Together | BTS Mafia AU ✔

forty-three

"Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever... thought about settling down?"

The moment Namjoon got shot, Jimin started sprinting towards the devil. Yoongi's eyes glued to the younger as if he was the only thing moving on the planet.

"Yeah, a couple of times... I would like to get married.. Have kids or not and have a cat."

"You want a fucking cat?"

Jimin drew closer to the two near the ledge, his head turning to Yoongi who was constantly yelling at him to stop. Pleading to him to not do anything irrational. Damn near crying to rethink his decision.

"There's nothing wrong with having a fucking cat... what about you?"

He said something. Jimin said something to Yoongi but it was so quick that he couldn't comprehend what it was.

"I don't... know how to answer that."

Jimin was pushing Suran off the edge now but the bad thing was, he was going right along with her. Yoongi could hear faintly hear Jungkook's cries in the background but it wasn't enough to hear them through the sounds of his own internally.

"...If you are comfortable and happy with being by yourself and what you did during your lifetime, then you have achieved retirement."

The two of them were gone. Yoongi couldn't see where Suran or Jimin has ended up at but one thing for sure, he was certain to find out.

Blinking away his tears, he wiggled to the edge of the roof, peering over the side to try to find a glimpse of Jimin. A slither, a piece, something to let Yoongi know if he was dead or alive. His mind would not rest if he doesn't know which one.

A force pulled him away from the huge fall, looking up to chastise whoever but bit his tongue when he saw a crying Jungkook tightly holding onto his shirt.

"Please... don't fall." Jungkook choked out, quickly unraveling the rope. The younger's sniffles were the only sort of sound made between the two. He just wished the rope could untie faster to find his partner.

Once the rope was off of him, he ignored Jungkook's pleads and pulled himself to the edge again with weak shaky arms. He looked down to only make eye contact with one body that was for sure Suran's but there was no Jimin.

"Jim-Jimin?" Yoongi croaked out, his throat burning from yelling and his eyes stung from holding back tears. He didn't even feel himself leaning over the edge some more.

"JIMIN!" Yoongi yelled out loudly. He was again, pulled back from the ledge by Jungkook who had no energy to scold him again. Instead, he went over to a bleeding Namjoon who was grasping the side of his stomach as much as he can. Blood seeping through his fingers but he still looked like he had a lot of life to him.

Jungkook takes off his right shoe and pulls off his sock; he applied light pressure to the gunshot wound and made Namjoon huff a bit. The younger sucked in some air to steady his breathing, alas, it did the opposite and made him cry harder.

"Don't," He winces. "Don't cry Kook. Jimin... is smart, I believe he's alive." Namjoon reassures him, a small smile appeared with his dimples coming out to show their gratitude. Jungkook wanted to smile back but he couldn't find the strength to do so, nothing could make him hap-

Heavy steps echoed behind the three as they all turned around to the sound. They didn't have the energy to fight back. They barely had the strength to move. So many of their teammates has been injured that their faith for anything was running low.