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43. Trap?

Jimin's Pov

The grainy CCTV image flickered, replaying the same scene over and over, like a broken record stuck on a single, terrible moment.

I stared at the screen, my brow furrowed, my heart hammering in my chest. It was gruesome, a replay of a night I desperately wanted to forget.

The image of Hoseok lying on the ground, motionless, was a haunting echo of my guilt. The memory of that night was a blurry, drunken mess, a distorted reflection of reality. But the footage was crystal clear, showing the bullet, undeniably fired from my gun, entering Hoseok's stomach.

It felt like a punch in the gut, the weight of my actions crushing me. I was sure I had pulled the trigger, sure I had seen Hoseok crumple to the ground, his lifeblood staining the pavement crimson but now he is alive.

Jimin : "No, it can't be,"

I muttered, my voice a dry rasp. My fingers trembled as I rewound the footage again, desperately searching for an inconsistency, a sliver of hope. I watched Hoseok, his body jerking slightly after the bullet hit, but never collapsing. He staggered to his knees, clutching his stomach, but never surrendering to the ground.

Jimin : "Was it... the angle?"

I whispered, my mind racing. The alcohol had clouded my judgement that night, every detail, every action felt distorted, blurred by the haze.

I remembered the faint ringing in my ears, the distorted vision, the misplaced confidence that had led me to pull the trigger. I had been so sure I had hit the target, so sure I had taken a life. Maybe... maybe I hadn't aimed right. Maybe the bullet just grazed him, causing an injury .

Clicking to the next frame, I watched with a mix of dread and relief. The blood, I realized, wasn't flowing as profusely as I remembered. Hoseok, though clearly injured, was still conscious, still writhing in pain, but alive , so in drunken State I didn't killed him properly..

Jimin : "I didn't kill him,"

I breathed, a weight lifting off my chest, replaced by a crushing wave of shame.

Jimin : "I injured him. I hurt him, but I didn't kill him."

My gaze lingered on Hoseok's agonized face. The man I was so sure I had killed, the man who was, miraculously, still alive. It was a terrible realization, a mix of relief and self-loathing.

I had been so reckless, so careless, so drunk. But I hadn't taken a life. There was a sliver of hope in that, a flicker of light in the darkness of my guilt.

I had a chance to make things right, to face the consequences of my actions. The guilt wouldn't disappear, it would forever be a shadow hanging over me, but I could at least try to make amends, to find some semblance of redemption.

The air hung thick with relief and confusion. It was clear now - I hadn't killed Hoseok. The tension that had gripped me for days finally eased, replaced by a different kind of ache, a deeper, more personal pain.

Yoongi's joy at seeing Hoseok alive... it was like a punch to the gut. I watched them, the way Yoongi's eyes lit up when Hoseok spoke, the way he leaned in to listen, his whole demeanor radiating warmth and affection.

It stung. I knew it was stupid. Hoseok was alive, that was all that mattered. But my heart, it tangled in a knot of insecurity. I loved Yoongi. I loved him with a fierceness that consumed me, a love that felt bigger than myself. But was it enough? Did he love me back, the way I loved him?

My mind raced. Could he ever love me the way I loved him, the way he loved Hoseok? I felt a familiar hollowness, a deep-seated fear that echoed through my being. It was a fear that had been with me for years, a fear that whispered, "You are not worthy of love."