The Bangtan Wall

Chaos And A Marriage Proposal

Practically being shoved under the table, RM shouts, "Stay here!"

"The hell I am!" Shouts Sora as she pulls her revolver out from under the hem of her dress.

RM pleads with her, "Please, baby, stay with Lorrie and keep her safe."

Sora relents, and he kisses her, "I love you, Sora. Marry me when we get out of this."

She nods as she scoots under the table and looks at you. "Now he asks me?" She rolls her eyes.

You both watch as everyone starts pulling their guns out and shooting. Jin shoves Jungkook under the table with you.

"NO! Let me go, hyung!" he is fighting Jin even as his eyes are swollen from crying.

In shock, you and Sora gasp as Jin punches Jungkook, knocking him out cold. He shakes his hand in pain, "Damn, he has a hard jaw. Sora, Lorrie, keep him here. He's in no shape to be involved in a gunfight."

You both nod, and Jin quickly stands, pulling his semi-automatic out, and runs to join the others. 

Sora has her phone out, her fingers rapidly moving. Then she stuffs the phone in her cleavage. She looks over at you, staring at her, "It's as good a place as any to keep it for now."

You blankly nod, still too stunned to speak. You look over at Kooki and pull his limp body close, keeping your arms around him.

'My little brother. I have a brother.'  You place your head on his shoulder as silent tears fall.

You can't tell where Jimin is in all the chaos and you're scared for him. You keep trying to look around at all the legs and chairs and tipping tables to find Jimin. You had to know if he was still alive. Several bodies were lying on the floor, and you were too terrified to try to figure out who they were.

Suddenly, you hear your name, look up from under the tablecloth, and scream in terror.

"Well, if it isn't that little bitch Lorrie." His smile is as evil as your father's was.  Your father's best friend and right-hand man is standing there smirking at you.

"Because of you and that bastard," He gestures his gun towards Jungkook, shouting, "I have lost everything, everything!" 

He turns the gun and aims at you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the pain as you hold tighter to a still-unconscious Jungkook. A shot is heard, temporally deafening you. Sora had fired, but unknown to you, she had missed because he kicked her hand.

Unaware to you both, across the room, having seen the man work his way over to the table you, Sora, and Jungkook were under, Jimin took aim and, with deathly precision, shot the man at the same time Sora's gun went off. 

When you open your eyes, you see the stunned look on the man's face—a bullet wound right between his eyes. You gasp as he pulls the trigger, and he falls. You flinch and scream, but nothing hurts.

Jimin desperately wants to run and check on you, but he has to join Jin and help rid him of the man trying to kill him. All Jimin can think as he glances to where you are, 'Please love be ok, please.'

 Watching your father's best friend hit the floor unmoving, the gun having slid from his hand, you look at Sora and say in astonishment, "He missed?"

You both sigh and share a brief smile of relief. Feeling something warm running down your arm, you look and scream.

 "Jungkook!!"

 He had been shot.  Sora grabs several cloth napkins that had fallen from the table when the chaos started, and she applies pressure to Jungkook's wound on his upper arm.

"Shh, sweetheart, he will be alright. The bullet just grazed his skin." 

Still crying, you look at her, "I don't want him to die."

"He won't, I promise, not from this. Though I believe he will be mad as hell."

"Why would he be mad?" you ask her and then watch as she swiftly removes the napkins. You see that part of his upper tattoo had been removed by the bullet as it went across his skin. 

All you can do is whisper, "Oh, probably." 

She swiftly moves the napkins back over the wound, holding pressure. Suddenly, she looks out across the room from under the table. The sound of fighting and chaos has quickly escalated, and she knows why and smiles.

Scared and wondering why she is smiling, you ask her, "What is it? What's happening?"

"The festivities have just begun, don't be afraid sweetheart." 

Her party, she had texted earlier, had entered followed by Jackson's men. Both her men and Jackson's had not left but waited nearby. Both parties knew that three bosses of powerful syndicates in one building could bring trouble. And they were right and it wasn't the first time they had worked side by side.

The increase in noise must have reached Jungkook's consciousness. You hear Jungkook moaning and look at him, "Kooki, are you okay?" 

He still hasn't opened his eyes. "Arm . . . jaw . . . arm . . . pain," he manages to mumble out as he grimaces, yet doesn't regain full consciousness.