to end this cursed life.’ The guy mumbled and closed his eyes.

He then let go of one of his hands. After taking a deep breath, he let go of his other hand too.

But soon he felt someone grasping tightly onto one of his hands.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!!” he yelled.

“No way.” Jungkook said panting cause of the speed with which he ran to catch the guy.

“Why are you doing this? Let go of me!!”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, instead, he pulled the guy up. Thankfully, his daily workout and the lightweight of the guy, helped him pull the guy up easily. Both of them fell on the pavement, panting.

The guy stared at him after getting up and started walking in the opposite direction. Jungkook quickly got up and caught his hand again.

“What?” The guy pulled his hand back harshly. 

“I don’t feel good leaving you alone,” Jungkook said to which the guy scoffed.

“Taxi!!” Jungkook stopped a taxi and opened the door for the guy, motioning him to get in.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” The guy said.

“Nope. Now get in. You're coming with me.”

“And what if I don’t want to. See. None of my family gives a shit about me. So I don’t want a mere stranger to care about me.”

Jungkook tsked and pulled the guy inside the taxi.

“Is there an issue here?” the taxi driver asked sensing the tension between the both of them.

“No. There is no issue.” Jungkook replied, irritated with the driver's interrogations.

“Do you know him?” the driver asked the guy.

“Yes. He's my boyfriend. And we are deciding if we should fuck in your taxi. Why? Do you have a problem? Shut up and drive you bastard.” Jungkook spat back and shut the driver’s mouth.

“What the fuck is your problem?” The guy asked him but Jungkook didn’t answer him instead he was staring at the passport in his hand.

‘An American passport?’ he thought.

“What's your name?”  Jungkook asked.

“Pfft!! Like I'm gonna tell you.”

“Fine don't tell me.” Jungkook said as he snatched the passport from his hand.

“Park Jimin.” He readout.