?MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ? || JIKOOK ?

31.

Also, he had literally no personality.

If Jimin had begged for me to have a bodyguard or what
ever the cops called it, same difference couldn't he at least have been entertaining?

No, this guy was with professional, a capital B
for boring.

He was stiff as a board,
never cracked a smile and impossible to engage in
human conversation.

I'd tried.

I never said one word of complaint to Jimin.

That was the worst thing
about all of this, I couldn't
be mad at him.

I was but I couldn't be.

He was doing all of this for
me, because he cared.

But I worried.

No matter how irrational my resentment and anger, would
I be able to suppress it for
long enough?

Even if Jimin and I both
survived this case, survived Jiwoo's threats, would our relationship survive?

What would outlast the
other?

Jiwoo's running or our love?

I was afraid of the answer.

I was losing hope in our team winning and it scared me.

I was having lunch between classes at school when my
phone rang.

I didn't check the caller
ID, I don't know why because since this whole thing had
begun I'd been checking to
make sure it was someone I actually wanted to talk to.

But this time I didn't.

This time I just picked up
the phone, expecting Jimin.

He'd been checking on me
even more recently, clearly as worried as I was about our relationship surviving this case.

"Hey." I started, when I was
cut off by a rough voice.

"Listen carefully." the man on
the other end of the line said.

He spoke in a commanding
voice but slowly, as if he had
all the time in the world
and he had no problem
taking all of yours too.

"You have twenty-four hours
to tell your man, to back
off his case, otherwise you
will end up just like Jared."

"Twenty-four hours for Jimin
to back the fuck off."

"Is that understood?"

The man didn't even give me enough time to answer or begin to form a response, before I heard a click and he was gone.

I looked around for my bodyguard, for once happy
to see him lingering behind
me like a creepy shadow.

Nothing could be scarier
than that voice still ringing
in my head, though.

I could feel it, my own death coming closer towards me,
like a car crash in slow motion.

It might sound dramatic
but I'd never been as close
to death as I'd been the last
few months and hearing the voice of the man who was threatening me, one of them, since I doubted Jiwoo would
have called me himself
brought it to life in a way
it hadn't before.

My bodyguard came closer, seeming to sense that
something was wrong.

My hands shook, hell, my
whole body was vibrating,
trying desperately to find somewhere to put all the adrenaline that had kicked in when I'd heard that voice.