Corrupt: A BTS Fanfic Book One [Completed]

Chapter 8: Safehouse

We all sat infront of the fire place in silence. First there were seven... Now there are four.

Taehyung was resting in the other room. He'll be alright. He has to.

I noticed Yoongi had been staring at a empty chair across from him. I realized it could only be one other person's. The scene of Namjoon looking back at me with fear as the Lunatics shot him and dragged him away just before the door closed haunted my mind. Why? This is all my fault. If we never went into the Quikki Mart we would have never gotten caught. Hoseok would have never gotten killed. Taehyung would have never gotten hurt. Namjoon wouldn't of had to save Taehyung.... He wouldn't of gotten killed.

"Want some soup?" Jimin handed me a bowl of chicken noodle "Yeah, thanks." I winced as I sat myself up "Yoongi?" Jimin gestured a bowl of soup to him "Not hungry." Yoongi said, staring at Namjoon's chair "Suit yourself." Jimin walked back by me "You should give this to Taehyung... He needs it." I nodded and set my soup aside. Jimin helped me up slowly.I made my way to Taehyung's room fearing to see his wounded body.

"Taehyung? Are you awake? I have some soup for you." He coughed and opened his eyes slowly as I set the soup down and kneeled next to him "How do you feel?" "Like I'm at death's door... Better now that you're here though." He mumbled softly "This is all my fault." I held his hand and tears came to my eyes "It's not your fault, you didn't know." Taehyung told me weakly. I stared into his eyes "God, I love you." I kissed his hand "I love you so much, you don't understand how much you mean to me." The tears came down my cheeks "I love you too." Taehyung squeezed my hand lightly, almost like he had no energy left in him to blink "Jin?" "Yeah?" "You're my everything." I hugged him and we both cried "I'm not losing you..." He sighed "Taehyung... You aren't telling me something, aren't you?" "No I-" "Tell me the truth." "The truth hurts." "Tell me anyway... I can bear the pain." I wasn't prepared for what he told me though "You what?!?!" I said shocked. He cried harder "I told you Jin... I don't have much time left... I can feel it." "N-No..." "It doesn't matter Jin. Let's just enjoy the time we have now." "But I can't lose you... I just got you." "I know."

I hung out with him while he ate his soup slowly "Thanks... It was good." "Your welcome." He handed me the bowl and I set it on his bedside table "Goodnight. Sleep well." He told me while laying down "Not before I kiss you first." "I can live with that." I bent down and kissed his forehead "Love you." "Love you too." "See you in the morning." I walked out slowly waiting for him to say the same. What scared me though is that he never did.

"Is he... Doing okay?" Yoongi asked "Y-Yeah... I suppose you could say that." He nodded slowly. I finished my soup while wondering why Taehyung thought/knew he would die soon... And why he didn't say "see you in the morning."

Later it was time to sleep. I was exhausted, it was a long day, and my wounds didn't help make it better. Trying to sleep was the worst part. I decided I would just go sit next to Taehyung. I got up carefully and walked to his room "Jimin?" He was in the kitchen "Oh hi. I was hungry..." He held up a sandwich "Peanut butter and jam." I smirked and nodded. We both started laughing but then we both froze and looked down "Namjoon..." Jimin shook his head and continued spreading jam on his bread. I sighed and made my way to Taehyung's room. Jams. Jimin's jams. Namjoon. My fault.

"I know you're not awake..." I held his hand "But I just couldn't sleep..." I looked over to him and realized his chest wasn't rising "Taehyung?!" I sat up and tried to find his pulse. Nothing "T-Taehyung Please!" My heart raced and I held his limp wrist, searching for a pulse. Nothing "No, no, no, no!" I ran into the kitchen "Jimin! T-Taehyung! H-He's not-" Jimin dropped his sandwich "Breathing?!" I nodded my head "Oh shit!" He yelled.We ran to Yoongi's room "Yoongi! Get the hell up!!" "If it's not noon it's too early." He moaned "Taehyungs not breathing you idiot!" He shot up "What?!" He jumped out of bed and we all rushed to Taehyung's room "No pulse?!" Yoongi asked "Nothing!" I replied and started to cry as he tried again to find his pulse

"He's.... Dead."

Yoongi sat there shocked next to Jimin who was quickly reading a medical book. I remembered his last words "Love you too" I choked on my tears "Not Taehyung... Not my jagi..." I stared at his limp, injured body "This is all my fault."