The Calm After The Storm ||BTS_HYBRIDS X F!MOC|| OT7

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This chapter contains dark, sadistic, disturbing, and triggering scenes with detailed, graphic descriptions. A warning has been placed at the beginning of the triggering content. ⚠️

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Heaven's POV

The world around me shattered.

Gunfire. Screams. The sharp scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. But all of it faded into static the second I saw him.

Jungkook.

My panther hybrid. My beautiful boy. He was on the goddamn floor, his body twisting in pain like he was trying to claw his way out of hell. Blood gushed from the wound in his stomach, painting his smooth tan skin in grotesque streaks of red. His nails scraped weakly at the ground, his growls barely audible-a broken, haunted sound that damn near tore me in two.

And I fucking froze.

My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free, but I couldn't freaking move. I stood there like some helpless idiot while he bled out right in front of me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was stare in horror as the person I cared about more than life itself writhed in agony.

It was like someone had reached inside my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare hands.

"Move, Heaven," I whispered to myself. "Fucking move."

But my legs wouldn't obey. My fists were clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms, but the pain felt distant. Unreal.

And then-arms. A familiar voice. Someone pulling me back, grounding me. My name echoed through the haze like a lifeline, dragging me up from the depths of that paralyzing fear. I blinked. Gasped. Then ran.

I dropped to my knees beside him, not caring that they slammed hard against the concrete. The blood soaking into my pants was warm and slick, and it only made the panic worse. My hands hovered over him, trembling as I searched for where to touch without causing him more pain.

"Jungkook," I whispered, voice barely holding together. "Fuck-look at me, baby. Look at me. Stay with me, please."

His eyelids were fluttering. His breathing was shallow. Every second he drifted further away, and I felt like I was dying with him.

"I'm here. I'm right here," I said, grabbing his hand. "You're not fucking allowed to die on me. You hear me?"

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I couldn't. Not yet. He needed me to be strong. He needed me to be the cold-hearted bitch the world feared. The one who didn't fall apart.

But fuck if that wasn't hard right now.

I screamed for help-my voice raw and breaking. "NAMJOON! YOONGI! ANYONE! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" My throat burned from shouting, but no one answered fast enough. Every second felt like a goddamn eternity.

Jungkook let out another weak growl, and that sound broke me more than anything else. This wasn't some nameless hybrid. This was mine. And he was slipping through my freaking fingers.

"I've got you," I whispered fiercely, brushing the blood-slicked hair from his forehead. "I swear on everything I am, I've got you."

I tapped my earpiece, fury flooding every cell in my body. My voice came out like ice-deadly and cold.

"Jay. Get a car to the back entrance now. Secure the hybrids. Extract everyone. And then you fucking end Black Eagle's crew. I don't give a shit how you do it-just get it done."

"Yes, Miss Valentino," Jay responded instantly, his tone sharp and ready.

I didn't even acknowledge it. My eyes were locked on Jungkook, watching his chest rise and fall, praying like hell it wouldn't stop.