Killer Cruise

Chapter 27

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"HOPE!" A deep voice rasped, I sat up abruptly, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes.

A lean man, fatigue in each step as he dragged his feet, dark eyebags and pale lips, making it look as if he hasn't slept in days trudged in with Jimin behind him.

He waved weakly, while Jimin hovered behind him, his eyebags no better, but his arms outstretched ready to catch the leaner man.

Both their tired eyes landed on Taehyungs sleeping figure, life flowed back into the them like a tsunami, leaving not even a trace of lethargy from before.

Their steps grew lighter as they eagerly made their way here, asking all sorts of questions in their native language, all answered by a calm looking Yoongi.

Jimin dropped to his knees beside Taehyung, holding his hand.

My eyes wandered to the clock, 4a.m? Taehyungs still out of it? It's been more than 6 hours, he's still breathing ...should I get those medics?

My thoughts slurred and blurred in my head, barely forming a feasible plan.

Two palms plant themselves onto either side of my face, practically cupping my cheeks. The lean man stood before me, nothing but absolute pure joy radiated off him, warming my heart by just looking, a wide heart-shaped smile, so perfect I nearly went blind. In the same second a big fat kiss is planted on both my cheeks then my forehead, nose and before his lips could smack onto mine I sucked my own in, hiding them.

He seemed to gain awareness of his actions, pulling his head away, speaking a mile a minute. English or Korean? I had absolutely no clue except I think he might've been apologising.

A foot pushed itself in the space between the kiss assailant and I, weakly kicking apart our shins. Taehyungs foot, his eyes small, puffy slits as he looked our way.

Oh thank goodness he's not dead.

The kiss assailant dropped his hold on my face, errupting into a light feathery laughter as he spoke to Taehyung.

Jimin hoped into bed beside Taehyung...wait a minute where's Jungkook. Looking around, Namjoon isn't here too. 

"Jungkook and Namjoon went to Jin hyung," Yoongi mumbled, throwing a glance my way before mumbling something else and shuffling into the other room. Jimin snuggled up to Taehyung, throwing a leg over him protectively.

Every rustle and creak caused Jimin to flinch, his arms up and ready to attack, gaze immediately darting to the vent.

Knock. Knock.

The air in the room stilled, Jimin's body tensed up we both turned to the door. Judging from how Jimin immediately held and arm out in front of Taehyung, I doubt we're expecting Namjoon or Jungkook.

Knock. Knock.

After a few steps I'm halted by two arms grabbing tightly onto my shoulder, Jimin stepping into view, his hair fluffed up and off his forehead. Dread radiating off him but his features were still, nudging his chin at Taehyung, he proceeded to walk to the door. 

Arming himself with a tissue box, he whips the door open, revealing ... Lorraine Lee and Noah behind her with a big ugly bruised up eye.

"Jimin wait!" I yelped, jogging up to him and taking away the tissue box before he hit them.

I slipped between him and a rather surprised Lorraine and Noah. Jimin, from what I've gathered so far has been nothing other than cute and cuddly, this side with his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed in on them ...it admittedly scares me a little.