Sehnsucht •KookV•

siebenundzwanzig

"Ich bin bei dir, du seist auch noch so ferne, Du bist mir nah"
- I am with you, however far away you may be, You are next to me-

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The older towered over him, hitting him mercilessly with as much strength as he had left. Blood poured out of various cuts on his body but he didn't stop. Taehyung groaned as his own wounds came undone, skin splitting open one after another.

Hyun-Bin caught sight of the gun lying next to Taehyung's hand and smirked. He picked it up as Taehyung pitifully reached out for it. He pointed it at the younger as he spoke. "Looks like you lost once again. It's my win, Taehyung."

Taehyung pathetically reached out for it as Hyun-Bin smiled. Letting out a little chuckle, he pulled the trigger.

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"Shit, Shit, Shit" Seokjin cursed under his breath as he sped the car. The road was fairly empty due to the heavy rain so he sped the car like no tomorrow, praying that he would reach before it was too late. 

Namjoon sat next to him, Yoongi and Hoseok on the back seat. They had received a signal, showing that Taehyung was on the outskirts of the city. They had all freaked out, knowing full well that this was the territory of Hyun-Bin. If Taehyung was anywhere near, it only meant one thing.

He was seeking out his revenge.

He hadn't told anyone of his plans, not even a hint about attacking the mafia leader. He had just gone ahead with the plan in his mind and put himself at risk. And by the way things seemed, it was most likely beyond anyone's control now.

"Namjoon." Seokjin spoke up as the younger turned to look at him. "Tell Jungkook."

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The gunshot echoed in the empty building as Hyun-Bin lowered his hand with a sense of victory. He smiled through the blood on his face as he let go of the gun and turned around to walk away. He limped for a few steps before he found himself falling to the ground. His eyes widened as he heard the sharp shrill. 

A gunshot.

He turned as blood poured out from his mouth, a bullet wound in his stomach. Taehyung lay propped up, one hand on his shoulder and another holding the gun. There was a pool of blood beneath him and his eyes were unfocused. He slowly helped himself up, walking towards the older.

"You can't-" He stopped, coughing out blood. His head was pounding, his chest tight and constricting with every breath he tried to take in. He supported his head with his hand, the other still holding the gun. "You can't kill me... I won't let you... I need to... need to meet him once more..."

His words were slurred, mind a hazy mess. He staggered towards the older, looking down at him. "Why... Why did you do that to me? Why did you do that to mom? What did... what did we ever do to you?"

A soft sob found its way to his lips as Hyun-Bin stared. He looked away, lying on his back as he bled out, raindrops washing his blood away. 

"I loved your mother." He started as Taehyung scoffed. "That's bullshit..." He murmured as his head spun, everything merging to a shade of grey.

"Taehyung-ah," For the first time in his life, Taehyung heard the vulnerability in the older's voice. He quieted down, letting the other continue. 

"I really loved your mother," Hyun-Bin said, watching the sky, looking far away. "I don't think I could love her any more than that. She was everything I wasn't. She was perfect and I wasn't." He let out a sigh.