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43- Last chance

"Fucking touch her again and." Taehyung kicks Jungkook's face as his hands remain behind his back, a stoic expression as he endures the pain Taehyung gave him with you over his mind.

"Watch me fucking torture you till death." With one more kick, Jungkook falls to his side with a bleeding face, Taehyung walks upto him and flips his face around with his foot.

"You thought you'd get away with this?" He was about to kick him again, when Jungkook speaks.

"Namjoon.." he says getting up slowly, the chains on his wrists clinking together. "Namjoon was literally your best friend, Taehyung. Don't forget you both trained together to reach where you are, before he got forced into the military."

Aban looks down with guilty eyes, somewhat feeling responsible for all this even by just being friends with Taehyung. He was the one who was showing the riverside to Taehyung that day afterall, when the maniac saw you for the first time.

"It's his sister you're tormenting. Have some fear of God." He mumbles eyeing your unconscious figure lying on the ground after Taehyung ripped the living daylights out of you, your stomach badly wounded which was yet to be healed. You were in immense pain.

"Oh shut up, dickhead." Taehyung takes his sword back out. "This is over." He chuckles before raising the weapon up into the air, aiming straight for Jungkook's neck as his grip on the handle tightens in preparation to charge on the younger male.

Everyone in the room shut their eyes close for it was too much to endure with one's own vision, Jungkook takes in a long, deep breath before getting ready to see you for one, last time.

But before Taehyung's sword could even touch Jungkook, it lands on your own neck which soon results in a downpour of thick crimson liquid pouring out of skin.

Taehyung's heart drops to his stomach, he gasps as he blinks his eyes a few times to double check if he was seeing correctly.

It was still you, no matter how many times he rechecked, rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't his weakness playing with him, it was still you indeed.

It was you again with your selfless form, Taehyung's lone words had served enough for you to move, to pounce on Jungkook to act as his shield which you were born to be till your last breath.

"What?!?" Ayat shouts from behind the foreground, as her brows crease at the sudden moment, her hands shaking as she removes them from her eyes.

"Yn.." Taehyung mutters in horror, his sword dropping from his hand as he immediately crouches down to hold your hand.

Jungkook was stone in his place, as he took in the sight in front of him. You in his lap, looking up at him through the slits of your almost closed eyes, as blood flowed out of your mouth.

Taehyung begins chanting something to you, probably convincing you that you are alive, gripping your hand firmly. You use your free hand to reach out for Jungkook's collar, pulling his stunned self down to connect his lips with yours the first and last thing before your breath leaves your lungs and your heartbeat leaves your chest.

"I love you, silly." You whisper rubbing your hand on his cheek lovingly, some of the blood transferring to his skin involuntarily.

"What'd you just do.." he mumbles in shock, too shocked to even move a single muscle of his face, Taehyung above him drops your hand at the sight.

"YOU!!" Taehyung yells at Jungkook, bringing his sword up again to hit him with it, but only the head of the sword manages to wound a little part of his shoulder, and the rest is stopped by your bare hand holding the sword's blade yourself, almost chopping yourself in half.