Chapter 16 - (1.8K Words)

"Are you going to be okay?"

You could feel the tears as they slowly dripped down your cheek. You bit your lip, and kept yourself from responding. You didn't want to answer, and then completely lose yourself in a wave of tears.

Yugyeom sighed, and looked back at the road in front of him. He kept his hands calmly on the steering wheel, and waited for you to say something. So far, this had been the quietest car ride of your life.

You carried the bag of guns while Yugyeom dragged Mark along. To avoid any suspicion from the public eye, you went through as many alleys as possible. Luckily, nobody was waiting for you in them, and no one had decided to follow you. There weren't very many people on the streets, either. It was like the part of town you were in was deserted--it was so empty.

Once you had gotten to the edge of Daegu, there had been a black SUV waiting for you. It didn't matter who left it, or how it got there, you needed to get Mark and get out of there.

Mark was in the backseat of the car, still unconscious. There was a gigantic purple bruise on his cheek, and his eyebrow was dried with blood. He looked like he had been to hell and back. It had taken both you and Yugyeom to get him into the backseat. Gravity fought back as you tried to lift him into the car.

You peeked in the rear view mirror, and looked at the limp body. The bag of guns was resting on the floor beneath him, and you had laid his jacket over his shoulders. He looked like he had been beaten to death. You felt bad, knowing he had done this to himself just to protect you.

"You were really brave back there, you know," Yugyeom said, clearing his throat. "I don't think that I could have done it any better."

A moment of silence passed between you. You moved your eyes to look down at your hands, which were gently resting in your lap.

"Thanks, I guess."

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner," Yugyeom said, taking one hand off the wheel and running it through his hair. "I was just across the street when I first saw what was going on. I ran over as quickly as I could, but then he already had you up against--"

"Yugyeom, it's okay," you said, wiping the tears away from your eyes. "You did what you could, and you saved me too. I can't thank you enough."

"That kind of thing can mess a person up. I just wanted to make sure that you were feeling okay," he said, tapping the steering wheel. "Sometimes how you feel on the inside is more important on the outside."

"Thank you Yugyeom, I'm fine," you said, turning to smile at him.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said, a quaint smile playing at his lips. "I'm just glad that nobody got too severely hurt. Mark should be fine by tomorrow morning."

"That's good."

The car was silent again. You turned your head to look out the window. You had left Daegu about five minutes ago. You gazed up towards the sky, and you could see dark puffy storm clouds starting to form.

You looked out the front windshield, and you could see a long line of clouds just off the horizon. It was going to rain, and rain hard. You were glad that it hadn't been raining while you were walking. Firstly, because you didn't want to be cold, and secondly, you were wearing a white shirt.

"Shit, we're gonna be late!"

You looked down at the clock, and you put a hand over your mouth. It was two minutes before three, and you were nowhere near where you needed to be. You heard Yugyeom mutter out a few more curses, and then you felt the car accelerate.

"Hold on tight."

* * * *

"Yugyeom, are we almost there?" You quietly asked, not wanting to break his concentration. It was now 3:14, and you were most definitely late. You were still speeding down the road. You were lucky there weren't any other cars, otherwise you might get in an accident.

Outside the car, it was raining. The raindrops were hitting the windshield as hard as they possibly could. You could hardly see the land around you now, and looking at the road was getting harder and harder. You were surprised at how good Yugyeom was dealing with driving in such a downpour.

"Yeah, it should be just around the corner," Yugyeom said, keeping his eyes on the road. He stole a couple of quick glances in all of the mirrors, and then turned left, onto a desolate country road.

It wasn't long before you could make out a grove of trees. Hidden behind the trees were two more black SUVs. You felt the car start to slow down, and you looked at Yugyeom. His face was blank as he turned into the clearing between the trees. Something didn't feel quite right to you.

Everything's going to be okay...right?

You kept quiet as he rolled the car into the clearing. He parked opposite the two other SUVs, and you both unbuckled your seatbelt. You sat there, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the glass. Yugyeom reached into the backseat and grabbed a folded up umbrella.

"(Y/N), whatever happens, Mark and I will be okay, alright?" Yugyeom said, flashing you an unusually bright smile.

