Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

Tokyo

Jungkook prayed.

He took a moment to shut his eye and pray for them. To pray for the vampire world. It was ironic, really. He was a demon calling upon a God he didn't believe in. If anyone deserved help, it was Y/n, not him. Jungkook made a mental pact to keep her safe. It was the least he could do considering she never asked for this life.

They left the office, traversing the rest of the White House to try and find a clue of where Namjoon went. However, when they passed by one of the TV screens, they realized what had happened: Namjoon took the president into a separate room to do a live broadcast. The TV screens were on, playing the news at top volume. Jungkook winced, Y/n covering her ears as the voice of the president rang around the room.

"Beside me is Kim Namjoon, one of the original vampires and a higher-up in the New York vampire clans," the president said, his eyes distant and wavering. Jungkook's heart clenched, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't hear where it was coming from. Even if he could, what were the odds he could get inside in time to figure out how to stop it? What were the odds he wouldn't be seen as a crazy monster?

"Tonight, we are moving to elect for equal rights for vampires. They'll get their rights to marriage, equal opportunity, voting, and we'll pass anti-discrimination laws to make it illegal to commit hateful acts against vampires. I'm writing up the laws as we speak. We're not letting this change take years to happen. This is happening now. Tonight. Tonight, the world changes. Tonight, the vampires will be equal, and we'll talk more about their diets and what can be done for them."

"I'd like to add that we vampires only want what's best for all of humanity. We don't wish to harm humans, even to feed. We only want to prove we can help. Imagine what a vampire's abilities can do on a farm, or in a hospital. Our speed and senses can save millions if not billions of lives. We can save people just by smelling their blood or hearing the way their organs move. Please, let us help you. It's all we want to do," Namjoon said, the president grinning to every word he said. It made Jungkook sick.

"We have to go," Y/n said. "He already won. There's no point in staying. We failed, Jeon. Let's get back to Jimin and take Namjoon together. We know where he'll go next."

"The governor, right?"

"Right. We need to get there before he does, otherwise this is all for nothing. At least we have a head start. He'll take a while drafting laws with Yoongi."

"Yoongi," Jungkook mumbled, Y/n squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. We have to keep moving, we don't have time to go back for him."

Jungkook didn't disagree, so they went, sprinting through the corridors of the White House. There were shouts and gunshots. Hisses from vampires. Y/n's heavy breaths. Jungkook took one glance at her expression and read it all: they were being chased, only Jungkook couldn't hear it. Who was chasing them and how far they were didn't-

'Bang!'

Jungkook screamed and fell to the ground, Y/n shouting something while he collapsed. His leg exploded with pain that had him whimpering and writhing on the floor. However, the adrenaline gave him the power to whip his head up. He saw Azazel dove into the guard who shot him, Y/n taking out the other one. When they were done, Y/n slid back over to him, and Azazel gave her the guard's pistol. She stared at it as if it were a disease.

Her hands quaked, sweat staining the metal in her grasp. "Azazel, I-I don't know how to shoot."

The bat frowned but didn't make any noises. Jungkook was the one who was being loud, holding his thigh that was squirting with blood. He gasped at the sensation, his ear ringing from how much shock flowed through his system. He grunted and took off his jacket, ripping off parts of it to form a makeshift tourniquet.