The Bangtan Wall

The Party's Over

Shouts and fighting increase but there is a slight decrease in gunfire. The shuffling of men fighting hand to hand is heard, along with grunts, moans, and shifting of bodies. Stern words and orders to just 'shut up' and 'get the fuck up' are randomly heard around the room. 

Yoongi, having downed a man behind the bar, suddenly pops back up with a bottle in hand and firmly smashes the head of the man, trying to choke one of Sora's men, Jiho. The man drops unconscious to the floor, and Jiho smiles, "Thanks," as he tenderly rubs his throat.

Yoongi smiles back and notices the bottle in his hand is a bottle of his favorite whiskey. He smirks at Sora's man, who smiles and nods. Grabbing two tumblers, Yoongi pours them a drink. They clink the glasses together as they calmly lean on the bar, looking across the room.  They sadly watch the semi-settled chaos of the clean-up after an exciting get-together, knowing the party is coming to an end.

"Great party, huh?" smiles Yoongi.

"Sora throws the best." They both laugh, and Yoongi refills their tumblers.

"It ended all too soon," says Yoongi as he takes another mouthful of whiskey and savors the taste on his tongue. 

Jiho frowns, "Too true, my friend, too true." They clink glasses and return to watching the clean-up.

Taehyung is helping tie up some of the party crashers, while J Hope has found a first aid kit and is helping Sora and Jackson's men patch each other up.

Unexpectedly, you feel a hand reach under the table and grasp hold of your leg. Startled, you scream, pulling Jungkook closer to you and Sora while kicking at who grabbed you.

"Baby, it's okay. It's okay." Crouching down and looking under the table, Jimin looks quickly at Sora and asks, "Are you all okay?"

 He turns his worried gaze back to you, "Are you hurt?" 

All you wanted was to crawl into Jimin's arms and leave this place, but you couldn't, wouldn't let go of your little brother.

Sora sighed in relief that they must have control of the fight if Jimin could stop long enough to check on them, not that she ever had any doubts.

 "A bullet grazed Jungkook. He was bleeding, but it's stopped." Sora tells him.

Jimin panics, "Koo was shot!?"  Seeing the blood on your arm and side, his face goes pale. He reaches out to you, "Baby . . . is that, is that your blood? Have you been hurt, too?"

Before you can answer, Namjoon, Jin, and Jackson lift the table away. 

You can sit up now, but you won't let Jungkook go as you pull him onto your lap. Jimin sits beside you.

 "Love, let me move, Kooki, okay? I need to see if you're hurt, too." 

With fear still in your eyes, you won't let him go. Jimin reaches out to try to take Jungkook from your arms as he coos comforting words to soothe you.

Namjoon reaches down to Sora and helps her stand, pulling her in his arms. He kisses her in desperation, like a man who has almost lost his heart.

She breaks the kiss, "We are getting married, right?" she asks, smiling up at him. He bestows his cutest, dimpled smile upon her.

 "Yes, my love. You name the date."

"Tomorrow," she jokingly says, knowing Namjoon wants a full wedding ceremony.

He softly laughs, "I wish it could have been last year or the year before that, or . .  ." She stops him with a kiss.

You hold Jungkook even closer as Jimin tries to pull him away. You whisper, "I'm ok," still in shock, you don't want to let your baby brother go. 

Jackson kneels, caressing your cheek. "Let me have him, love." Lifting Jungkook in his arms, you slowly let your hands slip from him.

 You collapse into Jimin's open arms, softly crying. He kisses the top of your head. "Thank God you're ok." He strokes your hair and lets his hand slide down to caress your cheek, wiping your trail of tears.

You tilt your face to look into his, "You're safe, you're not hurt? Please tell me you're not hurt."

"I'm fine, baby." He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you up to stand. Then he wraps his arms tightly around you, holding you as close to his heart as he can.

 "I love you so much. I thought I had lost you when I couldn't get to you." You feel his tears drop to your cheek, and you look up at him, caress them away, and gently pull him into a kiss.

Jackson is carrying Jungkook in his arms as he walks through the dimming chaos of bodies being moved and injured being helped. He turns and announces. "Half of my men . . . ," He quickly pauses, looking over at Sora. She nods. "And half of Sora's, please take the trash out."  

They know what he means and get to work removing the party crashers, conscious and unconscious. 

He looks around the room, seeing RM and Sora's men tending to their wounded, and nods with satisfaction. "RM, Sora, your people can follow mine. They will be well taken care of at our private medical facility."

Jackson continues on his way to exit, heading to his private limo to get Jungkook looked after by one of his doctors when he hears Jungkook moaning and looks down at him, "You awake, kid?"

Jungkook mumbles, "I'm not a kid." He opens his eyes and then squeezes them shut, "Owe, my face." he tenderly places a hand on his jaw.

Jackson uses his foot to pull out a nearby chair and lets Jungkook sit. He keeps his hands on the youngest's shoulders for stability. "You've been through a lot today. Sit here for a bit. There is still a lot of trash in the way."

With his bandaged hand, Jin comes up to Jackson and Jungkook with worry etched on his face, "How's my muscle bunny?" 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Hyung, please not in front of the others." His cheeks slightly blush with embarrassment.

Jungkook suddenly remembers why his jaw hurts. He looks accusingly up at Jin, "You punched me!? You actually knocked me out!?"

Now it's Jin's turn to blush, "Um, I'm sorry, Kooki, but . . . " He expected his maknae to be angry, and he felt he deserved it, but then Jungkook smiled proudly.

"Great right hook, hyung!" He starts to reach up for a fist bump with Jin but rapidly stops, "Owe, owe my arm. Did you punch me there too?" 

Jin was in mid-fist bump when he realized just in time to switch to his uninjured hand. Jungkook switched hands too, and they completed the fist bump, grinning at each other.

Jungkook looked at his arm, wondering why it was hurting so badly.

"Dammit to hell!" he yells.

Jin sternly says, "Watch your language maknae," when he sees what Jungkook sees, "Dammit! Koo, you were shot!" 

They both look at each other and then back at his arm, where a strip of his upper tattoo is missing.