"Yugyeom, what's going to happen?" You nervously asked, watching as seven different car doors opened.

"(Y/N), I am going to walk you to the center of the clearing, and then one of them will take you, okay," he said, still unnaturally calm. "No matter what you hear, you will keep walking and you will not look back, do you understand me?"

"Yugyeom, tell me what--"

"I asked if you understood me," Yugyeom barked.

"Y-yes." You shrank back against the seat.

"Good," Yugyeom said, as he opened his door. You sat and watched as seven men came to stand at the edge of the clearing, in front of the two SUVs.

Your door opened, and Yugyeom offered you his hand. He had opened the umbrella, and he was holding it over the edge of the car door, to keep you dry. His hair was already plastered to his forehead because of the rain. You let him take your hand and lead you out of the vehicle.

You slowly walked to meet the seven men at the other edge of the clearing. Yugyeom made sure to keep you under the umbrella, and you silently thanked him for it.

You stopped a good distance away from them, and waited for them to move. There was one other man that had an umbrella, and he slowly stepped forward. As he got closer, you could see that it was Jimin.

"You're late," you looked up, and you saw Namjoon leaning on the hood of one of the cars. "And you're missing Mark?"

"Mark is in the backseat," Yugyeom said, motioning with his head to the car. "I can go and fetch him if you'd like."

"Don't worry about it, I bet he'll be out here soon enough," Namjoon said, snapping his fingers. Yoongi and Jin started walking towards you. You watched as they passed by you, and headed for the car.

"Long time no see, (Y/N)," you heard Jimin's singsong voice. "Why don't you come with me, I'll take you to the car." He held out his umbrella, and you stepped underneath it. You looked at Yugyeom one last time before Jimin put his arm around you.

Jimin walked you across the clearing, and you watched as the rest of the boys went one by one to join Jin and Yoongi. The last one to leave was Namjoon, who was still resting on the side of the car. He slowly sauntered up to where you and Jimin were standing.

"Did you get hurt at all?" Namjoon scanned your figure, and you kept your eyes to the ground. He grabbed the tips of your fingers, and inspected your hands for any scrapes. He peeked over your shoulder, and made sure that none of your clothes were tattered.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not hurt," you said, desperately hoping that he wouldn't find anything.

He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, and you winced in pain. You hadn't realized it, but your shoulders hurt from when you had been slammed against the wall by G Dragon. You quickly shook his hand off, hoping he hadn't noticed anything, but it was too late.

"You shouldn't lie to me, Princess," Namjoon growled, causing you to shrink back into Jimin. "I could see the scratches on your palms and the dirt on the back of your shirt."

"Jimin, take her to the car now. We'll deal with them," Namjoon said, shoving past you," and you can deal with her however you'd like."

"Alright, then. You have fun now," Jimin said, discarding the umbrella, picking you up off of your feet and carrying you towards the car.

"Put me down!" You yelled as you hit Jimin's back with your fists. You kicked your legs around, and tried to wriggle away from him. You weren't getting anywhere, but you didn't give up. You had to get away from him somehow.

"Relax and enjoy the show for a second," Jimin laughed. "It's going to be over fairly soon."

You whipped your head back, and you saw Mark and Yugyeom down on their knees. Mark was coughing up something dark red. You watched in terror as the six men began closing in on them. You started struggling harder, and you could feel yourself start to slide out of Jimin's grip. He was having a hard time controlling you now, but you still couldn't get away from him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

You threw your head down, and bit his earlobe as hard as you could. All of a sudden, you were falling. Jimin's hands flew up to where you had bit him, and he stumbled back in the opposite direction. You landed a mud puddle, and mud splashed everywhere, covering you. But that didn't matter now, you were free from Jimin.

You immediately picked yourself up, and you ran towards the circle of men. The world around you seemed to slow down. You watched as Namjoon and Jin each pulled a gun from their coats. You ran as fast as you could. You could see Namjoon's lips moving, and you could tell he was saying something. You could feel the rain beating against your face. You watched as their fingers moved towards the triggers.

You broke through the circle, and you felt like your skin was being ripped apart. All the strength left your body, and you fell to the ground.