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💀In The Grip Of Madness😠Final Part

   The gunshot echoed through the small apartment, the smell of gunpowder stinging Taehyung's nostrils. Time seemed to distort, each second stretching into agonizing eternity. He saw the shock in Jeongguk's eyes, mirrored by his disbelief. Jimin, the jovial bartender, the confidante, the friend... a killer?

  "Jimin, what the hell?" Jeongguk's voice was hoarse, filled with a mixture of confusion and betrayal.

   Jimin's crazed laughter filled the room, bouncing off the bare walls.

   "You fools! Did you think she could escape? She was mine, always has been!" He gestured with the gun towards the lifeless woman on the floor. "And you," he snarled, pointing the weapon at Jeongguk, "you were getting too close. Always poking around, asking fucking questions."

   Taehyung felt a surge of adrenaline. He had to act fast. He lunged forward, tackling Jimin just as another shot rang out. The force of the impact sent them crashing into a small table, sending a vase of dried flowers shattering on the floor.

   Momentarily stunned, Jeongguk reacted with instincts honed from years of diving into dangerous depths. He dove for the fallen gun, his fingers closing around the cold metal.

   A struggle ensued, a chaotic dance of desperation and fury. Taehyung, despite his military training, found himself outmatched by Jimin's frenzied strength. But just as Jimin wrestled free, gaining the upper hand, a shot rang out.

    Jimin froze, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared down at the blossoming red stain on his chest. He stumbled back, his gun clattering to the floor, a look of surprise and betrayal etched on his face.

   Behind him stood Yoongi, the musician, his pale face grim, his hand steady as he held a small pistol. "You messed with the wrong neighborhood, Jimin," he said, his voice surprisingly firm.

   Jimin collapsed, his body hitting the floor with a sickening thud. The room fell silent, the only sound of the three men's ragged breathing and the refrigerator's faint hum.

   Taehyung and Jeongguk exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They had survived, but the cost had been high. The woman who had sought refuge in death, the sister who had tried to escape her past, lay dead, another victim of a twisted obsession.

   The police arrived, sirens wailing, breaking the tense silence. The apartment, once a sanctuary, now became a crime scene, swarming with officers and investigators. Taehyung and Jeongguk recounted the events, their voices numb, the shock still fresh.

   As they stepped out of the building, the setting sun casting long shadows across the street, a sense of weariness washed over them. They had faced the darkness, confronted the madness, and emerged victorious, but the scars of the encounter would linger.

  "It's over," Jeongguk said, his voice heavy with emotion.

   Taehyung nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "It's over," he echoed, but a nagging doubt lingered. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, a hidden layer they had yet to uncover.

   As they walked away, Yoongi lingered behind, his gaze fixed on the apartment door. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, a shadow of a secret hidden behind his quiet demeanor.

    He turned and disappeared into the building, leaving Taehyung and Jeongguk with the unsettling feeling that, despite the apparent resolution, the story was far from over.

   The truth, it seemed, was still lurking in the shadows, waiting to be revealed.

                         🔫End🔫
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