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The psychopathic man, also known as Yoongi's older brother, started running after the two who were on the run from him.

It was going well until the man whipped out a 357 Magnum out of his pocket. He flaunted his dangerous weapon, resting his finger on the trigger as he aimed at the two running in the distance.

''Who should I aim for, hm?'' he muttered under his breath, his eyes locked on Yoora's running form becoming smaller and smaller.

Before he could aim at her, he stupidly pulled the trigger, firing at a tree, the bullet going straight through the wood, sending splinters flying everywhere.

He cursed under his breath. He got so excited he didn't realise he pulled the trigger. The plan was ruined as the two turned around, their eyes landing on the gun in the man's hands, smoke emitting from the barrel of the weapon.

''Why are you running from me?'' he yelled as he picked up his pace, holding up his gun.

Yoongi panicked as he grabbed Yoora's hand and sprinted as fast as he could.

''Fucking crazy bastard!'' Yoongi muttered breathlessly as he turned the corner, dragging a worn out Yoora along with him.

''Thank god I wore sneakers and not high heels,'' Yoora thought, momentarily forgetting about the stalker who's also apparently a serial killer chasing them with a gun.

Yoongi picked up the pace despite Yoora who was slowing him down as she didn't have much stamina left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a high fence, behind the fence was a park filled with tall trees and bushes, a great hiding place.

''Perfect,'' he whispered, running straight at the fence. Luckily, against the fence stood a huge trash can.

Yoongi pushed Yoora onto the trash can, urging her to quickly jump over the fence.

Yoora was trembling furiously, carefully placing a leg over the fence and another, she fell onto the grass and lost her balance, landing on her ankle. She covered her mouth as she let out a muffled scream, she felt a burning sensation in her ankle.

''Crap, shit, hold on Yoora,'' Yoongi exclaimed as he jumped onto the trash can and quickly hopped over the fence, being careful as to land on his two feet.

Yoongi was absolutely frantic, his brother could come at any moment and shoot them with no hesitation, but he saw that Yoora was in no condition to stand up.

With the help of quick thinking, he placed one of his arms under her legs and another around her torso, picking her up bridal style. He wasted no time, running into the woods, their silhouettes disappearing behind the tall shadows of the trees.

''Fuck, I lost them,'' the man grunted as he stopped running, glancing around for any sign of the two.

He slid the gun into his pocket and with a sigh continued to walk, humming to himself as he laced his hands and placed them behind his back.

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Both of their heartbeats sped up rapidly as Yoongi held onto Yoora, making sure she wouldn't fall or slip from his grasp. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt his hands becoming wet, glancing at Yoora he noticed the open wound on her neck, blood oozing down her neck and onto Yoongi's hands.

He carefully placed Yoora on the ground. He looked around, making sure it was safe and kneeled down on the ground next to her, feeling panic take over him as the bleeding wouldn't stop.

Yoongi grabbed his shirt and ripped it, taking a long piece of fabric and pressing it to the wound. He didn't know what he was doing, he was beyond hysterical as he laid his eyes on her bloody knees.

''Fuck, Yoora, you're bleeding everywhere,'' he said softly, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Yoora felt her energy depleting rapidly, her heavy eyelids struggling to keep open, she couldn't stand the expression on Yoongi's face.

She glanced at his stricken face, contorted with worry as he fumbled with his shirt, attempting to rip it even further before she grabbed his wrist.

''Leave it, I'll be fine,'' she mumbled, not being able to keep her eye open anymore she gently closed them, she was greeted by complete darkness.

''Yoora,'' he whispered softly, caressing her wet cheek.

''Why didn't you tell me about the stalker?'' he questioned.

Yoora, despite having her eyes closed, could picture the look on his face vividly. Eyes wide, bangs messily covering them, his lips curved into a frown.

''I wanted to, I really did...'' she trailed off, finding it hard to speak.

Her throat was dry and sore, her head felt as if it was split in two, not only that but her ankle wouldn't stop throbbing. Her whole body screamed in pain while she remained silent.

''Why couldn't you?''

Yoora held back a gulp.

''He threathened to hurt you and the rest,'' she mumbled, feeling tears roll down her cheek.

Yoongi wiped them away as he stared at her, his face softening at the visible pain etched onto her face.

''That fucking bastard,'' he growled.

''That fucking bastard who's apparently your brother,'' she said.

Yoongi took his hand away from her face, bringing it up to his forehead to wipe away the sweat beads.

''I'll tell you all about my family, but not now, okay? We need to get you to a hospital first,'' he said as he stared at the blood soaked fabric on Yoora's neck.

Yoora slowly felt her conscious slipping, but mentally begged to stay awake, she had so much to say.

But she didn't have the energy.

''Don't you,'' she started, pausing to catch her breath. ''Have someone to get back to?''

Yoongi looked at her with a puzzled expression before realising who she was referring to.

''If you mean Jisoo, then no, whatever you saw, it wasn't real. She threatened to leak your nudes if I didn't obey her, I'm so fucking sorry Yoora,'' he explained, squeezing her hand gently.

Yoora let out a sigh of relief.

''Good riddance," she started, feeling even weaker and weaker within every passing second.

"You're stupid, you know? You should've told me,'' she muttered.

Yoongi rubbed her hand in circular motions, "That kiss, that kiss meant nothing,'' he spoke softly.

Yoora squeezed his hand reassuringly.

''I believe you,'' she whispered before succumbing into unconsciousness.

He felt her grip loosen and shook her by her shoulders gently.

''Fuck! Yoora, please don't die on me,'' he frantically yelled, continuing to lightly shake her, tears cascading down his cheeks.

''You can't die on me, please, I love you, don't leave me.''

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