End The War ~ Jenyong

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No one's POV

5 gunshots were heard.

Taeyong held onto Jennie's head harshly and tightly, making sure she and Mi-young didn't get hurt.

Immediately, Taeyong turned around and stood up raising his gun at the person who killed Taeyong's former mates, Johnny, Taeil, Jungwoo, Sungchan and Shotaro.

"No!" Jennie cried as she saw them lying down dead, blood streaming down their bodies. Mi-young was screaming this time as Jennie hugged her calmly, singing lullabies to make her sleep.

"Missed me," there stood the one and only man both Jennie and Taeyong thought was dead, Jongin.

"How are you alive?!" Taeyong yelled angrily.

"You have bombed yes, but you never checked on me neither, I managed to escape before getting killed. I knew I had to keep it in the low before going to kill you all. And by looking at it, I might have to kill that little one as well." Jongin smirked widely as he raised his gun at Taeyong.

"You all will die in my hands, I mean it." Jongin had much anger in his voice, he wasn't playing jokes no more.

Jongin took the first move and charged at Taeyong who grasped his neck immediately. Taeyong knew Jongin was much stronger than he was, and much more experienced.

"Taeyong NO!" Jennie screamed while watching her boyfriend mercilessly getting strangled.

Jennie wanted to help badly, even if its killing herself but she had to protect her baby.

Taeyong tried throwing punches and kicks but it was no use. It was like a snake tangling you up and you couldnt get out. "No Jongin please no." Jennie cried out wanting to help her boyfriend so badly.

Jennie immediately got up and took her baby with her in her hands as she tried walking out of the abandoned building. "Oh no you won't." Jongin muttered as he let go of his grip around Taeyong's neck and went over to Jennie.

Jennie walked faster without turning back until she felt an arm pull her behind. "Look at this cutie." Jongin smiled while holding Mi-young.

"Don't hurt her.." Jennie cried hysterically.

"Looks like the boys already cut her." He smirked as he showed the cuts they have done to her poor child. "And of course you couldn't do anything because your pregnant yourself." Jongin smirked.

"Stop please Jongin! I'm begging you." Jennie cried while trying to take her baby back in her arms.

"I'm going to make you suffer Jennie Kim, by first hurting your child." Jongin pushed Jennie back on the floor harshly as she cried due to the pain.

Jongin grabbed the pocket knife he had and took the child in his hands, circling the knife around Mi-young's chest. "Please Jongin.. please I'm literally begging you. Stop it." Jennie cried while looking at her fragile baby crying her eyes out.

"Leave my baby alone." Taeyong raised his gun behind Jongin's back, not scared to shoot anymore.

"Are you really going to shoot me with your child," Jongin smirked this time stroking the child. Taeyong stood there frozen, will he really?

Jennie used all her strength to get up from the floor and strangle Jongin from behind, head locking him. This only caused him to drop Mi-young down on the cold hard floor.

"Don't hurt my family!" Jennie was weak but she knew Jongin will hurt her back. Jongin managed to push Jennie off to the wall and stab her arm.

"Ow." She whined.

Bang.

"NO. NO THIS WASN'T MEANT TO HAPPEN." Jongin groaned as he fell to the floor, bleeding as hell. "Don't worry, this time I'll watch you die." Taeyong muttered as Jongin loosed all consciousness.

"Jennie are you okay?" Taeyong came to his girl whose arm was bleeding fast. He took his jumper off and pressed it on her arm so she wouldn't loose a lot of blood.

"Shit,. Mi-young." Taeyong carried the child who was dropped, unconscious as well. Tears fell down his face, he was going to lose everything like the beginning.

"I'm sorry Jennie." He cried out.

"Taeyong, it's okay *coughs* we ended this war together Yong, we ended it." She smiled at the guilty man who was still upset.

Until Taeyong pressed his hand on Mi-young's chest and felt gentle heart beats pumping with her breathing natural well.

"There is still a chance."