Protection.

Welcome to; Protection

Damn right, we take turns bein' grown
I get real accountable when I'm alone
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Did... did that really just happen?

Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin were on the floor, trying to cry but nothing was coming out. They've ran out of tears. Taehyungs dead stare watching your body get rolled onto the black van. Namjoon trembling and trying not to vomit as he looks at the blood covering his hands.

Yoongi on the ground with his knees up and head between his legs. And Jin, looking up at the sky with dark circles and streaming tears coming from his eyes, he cried in silence.

You were dead. You saved them, and gave your life.

How, could they live like this?

They couldn't.

5 years later. October 29th, 2021

Taehyung stared at himself in the mirror, tears streaming down his face as he screamed his lungs out. Throat sore and hand hurting as he slammed his fist against the mirror. "How- how did it end up like this...FUCK" he sobbed as he leaned down on the sink, his tears landing straight down on the porcelain.

"Aaand, cut!"

He released a sigh before sitting up. A crew member handed him a tissue, which he used to wipe the tears and fake blood from his fist. "That was good mister Kim. We're shutting down shop everyone! Have a good week, get to the hotel or your home safely understood? You see anything suspicious, run."
You'd think that last part would be a joke.

Ever since the accident, supernatural beings have been making their way out of the shadows, some wanting to live in peace, others choosing to go feral and openly feed on humans. Everything changed.

Laws, regular shit like walking the streets, shopping, fuck, they even made a curfew. The government could've hid it better, but I guess they just got bored. Is this how they'd handle over population? By letting the supernatural kill them off slowly? Whatever...

Everyone gave the director an answer before heading to do their own thing. Taehyung makes sure all the blood is off his knuckles, trying not to think hard about how the red stained his hands, before throwing away the napkin.

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"I have to say, you were amazing." Taehyung smiles softly at Jins compliment as he leans back on the cold leather sofa. "I wonder..." he gulps, finally talking up after the comfortable silence. He looked down at his pretty fingers, wondering if he should bring it up.

"I wonder if she would've liked it..."

Jins soft smile quickly faded into a thin line at the mention of their past. He watched as Taehyung played with his rings, his brows crashed together as he thought about how your reaction would be.

He sighs at his best friend, trying to not let his own emotions get the best of him. "You know she would've.." he chews on his bottom lip, watching Taehyung lean back on the hotel chair. "I miss her... desperately." His voice lost all emotion, his drained mental not being able to put up an act in front of his older friend.

You didn't share much conversation with them. It was mostly warnings or what the plans were for the day... but fuck. Your voice is what they miss the most.

"We all do Tae."

Jin stood up and strolled over to the orange pill bottle that stayed on the bar table. "You took your meds?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. It was going to be no.

" Nope." A deep voice said while he took out the right amount of pills. "Aren't you glad I'm here?" Jin tried to lighten the mood as he poured a bit of brown whisky in a cup for his pills. "Heh. Damn right I am." Taehyung watched jin make his drink, eyes watching his every movements.

"You're my only friend after all."