Yoongi's POV
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"I love all of you too..."
Jimin almost let out a breath of relief until I looked at the gun. I could already feel the tears streaming down my face as I looked Jimin in the eyes, fear fueling my tears.
"But I'm not going to suffer any longer."
Suddenly, everything slowed down. My heart, my mind, my arm holding the gun, everything was going slow.
A strange sense of euphoria washed over me and everything was okay. I didn't feel fear or numb. I just felt ー okay.
I'm fine.
The gun no longer felt heavy in my hands and I could feel a small smile spreading on my face. I was happy for the first time in a hell of a long time, and I never wanted this feeling to end...
I brought the gun up slowly, for some reason, I felt no need to rush. I just felt all of my worries float away, and I could drown in this feeling forever.
That was until I felt clammy hands grab my wrist and my reactions were too slow to realize I had already pulled the trigger. I flinched as the frighteningly loud boom went off and I waited to possibly feel pain.
It didn't happen, instead I felt hands holding onto my wrist as if it was an anchor and a warm, sticky liquid sprayed onto my face.
Where's the white light? Am I going to Hell?
I was confused, so fucking confused about everything that was going on, so I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry, a mass of smudged black and blue and white. It took a couple blinks before my sight cleared up.
It was Jin, his face was flashing so many emotions that I didn't understand what was happening until I noticed the gun buried right between the ridges in his ribcage.
I shot him.
He was trembling, sucking in air in shallow, strangled breaths. I felt my eyes open just as wide as his and that was when he fell forward, knocking all of his weight into me, causing the both of us to stumble.
I felt the back of my legs hit my bed and we suddenly fell forward. He still had my wrist in a steel grip while I used my free hand to stall the fall. Pain shot up from my wrist and I cried out, almost collapsing onto Jin.
The room was silent besides his strangled breathing when suddenly, something fucking snapped in me.
"Jin! What the fuckin hell is wrong with you?" I heard my voice crack like hell and Jin jerked involuntarily, attempting to give a small smile that looked more like a grimace.
"I- I ju..." His lips were still moving yet no sound was coming out.
Jimin and Tiffany had rushed by his side, after their shock subsided. Tiffany threw the gun somewhere into the corner of the room and pressed hard into the gun wound.
That's when I took a glance at it.
It was terrible, blood was pouring out with each beat of Jin's heart. His clothes and skin were drenched yet I still fucking managed to see his flesh shredded and that's when I knew he wouldn't make it.
