🔫 BULLET (request) 🔫

Requested by: lexiheartfillia17

After the incident relating to the threats made towards jimin I was quite scared. I mean who wouldn't be. And having such threats towards your family instantly makes you like a mother hen. And now after jimin's threats stopped now it's turned to our hobi.

Hobi has been getting threats for quite a few days. And the girl who has done this has said that are frnds were just joking and she asks for apology from their behalf. But I don't believe shit from them. Cuz it didn't held any single sliver of apology on the text.

If u read a msg of apology even through ph, If the apologies are sincere you could feel that they are deeply sorry. But I didn't even feel any type of apology come from this msg. It didn't contain any apology.

I did show this "apology" msg to Pd Nim. But he still told me to stay safe and held a meeting, where he told us to keep our guards up, cuz he told that this "anon" will attack hoseok on a concert.

After the meeting was done. Hoseok pulled me away from the guys and took me to his room. He and I both sat down on his bed and he held my hand in his. I could see fear etched in his eyes. He maybe the happiest and most bubbliest member of our group but he gets scared from threats. He fears that he'll be really killed. He didn't say anything just held my hand and sat in front of me looking at our hands in eachother, as if it was his last time looking at our hands on each other holding mine tightly in his. As if getting the feel of my soft small hands in his big rough ones.

Today we have a concert and were all in backstage getting ready,

The boys were also sitting here and there playing on their phones or talking to each other. O. The other hand I was looking at the mirror on front of me and praying that everything goes smoothly and nothing happens to j-hope.

"You're up in 15, get ready" a voice from outside the door said. We all stood up and stretched a bit and put our phones away. I took a swing of water and started to clam my nerves. Ok let's do this.

Protect hobi

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Hobi was singing his part...

Her hair, body, waist, legs, even her other unspeakable parts
Saying I don't care would be ridiculous as a guy
I lose it just at her tiniest gestures
Girl, your temptations keep me away from my computer every night
For her, it's lady first
Girls are like cold ice mountains? Let it go
A female that drives me crazy, provoking me every day
After fighting my hormones again today, I'll pop my pimple

I was beside him dancing when I pushed hobi away and he feel down and so did I. I clutched my arm in pain. The song stopped, and the whole area was silent. I could hear the boys were talking but I couldn't hear anything clearly. I looked down at my arm and saw blood running down my arm and pooling down on the stage below. I let out a shrill scream and rear started to come out my eyes.....I felt as if my arms was ripped out.

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I was currently getting my bullet our from my arm, my other arm was grabbed in a right grip from hobi, tears were trailing down his cheeks silently. I moved my good arm and smudged the tears away from his face and smiled at him and winced as the bullet got from my wound, he gave me back a sad smile and immediately with my since his face confronted with pain.

My hand was bandaged and I was given pain killers for me to ease my pain. A officer came and told that the girl was caught and she would be taken to the station for further questioning.

Still a bit drowsy, I walked out on the stage with slight support from Namjoon, a fair was given to me and a mic. I sat down and started to talk with the ARMY's.

"Minasa, mianhae. I'm sorry for ruining your concert. I promise when I get well, I promise only the boys will be doing a performance without me as an apology for ruining your concert" I said in the mic.

The whole arena roared with words "ommo, please one at a time I can't understand you all talking at once, please you in the first row in a white top and Mickey mouse ears. Can anyone hand her a mic for her to speak" I said and a staff member went and handed her a mic.

"We don't need any performance from the boys without you. We're all glad you're okay (y/n) when you are all good please come back and have another concert we'll gladly be here again and this time we'll be here to protect you all" the girl said and the whole arena yelled in approval.

My eyes started to water and I placed my palm on top of my mouth to control myself and not cry "wae??? Wae??? Neo wae neomu gwiyeowo?" (Why are you all so cute?)

After talking with ARMY's a lot and pestering the boys to complete the concert, after lots of aegyo....the boys completed the concert and the army's went home with a last "get well soon (y/n)" yelling.

We also went home and I was wearing a lose top as the doctor told me to get out of my outfit. We all sat down on the sofa and some on the ground. Jin went to bring all of us food and by food we mean ramyeon or ramen.

Since I couldn't move me right arm, Jin fed me. And at last hobi started to cry. Like real crying with tears streaming down his face and hiccuping. I quickly moved and sat in his lap and put my good arm around his neck hugging him close. And saying soft comfortable words in his ears to make Jin realise that I'm still here with them, with him.

"It's okay hobi, I'm here" I said "I was so scared (y/n) I thought I lost you, please don't leave me" he said wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his face in the crook of my neck "I'm not going anywhere silly, now stop crying I want to see my happy hobi, and sat your ramen before it gets cold" I said and wiped away his tears and kissed his cheek.

"(Y/n) I'm also hurt kiss me also" jimin said and came close to me with his cheek towards me, I lightly slapped his cheeks "yah go and watch your ramen"

Hope u like it❤️❤️

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These death threats that hobi is receiving, is making me wonder, does this people has no other work to do.
Like don't do they have schools or work to do rather than "throwing" death threats at some hardworking individual.

-Megan XOXO

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