After a few days of relaxing, the boys finally start school again. It's currently Wednesday morning and their house is busy and bustling. 

"Can you pass me my bag?" 

"Where's my lunch?"

"Has anyone seen my Biology book?"

"Where the hell are my music notes!?"

"Namjoon! Where did you put my art supplies?" 

Jimin simply sits on the stairs, bag on back, watching everyone run around the house. He picks up his half eaten breakfast sandwich off his leg, taking a bite, finding amusement in the show displayed in front of him.

"We're going to be late." Jimin states, looking at his watch, knowing they have to leave now. The elders start freaking out more, moving faster than they were. Eventually, they found everything they needed and whipped out the door. Making it to school five minutes faster that day, they arrive at their usual time. 

Everyone goes to their respected classes, knowing they have tons of work to catch up on. 

"Jimin?" The teacher does roll call. 

"Here." Jimin replies, raising his hand for the first time in 3 weeks. 

"Welcome back, how was your trip?" The teacher asks happily. 

"Good." Jimin shrugs, not exactly wanting to re visit the heartbreak of leaving his home. The teacher continues roll call, starting the class. Jimin will definitely have to catch up on work, gross. 

Second period rolls around and as Jimin enters the class, he looks to a group of kids surrounding a phone. 

"What are you guys looking at?" He asks, looking at the new article displayed on the phone. 

"Didn't you hear? The shooter has been spotted near our school." A girl informs, showing Jimin the article. 

"What shooter? I've been gone for a few weeks." Jimin asks confused. 

"2 weeks ago, a man shot up a school. He's been getting closer this way, saying our school is his main, and final target." The girl explains, fear written all over her face. 

"Now he's here?" Jimin frowns. The girl nods her head. 

"He's in our town. I wouldn't be surprised if we have a lockdown." The girl's friend pipes in. Before Jimin could say another word, the teacher comes in, demanding everyone to sit down. Questions rack Jimin's brain. 

Do the teachers know he's near? 

Are they going to do anything? 

What's going to happen?

The class passes, Jimin's mind speeding through question after question. Doubt after doubt.  He was pulled out of his mind when he heard the bell ring, signaling that second was over and that third was starting. 

"It'll be okay. You'll go to third, Jungkook is in that class. You'll continue class like normal, hating Math like you do all the time with him. Then lunch will start and everything will be a-okay." Jimin mumbles to himself as he makes his journey from one end of the school to the other. As he walks the halls to the class, he sees Jungkook standing outside the door, waiting for him. 

"Hey Jimin." Jungkook smiles once he locks eyes on his younger friend. 

"Hey Kookie." Jimin smiles back. Both of them make their way into the class and to the back of the class where they usually sit. 

"How has your morning been?" Jungkook asks, pulling out his Math notebook. 

"Good i guess, I have lots of work to catch up on." Jimin sighs, pulling out his own Math book. 

"Man same here. I'm never leaving for 3 weeks again." Jungkook chuckles, opening to a fresh page and waiting for the teacher to walk in. 

"Hey, have you heard about the shooter?" Jimin finds himself asking out of no where. This surprised Jungkook, the older looking at the younger for a second before shrugging. 

"Yeah, I've heard about him. He's apparently coming to our school or whatever. I doubt he'll make it far though. The police are all over his whereabouts." Jungkook explains casually. This puts Jimin's mind a little at ease.

"Okay... good." He mumbles. 

"Why? Are you scared?" Jungkook asks, seeing the teacher walk in. 

"No, I just don't have good experiences with school shooters." Jimin shrugs. The teacher starts the class, shutting the two up for a while as she explains the lesson. Before they could start their work, a knock on the door interrupts her sentence. She excuses herself, opening the door to see one of the vice principals. They exchange words, covering their mouths with a folder, making every student all the more curious to what's going on. The vice-principal leaves, closing the door behind him, allowing the math teacher to go back to teaching. Yet, this doesn't settle well with the eagerly curious students, especially Jimin. 

As they start to work, the constant questions rolling through Jimin's head like bowling balls gives him a slight headache. He raises his hand, earning the attention of Jungkook. 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook whispers, not wanting to disturb anyone else's learning. 

"I have a small headache, there's advil in my bag. I'm just going to go get it." Jimin informs. The teacher walks over, leaning down to hear Jimin. 

"Can I go get advil from my bag? I have a headache." Jimin adds in a pout, hoping it raises his chances of getting that damn advil. The teacher thankfully allows him to leave. But, watching Jimin leave the class, gives Jungkook an unsettling feeling in his stomach. 

Racing to his locker and grabbing advil from his spare bag, he walks to the fountain not far from the bathroom. He pops the pill into his mouth, taking a few sips from the fountain and swallowing it down. He leans back against the wall next to the fountain. 

