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[PART 32]

While your neck stretched taught Dohyun lessened his force, allowing you gasping breaths following him removing the blade from your throat entirely.

"See the way he looks at you?" Dohyun then whispered in your ear, making you flinch and screw your eyes shut. "He'd probably die for you, you know that?"

You shook your head, tears distorting your vision when you opened your eyes again. Yoongi stayed silent and emotionless to his claims, giving nothing away.

"Cut his eye," he finally decided, his smirk audible and cockiness making you feel sick.

You wanted to lash out with the blade when he let you go, slit the man's neck and end his existence. You were sure you were swift enough to do it. But that small risk that you may not, made the idea useless.

"It's okay Red," Yoongi mouthed to you, breaking your heart for two reasons. He was protecting you by letting you hurt him.

When you still refused to move, he reached for your arm and brought the blade to his face for you. You sobbed, shutting your eyes when you felt his flesh under your light pressure, resting at his brow.

"Right here," he told you, and you took a shaking breath, the wind rapidly cooling the tears falling down your cheeks.

When he closed his eyes in preparation, you sobbed harder, your whole body cringing as you were forced to let the blade bite into his skin. With Yoongi's guidance, he dragged the knife straight down his eye and onto his cheekbone before easing his pressure; and you instantly dropped the knife.

"What a touching display," Dohyun cooed tauntingly before roughly pushing you back into Jungkook. Who instantly took you into his chest as you sobbed, his grip on your arms was still tight but hidden where Dohyun couldn't see, he comforted you by rubbing his thumbs against your jacket. "Take him to the barrel," was Dohyun's next demand.

As bodies moved around you, Jungkook moved you to face outwards instead, letting you wipe frantically at your eyes and cheeks to see again. Slowly, you were walked over too but you weren't put in the same place as Yoongi.

With a group of trained soldiers behind him, Soryu took Yoongi to the barrel in the center of the clearing. While you were off to the side watching, Jin was across the plastic tarp, his eyes dutifully on his boss to make sure things were going as planned. But you couldn't see how they were.

Dohyun had just made you cut Yoongi's flesh, leaving him with an open wound several inches long spanning from his eyebrow to his cheek bone. It tricked red with his blood, dripping slowly down his face as he staked Dohyun opposite him with a ferocious glare.

"You know, this could all probably have been avoided," he began to talk as he circled Yoongi. "But then you took what was mine," he said once he was adjacent again.

"She was never yours to begin with—"

With a flick of his wrist, Soryu pushed Yoongi's head into the barrel, sloshing water over its sides while you screamed.

"No! Stop it!" You screamed, and suddenly Dohyun looked at you with a smirk, he motioned with his wrist again and your wish was granted.

"Would you like to join in again, Yn? I have another toy you can play with," his eyes flashed in horrid excitement as he produced a handgun from his waistband.

You shut yourself up immediately, forcing yourself back into Jungkook's chest as if to say no.

"Shame," he huffed, before looking back at a drenched Yoongi, catching his breath with a furious look on his face.

"You're wrong. I knew you were stealing the whole time, we were always going to end up here eventually," he corrected and Dohyun smiled cruelly as he dropped his face close.

"Oh yes we would," he confirmed. "You already got rid of the rest of the competition, once you're dead I'll be the most powerful man in the country," he toted smugly, turning your blood cold. "You made it easy for me."

That couldn't happen. They couldn't let it.

"Good fucking luck," Yoongi spat venomously before Dohyun raised up and motioned for Soryu to drown him again.

"Make him learn his lesson," he told his temporary underling and you sobbed silently.

The water thrashed over the rim violently as Yoongi fought against the taller man holding his head down. But when Soryu brought him back up he was smirking, both of them holding the same cocky expression for believing themselves the victor of this battle.

Your breath was caught in your throat, body tense and unmoving while you awaited the next move.

And it came in the form of a gun. With Yoongi's arms locked at the elbows as he pulled it out of the water; pointed at his adversary's chest. Dohyun just chortled, making a move to raise his gun too but before he could bring it anywhere close to Yoongi, he shot. And it was immediately followed by countless rounds from the men behind him.

His eyes widened in genuine shock at the betrayal, his top blooming with red abstract roses around ragged bullet holes. He staggered from the force, arms flailing as he fell back with a sickening crack from his head on the concrete too.

Your mind was racing, breath tattered as you processed the scene before you.

He was dead. It was over.

But as that thought came to mind so did the burning sensation you felt in your body; confused, you looked down at yourself.

Slowly, you reached for the front of your jacket, pulling the right side away from your waist to see red.

For a moment, you lost track of reality with the ringing suddenly in your ears— like alarms going off. A hot sensation rippled through your body from the red patch and you slowly brought your panicked gaze up.

"Y-Yoongi," you called his name in a whisper and instantly he turned to you, the relief on his face falling to horror when he looked down.

All of a sudden your legs felt weak and your visual lost its vibrancy. Luckily, Jungkook still had a hold on you, and stunted your collapse but before he could do anything else Yoongi pushed him away. On the ground with you, he brought your head onto his knees, cradling your face in his large hands while he looked down at you.

"No, this isn't happening— not you," he begged, uncaring of his tears or audience.

"I-I'm scared Yoongi," you croaked, finding it hard to gather the energy for anything more, but you tried. You fought with every ounce you could to lift your hand up to his face.

"Shh baby, you don't need to be scared. I'm going to fix you," he closed his eyes, forcing himself to believe those words himself as he dropped his head to yours, hand desperately holding yours against his wet cheek.

"I know a surgeon, I'm flying him out now," Soryu's voice sounded distant, despite you seeing him just a few feet away through your fading vision.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry Yn. This is all my fault," Yoongi breathed shakily above you, holding you closer to his body the heavier you grew. "I'm going to fix you, you're going to be okay," he repeated, or pleaded, as he rocked his body lightly.

You just smiled wistfully, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open.

"This wasn't your fault," you shook your head, because Yoongi needed to know that. "And I love you," you whispered, wanting those to be your final words before you parted from the mortal plane.

Now you could leave peacefully. You were ready.