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22. Look at me

Beyol P.O.V

All I had asked this world was to not do something that will make me show how cold my heart can get, and they did exactly what I told them not to. They put a hand on someone who belongs to me.

"I should have known" I breathed as we jumped into the basement.

I walked towards him, looking him in the eye, as the 4 men around him stood around in defense, our bodies were inches apart, "why did you do this...this is stupid, you should have known" I spoke in a low icy tone.

 "As long as it brings you to me it isn't" he spoke with a short smile.

"you could have  tried a better way"

"there was no other way" his head turned a little towards Myra who was lying on the ice-old floor to my left, almost lifeless, her face covered in dirt and blood, her jeans, and shirt ripped a little.

"shame, I kind of liked you" I walked a step close.

"I am sorry it had to go like this" he spoke reaching out his hand to my face, but I slapped it away in disgust.

"but you really thought I cared about you?" I walked taking a step back.

"But we were friends!" he yelled a little.

"Yeah, we were friends.." namjoon spoke for us from behind me, "until your uncle and father pulled that filthy stunt on little girls, and the worst part, you were also involved in that disgusting game" I continued.

"our family, us, we were so fine, I didn't know what uncle and my father were doing, I just did what they asked me to, I love you beyol, I always did, you were the one always chanting yoongi this, yoongi that, I wanted you back" 

"just so you know, I don't regret anything, kai" I punched him hard in the face making his body bend left, I heard some bullets exchanged between namjoon, jimin, and Han's men. 

My eyes went momentarily went on yoongi on my right, his arms held up with rope, his naked abdomen covered with many bruises and cuts, mixed with blood and dirt, his milky skin had turned yellow,  head hung low, his leg limp. Tears almost welled up in my eyes, but I can't cry, Not Today, 

hold on a few more minutes, love.

I had rage in my veins, rage for those little girls, rage for what they did to Myra and yoongi, rage on myself for being this late to find them, rage for trusting kai, Hyunjin, and his family in past.

The Red and we were not always rivals, it was just fine till a few years back, till they started human trafficking and sex slavery, hyunjin and kai were our friends, I had a crush on kai but then I met yoongi but kai disgusted me since we heard the news, old ties were cut off with them, so did our friendship.

Taking a short deep breath to control my emotion, turned back to han, but he slapped me hard across the face, I punched him hard again and again till he was lying, climbed up to him, both my knees on either side of him, I grabbed his collar pulling him up this time I punched him in the nose, blood streamed down with it, I slammed his head on the floor a few times, but he grabbed my forearm and flipped us over, he had my head, but I quickly moved my harm to my side levitating his grip with it.

when I moved his hand he slipped on my right falling on his face first, I climbed on his back holding both arms at his back I pulled the gun from my waistband placing it on the back of his head, he was losing his breath and consciousness because of the intense head slamming as blood was flowing nonstop, and I couldn't make yoongi and Myra more, namjoon and jimin were also almost done with the men and were now moving towards Myra, I fired all the bullets in his head, blowing his brain out, his brain remains flying everywhere, blood-spattered a little on my face but I turned away.

like I said I don't regret anything because I don't leave space for regret.

I ran towards yoongi, "baby" my voice cracked at his hollow breath, his eyes were dropping, I tore the rope off with the knife with shaky hands, yoongi was about to fall to the floor, but I took hold of him, we both fell on the floor but yoongi on top of me, my whole body was throbbing on the thought of losing him.

I feared letting him slip through my finger like water.

I quickly sat up his head in my lap, I placed my palms on either side of his cheek which was now slightly blue, I removed his blood-soaked bangs from his eyes, "I am s-sorry, I am late, please open your eyes, I love you, I truly do" a throat blocking sob escaped my lips "Please," I begged, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Please look at me. Look at me when I tell you I'm in love with you. Yell at me for as long as you like, call me an idiot. Just... let me tell you that I love you. Tell me you know that. Please."

"We need to take them to hospital, NOW!" namjoon spoke, "Myra is not waking up, she barely has a pulse," jimin continued giving CPR to Myra, I did to yoongi but no response, Namjoon had yoongi in his arms, as jimin held Myra, we were almost out of the building when my phone rang, I picked it up without looking at the name, I knew it would be one of the guys.

"hoseok " it was jungkook, "hoseok need blood doner, in a few minutes or....." he dint continue for a beat "and his blood matches only you, taehyung he-he is in surgery-y" he broke in the end and ugly sob left my eyes too, I ran more quickly to our car and entered the driving seat, quickly wiping my face or I'll lose all my important people in a matter of seconds, I pressed the accelerator as I glanced in rare view mirror,  jimin, and namjoon held Myra and yoongi, now as I saw jimin and namjoon had bullets too.