ANGEL MASK

Part 1

While some stuck with the belief of heaven, Min Yoongi stuck with the belief of hell. Death happened, every minute, every second, and it was absolutely wicked and so iniquitous. He believed that once he took his last breath, he'd look at death straight in the eye, unafraid to face the hell he knew awaited.

He didn't believe in a heaven, but he envied knowing that if a heaven really did exist - his baby girl would be there, happy and beaming where all the innocent souls inhabited.

It was all so unexpected.
The gunshots, the chaos.

His pale hands, veiny and warm caressed your swollen belly with such delicacy, both your bodies swaying side to side, dancing to a nonexistent melody. "Do you like it? " He questioned, looking down at you. You could only nod as your throat seemed to close shut, the tears coming down your cheeks.

"Ugh! Why am I crying!" You chuckled at your ridiculousness. The bracelet was cold to the touch, gold and engraved with your unborn daughter's name. The thought of welcoming her into the world - of finally holding her in your arms with her name at her wrist confirming that she was real, warmed your heart.

Your little family. Your little girl.

"I can't wait to see it on her." You smiled, pecking his cheek. "Thank you, I love it." Julia, the maid who was at your every beck and call, bowed when she made herself known. "Can I get you anything else ma'am?" You hummed, thinking. "... an apple juice would be fantastic Julia."

"As you wish."

Behind you, Yoongi gasped when he felt the little kicks at his palms. Even though you were almost to the due date, he could never get enough of feeling his child inside, calling for you both.

He kneeled, placing his forehead against the swell of your swollen belly, sighing in content. There was no peace like the one he felt at your side. There was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision. At age 27, Min Yoongi accomplished everything he desired and decided that the life he lived was enough. He would retire from the underworld for good to live a peaceful life with you and Sunhee.

"Stop it." You whined, giggling when his fingers tickled your sides, hands snaking around your mid back to massage the skin. "Stop looking at me like that."

Even after all the years you've been together, Yoongi still made you blush like a teenager in love. He looked at you with so much devotion, so much vulnerability. "You are so beautiful." He muttered, looking up at you, your cheeks full, and lips cherry pink.

He gave your belly a kiss, before he stood, groaning as he cleaned his knees. "Well hello there old man." You teased once he stooped to your eye level. His eyes crinkled. "Old man?" He growled, pouncing on your neck, gently biting the skin making you squeal. You took a hold of his head, cupping his cheeks in your hands and stealing a kiss.

"I love you." You whispered with a tendering smile. He smiled, hooking an arm around your waist, now, finally standing at your side examining the structure that was your home. It was just as you wished, of course because Yoongi made sure. It was his spoiling that made you love him even more. This was the home where you both planned to grow old, see your children grow, and if you were fortunate enough, live long enough to see grandchildren.

"I love you." He replied.

And not a second later, the peace he so desperately wanted, ended, and a nightmare awakened.

Gunshots.

Gunshots rang loudly, flying your way with a raging vengeance. The wooden box that carried your daughter's bracelet fell to the ground as you cried in alarm.

Yoongi harshly maneuvered your body in an attempt to cover, running behind you to evade the bullets and an arrest that was sure to come if he was to fall in the hands of the agents that invaded his home. He groaned, gasping when a bullet entered his shoulder.

"Yoongi!" You cried as the incoming bullets flew, breaking through the glass table, ricocheting against the metal, and even, unfortunately, impacting your baby's temporary home.

You frowned, standing still, and for a moment, just for a moment you swore she moved inside you. In his rage, he frantically fired at his enemies, retreating with your body in his arms and taking cover behind the outdoor bar.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay." He tried to sooth, trying to stay pacified. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear the cries of agony and distress, growing louder by the second. Yoongi desperately searched for rags, anything to press against the wounds, "Fuck!" He cried. "Jungkook!" Yoongi called with all his might once he finally set his eyes on the man who he hoped he'd see, cowering when the rush of bullets grazed above his head. "Jungkook!"

"Yoongi!" Jungkook, to Yoongi's luck, was never too far gone, always the loyal one, that man. His footsteps thumped as he retaliated against the enemy whilst simultaneously hurling a grenade to the incoming. He immediately took cover with you both, crouching, warning his boss to take cover.  "Give me your flannel." Yoongi demanded.

He shushed you when he pressed it against your wounds, gently kissing your clammy forehead. "How the hell did this happen!" "Call for the chopper, now!"

"It's done - every - ready... - more." Their voices were riddles, like puzzle pieces you would never be able to put together. Your chest heaved, eyes blurry with the nonstop tears - or maybe the loss of blood, but Yoongi's face appeared pixelated when you looked up at him, the attempt at talking failing when you wheezed instead.

Yoongi breathed, guilt clear in his eyes. He couldn't do anything but try to keep you calm.
He stood with you in his arms, shushing you when you cried out in pain and soon groaning from the pain searing in his thigh and shoulder. "You're gonna be okay, you both are gonna be just fine okay?"

"I don't know." Jungkook breathed. "Either there's a rat inside, or they've been on our asses for weeks, months even."

"Min Yoongi! Jeon Jungkook!" A masculine voice called through what seemed to be a megaphone. "Don't make me come get you. I have orders to bring you in alive, but I'm not opposed to bringing you rats in body bags!"

"My wife and child are dying, you son of a bitch! There's medical help coming, you put down your weapons, let her go, then I'm yours." Jungkook frowned, mouthing his confusion, but Yoongi's eyes said it all.

"You don't say what goes Min, I do -" Yoongi growled, seeing the helicopter in the air, getting closer and closer to their home. He stood, shooting the man in charge.

"Go! I'll cover you!" Jungkook yelled, handing Yoongi another gun as the bullets continued, evading them, running as fast as his leg would allow him to.

The chopper lowered, the doors immediately opening, welcoming you with a breathing mask and a small bed. "I - I - " you struggled.

"Shh, sweetheart, I'm right here, it's okay, you're gonna be just fine, baby." Though you struggled to breathe, you smiled and hummed, content with him at your side."Yn?!" He called, tone raising when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He gulped, turning to clutch the doctor's collar whilst aiming the gun at the frightened man. "Save them." He gritted. "Or I swear to you, I'll blow your brains out."

Jungkook, safe and sound, took a step into the helicopter, taking a hold of Yoongis' body when he reared back, staring wide at the sight of your belly when the doctor ripped open the yellow t-shirt that was now washed in red. Nothing, not the many years of gore and blood he had seen while working in hell, could've prepared Yoongi for this.

He sobbed, kneeling at your side, cupping your pale cheeks. "Please you can't leave me." He cried. "Stay with me baby, don't you dare leave me. Don't you want to see Sunhee, love? I'm sure she's just fine, has those beautiful eyes that I've always gotten lost in."

Those eyes of yours he talked so highly of, opened once just to close.

Awakening the nightmare that awaited.