Regent . PJM [Completed]

don't tell me goodbye

[Sera's POV]

"What? What happened? Why is there no sound?" I asked, panicked. Taehyung had just finished his assignment, but his microphone had suddenly disconnected. 

"I... I'm not sure yet," Namjoon answered, typing fervently on his keyboard. "It seems like his mic was manually disconnected."

"Manually? Did you tell him to pull the mic right when we got what we needed?" Jimin asked. 

"No," Namjoon replied. There was a moment of silence before everyone stood, grabbing their jackets and rushing to the door. I too was one of them. 

"No, you stay here Sera," Jimin said, holding onto my shoulders. "It could be dangerous-"

"Jimin, I am not a kid anymore," I said sternly. "God, I'm stronger than you. I can handle fainting twice a day. I can handle getting yelled at by hundreds of reporters, I can even handle getting beaten by my own father! Jimin, just let me come with you!"

"Sera-"

"Taehyung is my best friend! It'll hurt me more if I just stay here, not doing anything but worrying. That's all I do Jimin! Worry! And where has that gotten us? I am coming, whether you like it or not." 

Biting his lips harshly, it seemed like I had finally convinced him. 

"Okay, but you stay with me-"

"Absolutely not," a voice interrupted from behind us. 

"Yoongi, please-"

"Sera, if you come with us, we will have to invoke protocol UT, and that will put more people in danger. I can't be in two cars at once. I can't protect both of you," he said. Even though his words were hard, I could see it in his eyes. He was afraid. Afraid of losing one of us under his care. I could see the burden now. The burden he always had to bear. 

I shouldn't make it heavier. 

I mean, what was I going to do when I got there anyway? Storm in and fight my father? 

I couldn't even say no when he asked me to kill my own husband. 

"Yoongi, Sera wants to-"

"No. No, Yoongi's right," I said, quickly wiping the tears forming in my eyes. "I should stay. I'll only be a burden if I do go." Seeing my tears, Jimin's face softened and he took my hands in his. 

"We'll bring him home safely, I promise," Jimin said, kissing the back of my hand. 

"I know. I know you will. Just hurry up, okay?" I whispered, afraid my voice would break. Forcing a smile, I pulled Jimin down, pressing a long kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"No, don't do that Sera," Jimin whispered. "Don't say goodbye, because I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to come back and tell you that, every single day. So don't say that. Don't tell me goodbye."

Amazingly, I managed a laugh, a bitter one, but nonetheless a laugh. "Okay. I'll see you later then."

He smiled. "I'll see you later." With a final kiss, he rushed out the door. Now, I was alone. Collapsing onto a chair, I buried my face in my hands. 

My mind was racing with fantastical creations of everyone I loved on a death bed.

Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon... All motionless...

"Shit," I muttered. 

I had to get my mind off things. I needed a distraction. 

Or else I think I'd go crazy.

Jungkook.

Yes, that's right, why don't I go visit Jungkook? He'd know exactly what I could do to help the situation, even if I'm not on the front lines.

Plus, I owe him a visit that's been long overdue anyway. 

Picking up my jacket, I made my way out the door, calling a chauffeur on the way. 

"Yes, the South private entrance. Thank you," I told the driver, then hung up. Hastily, I sent Jungkook a text. 

Hey Kookie. I hope you're recovering well. I'm coming by to visit, could you please tell me your room number? I'll be there in fifteen minutes.

But I never got to see the response as something hard hit me on the back of the head, making me fall to the floor. 

"What-" 

The second blow knocked me out. 

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