Three Options [JINKOOK]

Chapter 13

Third person p.o.v

Jungkook screamed and jumped out of Taehyung's way. But Taehyung caught his shoulder instead and shoved him into the wall, bumping his head on it with a loud thud. The younger thrashed around as Taehyung tried to get his hands around his neck in a desperate hurry. 

Jin kicked into action as he darted towards them shouting, 'Let him go.' He grabbed Taehyung from behind his shoulders and yanked him off the younger. Taehyung scrambled backward and Jin pushed him into the closet door. The wooden door rattled against the force as his body crashed into it. 

"Fucking leave this house!" Jin shouted in anger, veins popping on his neck. Taehyung got onto his feet and hauled into Jin, even before he could prepare himself. Both brothers fell onto the bed in a tangle and Jin was quick enough to recover from the fall. He kicked Taehyung's leg, punched him in the face and shoved him aside by the face. 

But Taehyung wasn't going to lose either. He shouted swear words and made his way back to Jin who was now laying face up on the bed. Jin tried to move away but it was too late. Taehyung got his hands around his neck and pressed him down with an inhuman force. 

Jin gagged and clawed at his hands, trying to get off the tightening grip. But it only made things worse. Taehyung climbed on top of his and flexed his muscles, giving a deadly pressure into his fingers. Jin thrashed around, his fingernails digging into Taehyung's hands flesh.

Jungkook watched them in terror. He became so afraid, that he felt like hyperventilating. He knew he had to do something. And do it fast. His eyes frantically searched the room, trying to spot an effective weapon. He wanted something heavy. Something which could bring Taehyung down with one blow. Like a baseball bat or something. 

But all he could see were tons and tons of books, file holders and papers. They were stacked up everywhere. Jungkook put strength into his limbs and went over to the desk and shoved them aside. The papers scattered and flew around him. But he found nothing. Not even a stapler. He looked back and saw Jin's hands loosening their power and coming off. 

Jungkook turned back and felt around the handle for the drawer. Then he pulled it open with a loud screech. He shoved aside the notebooks on top and found a weapon. A weapon he never expected in his life to find inside Kim Seokjin's drawer.

A gun.

It looked shiny and new. And tempting. 

Jungkook wrapped his trembling fingers around it's grip and slowly, pulled it out. The weapon weighed a frightening amount of pounds. Maybe it was the bullets inside.

Jungkook almost knew nothing about guns. He had never even held one before. But he knew the shot's gonna be fatal. No mistakes. No going backs. 

Suddenly, Jin's throat made an awful sound and it made Jungkook come out of his trance. He saw Jin's hands had fallen aside and his face gone pale. His eyes were big and watery. He was struggling to breath.

Jungkook felt a rage. A rage he had never felt before. A rage he never knew existed. Anger pulsed it's way through his veins and he felt adrenaline rushing through his entire body. That moment he knew it was only death for him. For Taehyung. It was like he lost control over his own body. 

He had seen people load guns in movies. He moved his thumb over the safety lever and pulled it down. The weapon made a clicking sound and he made certain it was loaded. He took a few steps ahead and raised it with shaking hands. The muzzle aligned with Taehyung's head. 

"Beat it Taehyung!!" he shouted, from the top of his lungs. "Or I'll shoot your fucking brains out!!"

But Taehyung wasn't listening. He had his beastly eyes on Jin, who was losing it under him. Jin's face looked dreadfully pale and he had given up moving. Like he was ready for let his breath go away. 

BANG!

The deafening sound hit the walls and echoed back in an equally agonizing crash. 

BANG!!

BANG!!!

Jungkook's finger pulled the trigger like a programmed robot, bullet after bullet leaving the muzzle. Then he let the gun drop off his hands and it landed on the wooden floor with a loud metallic thud. 

He saw a couple of things in a time span of five seconds. Large blood stains over the back wall and window, Taehyung going down like tree and Jin starting to breath once again with a loud gasp. Then everything went black and the young boy collapsed onto the floor, beside the loaded Glock-17. 

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Seokjin p.o.v

I sat. Sat there on the blood covered bed without making a sound. Without moving around. I just sat there and watched the scenario laying before me. Watching and analysing. 

On my left, My brother had sprawled across the bed in a pool of blood with three bullet holes on one side of his head. On my right, my boyfriend was laying on the bed, passed out. I scratched my head with both of my blood covered hands and tried to get the terrifying thoughts off my head like lice.  But they didn't come off. They just stuck there, lingering and growing like leeches. 

I shook my head violently and made my way out of the bed in a beeline. It felt like I had never learnt to walk in the first place. I stumbled across the room and stepped into the bathroom. Walked in front of the mirror and screamed. 

Yes, I was scared of my own reflexion. 

My whole face, hair and upper body were covered in blood and flesh. A small lump of a gooey thing hung from my nose and a couple more from my hair locks. It was like I had devoured a deer out alive. Bloody and scary as hell. 

That exact moment, I knew I shouldn't let Jungkook see any of this. Not again. 

I ran back to my room in a hurry and carried Jungkook to Taehyung's room. Laid him on his bed, removed the white yet red dotted bath robe and walked back into the bathroom. 

I dumped the robe along with my boxers into the laundry bucket. Ran a hot bath and got into it. A minute later the water turned into light pink by washing the blood stains off my skin. I leaned back with just my nose popping out of the water. 

I needed to relax. 

I needed to plan. 

I needed to weigh my options.