"Just a few more minutes and I'll go back to class." He sighs out to himself. The quiet surrounds him, but not for long as the bell rings, signaling lunch has started. He let's out a groan of frustration, leaning up off the wall, seeing everyone leave their classes. 

Yet, just as he takes a step, he hears something loud. Something that has everyone screaming, something that has everyone running away in fear. 

A gun shot. 

It's not until someone bumps into him that he realizes the shooter is inside the school. He shot someone. Jimin quickly looks around and sees the bathroom. Remembering from elementary and middle school, if you're not in or near a class, hide in the bathroom. He bolts his way over to the bathroom, shutting the heavy door behind him and locking it. He slams open a stall, turning around and locking it, then standing up on the toilet seat. Thankfully, he's short enough to stand straight up and his head isn't seen. He can hear the stomping of feet outside the bathroom, the screams of a few people, probably seeing the body of the shot person. 

He can hear the heavy breathing of the other people in the bathroom. A few seconds later and everything is silent. The only sound being the drip drop of a broken tap. 

"Is everyone okay?" Someone whispers from the stall next to him. 

"Yes." Jimin whispers back, as well as another person a stall on his other side. 

"Good." The person sighs, sounding oddly familiar. 
. . .

A few minutes after Jimin left. 

Jungkook frowns, knowing something doesn't feel right. He quickly texts his brothers to meet him at four corners. Minutes later, all six of them are standing there.

"Namjoon, why do you have a toy sword?" Hoseok asks, inspecting the large, shiny piece of metal. 

"It's not a toy, it's a real sword. And don't blame me, I just got pulled out of a History lesson." Namjoon rolls his eyes. 

"Anyways, what's up Jungkook?" Jin cuts them off before they can start bickering. 

"Something just feels off. Jimin went to get advil from his bag a few minutes ago, but something just isn't right." Jungkook frowns, looking down the halls for teachers. 

"Something isn't right with Jimin?" Yoongi asks, not understanding. 

"No, something isn't right in general. I just don't know what it is." He sighs.

"Well maybe-" Taehyung cuts himself off when he sees a figure in front of them, holding his arm out, an object in his hand. The others look in the direction Taehyung is, their breathes hitching. 

"Oh my god." Hoseok whispers, grabbing onto Jungkook quickly and bringing him next to his side. 

"Get on the ground." The figure says, dressed in black.

"We don't want any trouble." Jin puts his arms up in surrender. 

"I said, on the ground." The figure now points his gun directly at Jin, taking a step forwards. 

"Get out of here." Namjoon whispers to the others. They look at Namjoon like he's a mad man. Yet in this case, he is being a fucking mad man. 

"I said get out of here. Go find Jimin." Namjoon whispers harsher, taking a step towards the man wielding the object of death. 

"But Namjoon." Yoongi starts to pipe in before Namjoon turns around and pushes them away. They have no choice but to listen to him at this point if they want to live, but what about him? Hoseok, and Jungkook have already run off, making the man angry. Yoongi runs off as well , in another direction, mind focused of finding Jimin. Just as Jin takes a step back, the bell rings, making the man angrier that this will be a public display. 

He points the gun at Namjoon. 

He clicks safety off. 

He pulls the trigger. 

"Namjoon!!" Jin screams, starting the panic of everyone else, the man in black running off. 
. . .

It's been 10 minutes since silence has taken over. No words from the others hiding in the stalls have been said, each one knowing there's a risk of them being caught. No words, no foot steps, nothing has been heard from outside. 

Jimin's cheeks are stained with tears, his breathing irregular. It's just now he feels a vibration in his back pocket. He takes out his phone, unlocking it and looking at all the missed messages from his friends. Just as he's about to reply to one, he hears someone picking the lock of the bathroom he's hiding in. 

"Oh my god." He hears the person beside him whisper in fear. Jimin freezes, hearing the lock switch back, hearing the door swing open, hitting the wall, creating a loud bang. 

It's like Jimin's heart stops as he hears footsteps coming closer. All his senses are on high alert. The echoing of the footsteps are louder, he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. He can feel the sweat on his hands, the stickiness of dried tears of his cheeks, being re-wet with new ones as he starts to come face to face with the fact that he may only have seconds to live. 

He stops breathing as he sees a shadow start to show up at his stall. A pair of black sneakers stopping right in front of his stall. This is it. More tears stream down his face as he knows it's the shooter right outside his stall. 5 feet in front of him, is his death. 

All hope is lost until, literally, hope is there again. Because as he blinks the tears away, he realizes the model of those shoes. The side of the left shoe has a white scuff there. 

"Jimin?"