Supremacy || Taekook

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Maybe I was naive?

"It's g-gonna be okay... It's g-gonna be okay Jungkook..."

Jimin stammered, in my arms, his head falling back, his voice suffering.

I walked forward, eyes wide, head erect, as if suddenly robotic: my movements were now mechanical. They were neither slow nor fast.

Maybe this was all my fault after all?

"It's g-going to be okay..." He repeated, over and over again.

Or Taehyung's fault?

What if I went back to the beginning?

Who locked me here? Who forced me to live this Hell?

Taehyung? Because he implied I was going to die if I quit?

Namjoon? Because he was the one who called Taehyung instead of letting me go?

What if I came back to myself again?

It was me. From the beginning.

How many times has Taehyung given me a false opportunity to walk away? As if he had pretended to have to guard me or I would die, whereas if I had left, he would have done nothing more than stand still and watch me disappear.

I had entered the network independently of my will, and I had remained of my own will.

Taehyung had made me believe that I couldn't leave, even though he had given me free will from the start. And I always knew it.

I pretended not to know. I pretended to be stuck in this world to stay there.

I was just a coward.

"E-Everything is fine, e-everything... Everything i-is going to be fine..." My friend continued.

I didn't even look at him, just walking , still, one arm under his knees, the other behind his back, to hold him against me. His arms were hanging, his head tilted back, and blood from his wound and lips was dripping to the ground.

He was bleeding out.

And I didn't know what else to do, apart from heading towards the others.

So, once I reached the door, wearing a probably blank and absent expression, I pushed it open with a big kick. Jimin grimaced, and tried to open his eyes , half. lips parted.

I got a few looks at me when I placed my colleague on the ground, lying against the wall.

I straightened up, stood up, and examined the room in which it was chaos, even though everyone was heading little by little into the gardens. All the tables and doors that had served as shelters were riddled with bullets and were no longer effective . This was undoubtedly how the fight continued outside.

But there were a few people left.

And, among them, Ava.

"Jungkook?!" she shouted, surprised to see me so harmless, my arms dangling, my weapon put away.

She quickly walked towards me. She had a scratch on her cheek.

Her eyes landed on Jimin.

"It is..."

"I don't know what to do." I whispered.

And it was true. It was obvious.

I did not know what to do.

I did not know what to do.

"Take shelter, I'll take care of it."

I watched her tear the bottom of her dress. She froze and stared at me when she saw that I didn't move.