Time Is Not On Our Side (TK)✓

19] A Thousand Times Over.

Opening his eyes to Taehyung was all the confirmation he needed to believe that he had died. He convinced himself the leeway to hell on earth and hell off of it would be through looking at his lovers eyes as they would part way again and again. The blood on all the deaths he had collected, whether he wanted to or not, had finally caught back. On the brink of his happiness, it was ripped apart again.

It was short-lived however, once his blurred world came back and his senses cleared up to Yeonjun on the floor with a bullet through his chest. The bullet cascaded through the small opening window on their left.

Taehyung had tears running down, his body trembling against his as he held on to him firmly. Chaos erupted behind them, or maybe next to them, Jungkook wasn’t quite sure anymore.  Another set of shots fired through, voices clear enough to know they were from allies and not from a new set of threats. Not taking his focus off Taehyung, he leaned closer, soothing words whispered against his ear.

“Are you alright?” he breathed out, finally finding his voice. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Taehyung shook his head, which was understandable. Jungkook was far from okay too. A sharp clang of chains were heard before his arms fell free beside him. It ached but it didn’t stop him from wrapping them around Taehyung, hoisting him up on his waist and gently placing him back on the chair. With a silent promise, he pressed his lips against his, a comfort to let him know they were both alive.

He peered down to his chest and read the flicking numbers, on and off, between 7 & 8. Before he could react or take the jacket off, another round of bullets were heard, and a few seconds later Namjoon's stern voice echoed around the emptiness.

“Yoongi, enough.”

Refusing, he fired another bullet.

“Yoongi, you’re going to kill him.”

Yeonjun screamed at another hole in his leg.

“He can’t live through his punishment if he’s dead.”

Yoongi held the gun tighter before dropping it on the floor. “Three years,” He hushed out, “I’ve waited three years to do this.”

Namjoon placed his hand on his arm, squeezing tightly, before dropping it and turning around the Jungkook. “I think we might have some explaining to do.”

Soon after, Hoseok rushed in looking around, he ran to Jungkook first and embraced him letting out a breath he was suffocating under. “Fuck, I did it, I shot him in time.” He placed his hands on his shoulders and shook him gently. “You’re okay.”

A few seconds of silence sliced the room before Jungkook let out a manic laugh. It bought anything but joy, his shoulders shook, his eyes widened. “What the fuck is going on.” He turned around the room, each step slower than the last, he stopped just in front of Namjoon.

“What the fuck is going on.” he whispered, scarily.

Yoongi fell to the ground, his knees buckling against his own will, he held onto his face and began to sob, or that’s what Jungkook thought until he let out a similar laughter of his own. This was beyond the level of normalcy, this was a line blurred between losing control and staying sane.

A mixture between an ugly laugh and an even uglier sob, his body contemplating on how to react. “I’m sorry, this was all my fault.”

Jungkook threateningly walked closer to him. He held him up right and glared. “If you don’t tell me why Taehyung had to go through all that, I’ll break the promise to your mother and kill you myself.”

He lowered his eyes as his tears refused to lessen, one by one they trickled. “This was all a plan we started three years ago, Namjoon, Jin and I,” he started as Jungkook let go of her. “I was to fake ignorance of what the bastard did, so he could trust me, think I was stupid naive boy.”