𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Yoongi!" you scream, running over to the dying man, and the guards let you. You dive to your knees, bringing him into your embrace as the others back off, giving you space. "No, no, no. Yoons, Yoons please stay with me," you say, resting his body on your lap. 

The stomach. He got shot in the stomach.

Your hands cover the injury, your skin soaked with his crimson blood. "Yoons," you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks as he looks up at you. "Why didn't you run? Why didn't you give me up?"

To your surprise, he smiles. "How could I give you up, L/n?" he asks back, laughing, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit. 

"No, Yoongi, please stay strong, please." 

"Y/n, I lied to you," he mutters instead of listening to you. 

"It's okay, sir, it's okay." 

"No sir. Not now. Please?"

You hesitate, then nod. "Yoongi. What did you lie about?" 

"My feelings," he says, coughing, "I've always cherished you, Y/n. Ever since that day you saved me." 

Your lower lip quivers as you tighten your grip on his wound. The blood that soaks you feels bitter that day. More bitter than it ever has before.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I hope you can live your life with Jimin."

Your eyes widen. "Si- Yoongi, I..." 

"It's okay, it's okay," he says, his already-pale skin even paler than before. "I know you don't do love, so to be able to love Jimin? I'm proud of you."

But you can't focus on his words anymore. All you can do is let out more desperate pleas. "Please don't leave me, you're my only friend."

"I'm your friend?" 

"Of course you are. I'm so glad we met. I mean it. You taught me so much. Thank you." 

He smiles. Funny; he has a gummy smile. How are you just finding this out now? Maybe if you paid attention a little more, this wouldn't be happening.

Silence carries on for a beat, but then, you lower your head and ask what you need to. It's your last chance to do so.

"If you knew I loved him, why did you give me that mission? More time?" 

"When I found out, I knew you wouldn't be able to do the mission. I was gonna call it off. I wanted you and him to be happy together. I wanted you to be happy," he whispers, his skin losing all the light and warmth it once had. There's silence for a few beats as he loses blood, his lips chapped, eyes swollen from tears. "Y/n, my mafia will rise again. They'll need you more than ever to protect them. They'll need Jimin's resources, his maps, his weapons. Whoever takes over, he'll come for you unless you finish the Jimin mission." 

You look up again, pain in your eyes. "Yoongi... I..." 

"Fight for what you love, Y/n." He pauses, weakly placing one hand on your cheek. "Like I did. Please."

You look at him for a few moments, then firmly nod. "I will." 

His hand slowly falls from your face. "Good. Goodbye, Y/n L/n," he murmurs, his head tilting down. 

"Goodbye, Min Yoongi," you say, the torment in your heart almost unbearable. His breathing slowly comes to a halt, you closing your eyes for a moment, letting your tears fall. You bring one of his bloody hands to your lips, kissing the back of it. "Thank you," you mumble, letting him have a moment of silence. It's what he deserves.

As soon as the moment passes, you gently place his hand back down, opening your eyes. You turn and stand, locking eyes with the man not too far away. He's emotionless. Not even a smirk or cocky grin touches his face.

You take a step forward, guards starting to come for you when the man holds up his hand. He stays silent as you take two more steps, now only about eight feet away from him. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," you say, not taking your eyes off him. He doesn't reply, he just stares back with the same look he's been giving you since he showed up.

"Who are you?" you ask in a whisper, but before he can answer, the doors to the warehouse open, a sound of struggling and shouts filling your ears. You turn in time to see two men dragging Jimin forward while he fights against it. Your eyes pop open. "Jimin!" He snaps his head up, locking eyes with you.

"Y/n!" he calls back. You go to run for him, but you're quickly grabbed by two others, them pulling you back. "No! Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!" 

You writhe around, trying to reach him. "Jimin!"

"Hey, hey, look at me, Y/n." You meet his eyes, heaving from the day's events. "It's gonna be okay, alright? I promised I'd protect you, I will. It's gonna be okay."

"I don't think it will. At least not for one of you," the man's voice says. His footsteps echo around the room until he stands in between you and Jimin, still holding the pistol. 

"Who the hell are you?" you ask, but you think you already know the answer. With one hand, he takes off the mask, showing off his entire face and sharp jawline. He has a mole under his thin lips and a scar on his cheek.

"The man who's gonna put a fucking bullet in your head," he says.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" Jimin yells. "I'll tear you apart with my bare hands if you touch her, you piece of shit!" 

"Shut him up," he says. Instantly, Jimin gets thrown to the ground, ganged up on and beat up by the two men.

"No! No please! Please stop!" you say in a cry, giving the man a desperate look. The man waits a few moments, the groans and yells of pain from Jimin hurting you as the men kick him constantly. 

The man lets it go on a little longer before holding up his hand. The beating stops, Jimin too weak to get up. Jimin holds his stomach, but his eyes are glaring at the back of the man's head. The tall man doesn't notice and instead glares at you, finally revealing the truth.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook."