Requested by fairyxkth
warning: violence, descriptions of injury
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There was a loud crash. Taehyung stirred. He couldn't sleep anymore. He listened carefully.
It seemed like the front door was creaking open. There was another thump. Was it someone coming home late? But that didn't make any sense because they had all been at dinner last night.
Then, footsteps. They were coming down the hall, each one of them more distinct than the last. They were wearing boots. Nobody wore boots inside the house.
This was a stranger.
Taehyung sprang up. As quietly as he could, he slipped out of his room and came out into the staircase's landing. In the hallway, he could see someone moving.
He came down the stairs, praying that nothing would creak.
The footsteps continued. They came deeper into the hall. A few more steps, and then they would see Taehyung there, clad in his pajamas and messy bed hair.
Taehyung took a few more steps forward. He needed to see who it was.
"Who's there?" he called.
The footsteps stopped. Maybe they were going to leave, Taehyung thought. Yes, the danger was over.
But all of a sudden, the footsteps charged forward. Taehyung heard a click.
Through the moonlight filtering in through a distant window, he saw the glint of the gun pointed straight at him. The person's face was masked. Taehyung couldn't make out any facial features at all.
Raw fear pulsed through him like never before.
But he didn't have any time to think about it because suddenly, the gun went off. The sharpest, most burning pain that you could ever imagine burst through his chest. It was so bad that he collapsed onto the side of the stairs. His head smacked against the banister.
He tried to breathe. He couldn't. Everything had closed up.
The person stalked past him.
Taehyung's thoughts flitted to the others. He needed to let them know somehow! But he couldn't move at all, unless...
With superhuman strength and his teeth grinding against each other to prevent himself from screaming, he got to his feet. The first few steps were chaos. He clutched the railing of the stairs and pulled himself up to the first step.
The pointy metal of the railing dug into his fingers. He gripped harder. Each step was a mountain. Each teardrop was a waterfall.
The shooter was still moping around downstairs, but they would definitely be back to go upstairs. Taehyung needed to go up quickly.
With sheer strength, he managed to pull himself up each of the stairs. His arms were working harder than his legs. He couldn't breathe at all. Sweat soaked his shirt completely, making it stick to his back. He was suffocating.
Taehyung staggered into the nearest room. Jungkook's.
He couldn't talk at all. His voice only came out as a thin whisper.
"Hyung!"
Jungkook was wide awake for whatever reason. He scrambled up in his bed. When he grasped Taehyung's hand, it was sweaty and shaky.
"Hyung, what happened to you? Did you get shot? I heard something..."
The words sounded completely surreal. Shot? Taehyung? No...
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