all mine | pjm

f o r t y - t h r e e

But you're not.

You're going home to a house that could potentially have very dangerous men surrounding it.

You have a giant gash on your back from being handled like a rag by someone who kidnapped you in this exact station.

You are a target for possibly tens of mafias

You have been betrayed by seven men you gave your heart to, the heart that has been left with bandages and bruises, neglected and abused over and over again.

You wipe the tears under your eyes and take a sip of your coffee, looking at your cracked phone that Jungkook had found after you got taken.

Your mother got you this phone for your eighteenth. You shake your head, your anger riling up again.

"Y/N?" you hear a very familiar voice and look up instantly, all alarms in your head already blaring.

Jungkook is wearing all black, his face hidden under a mask and hood, making you uncomfortable, and you stand up right away, but he holds your wrist.

"Sit, please." he says.

"Don't touch me." you yank your hand out of his grip.

"I have to talk to you."

You laugh, "I don't care." and you push past him, walking away, but when you feel him following, you begin to walk faster, looking at your phone quickly for the time.

You have to stay away from him for forty minutes, fuck.

You stop when you feel you've walked far enough and look back to see him gone.

Your breathing is slightly heavier, but you refrain from panicking, because it would only make this worse.

You lean against a wall to try to relax but you immediately see the exact black figure right across you, but you notice the eyes under the mask, Yoongi.

"Oh, fuck." you mutter under your breath and begin to walk away, this time borderline jogging.

You grab onto your bag tightly as you speed-walk through the people, realizing you'll need to turn around at some point or you'll be too far from the Busan train's stop.

You look back for too long because when you turn back around you hit a large frame, looking up quickly to apologize when you recognize the eyes.

Jimin holds on to your wrist and practically pulls you behind a wall.

"Jimin, I will fucking scream, I swear to God I will scream." you say through gritted teeth and he pulls down his mask.

"You need to listen."

"No, fuck you! I do not care if I'm not safe, or if I need to stay with you until you got this under fucking control, you need to leave me alone. Get the fuck away from me, far away!" you yell and he places his leather-gloved hand over your mouth.

"I know, it's all the same, but it isn't over, it's still fatal for you." he quickly tries to tell you.

You push him away hard, hard enough for him to drop his hands from your mouth, "Go away, I can't even look at you without losing it, Jimin, I would rather walk into deaths door than spend another hour with any of you. I am not yours to worry for anymore, go away." you grab your bag off the floor and lightly run back.

You hear the loud blare of one of the leaving train go off, cutting out any noise at all , and you feel hands wrap around your waist and pick you up and your placed over Jimin's shoulders in matter of seconds.

You start to scream as soon you comprehend what's happening, but the sound of the train is so loud no one bats an eye, he did this on purpose.

He quickly runs through a near exit door before the sound stops and starts to run down the stairs.