The Symbol Of Darkness

⑬If You Want Me To Be

 
The sirens of ambulances flooded the place as Jungkook ushered Taehyung inside. His repeated offer to help him walk down the stairs was peevishly dismissed and the level of his annoyance kept creeping up at the slow pace Taehyung was moving.

“You have three options. You’ll move faster, you’ll let me help you, or I’ll push you down the fucking stairs.”

Taehyung halted in his tracks at his crude remark and fixed him with a glare so sharp and blazing furious it could easily slash through an iceberg. “You arenʼt even worth my time to argue with you.” He clung to the railings again and continued descending one stair at a time, hissing and wincing all the while.

Suddenly, he lost the earth from beneath his feet and he was harshly brought against a bulky chest. “Yah!”

Jungkook, deaf to his expostulations, slid down the stairs with a swift gait. “Just shut up for ten seconds.”

Taehyung made a moue of sheer disdain mixed with displeasure, but obeyed nonetheless. His eyes unwillingly focused on his profile, absorbing his tight, gorgeous features. Why does he seem uncomfortable? And why is he so pretty?

Before he could search for answers in his chaotic brain, the grip around him abated, and he landed on his left leg. Am I supposed to thank him now? He’s responsible for my fucked up condition, though. 

“Move,” Jungkook ordered as he gave him a small push, but it was enough to force him to use his right leg to balance himself. The screechy, suffocated scream that rumbled in Taehyung’s throat triggered a sense of mild remorse for his action, though he disregarded it. 

Taehyung breathed through the surge of scorching pain as his fists trembled in his immense urge to bang them against his face. “You’re really the most insensitive person I’ve ever met.” 

“I just carried you down the stairs.”

“And then you pushed me, you jackass!” His previous urge consumed every sherd of his sanity, and he drove his fist into his biceps. 

“Yah.” Jungkook looked askance at him. “I have enough reasons to throw you in jail. Don’t give me more.”

Taehyung ignored him and instead turned his attention to the injured men scattered around the place and the paramedics helping them. His eyes swelled in worry as he located two of Sieun’s men on the ground, and he hopped on one leg to get closer faster. “Ki Jun-ah, Sung Mi-ya, are you okay?”

“We’ll live,” Ki Jun choked out, hugging his wounded right shoulder. “Seong Moo is dead. Some are on the way to the hospital and some in the vans.”

“Fuck. Hang in there,” Taehyung uttered as he bent to pat his head, but a yelp flew out of his mouth when he was yanked back. 

“Move,” Jungkook snarled and urged him forward, paying no mind to his injury. He detected Namjoon entering the building and beckoned him to come towards him. “Sieun?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but Taehyung’s presence stole his attention. “Taehyung? I thought you would be here, but it’s different to actually see you.” 

The said man didn’t utter a single word; he maintained his head curved forward, staring at the ground. 

“Focus. What about Sieun?”

“We got him. The guys here surrendered, and we were about to come find you when you told us about Sieun.”

“Fucking finally. What did you find?”

“A lot of bags with firearms and cash. They just collected them for evidence.”

“Okay. Take him and I’ll come find you.” He passed Taehyung to him with a surprisingly gentle nudge and took off.