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Yoongi Chapter 1: Misfire

[A/N: Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for reading!  Also, thank you for waiting for this newest part, I just finished exams at school and now there will be much more time to write, yaaaay! It seems Yoongi's is the first route I'll be releasing, I happened to be insfired regarding his storyline and he also happened to be popular in the poll. If you're really hoping for another member, don't worry, i'll be systematically going through all of them. Just as a note, the members of BigBang will largely be antagonists in this fic, but I have no beef with them or the fandom, I'm a VIP as well as an ARMY <3 If you have any feedback, feel free to let me know.  Much love to all of you and I hope your summers are wonderful :) --Jaden]

BANG.

The gunshot rings in your ears.

Hot tears slide down your cheeks.

Your eyes squeeze shut.

You wait for the impact of that round to shatter your skull, but there's nothing. Only silence. You briefly wonder if it has already happened and this is what death feels like, like nothing.

Slowly, slowly, you open your eyes. The figures around you are frozen like wax dolls, their faces contorted in shock. You scan the scene around you, but don't process any of it.

The Leader is in front of you, his gun raised. But it's no longer pointed at you. You turn your eyes and see a bullet hole in the wall no more than six inches from your head. For the first time in what seems like an eternity, you let out a shaky breath. Sink to your knees.

"Yoongi."

You force yourself to raise your head at the sound of the Leader's voice, and that's when it hits you. There's Suga, unmoving, with his hand on the gun. He looks as surprised as everyone else, but there's no mistaking it—he just saved your life. He gulps. He parts his lips and you expect him to speak, but no sound escapes them.

"What are you doing, Yoongi?"

There's less venom in that voice than you anticipated. But instead of answering his boss, Suga firmly grasps the gun, looks straight into your eyes, and empties the remaining five rounds into the floor.

This snaps everyone out of their stupor. Taehyung lunges for you, presumably to help you escape, but Jimin pulls you up from the floor to restrain you, and Jin and Jungkook hold your old friend back without a word. He flails, roaring like a caged beast, and J-Hope pulls his own gun from his belt, taking aim at your chest with a frostbite-inducing expression you never thought his face was capable of. He cocks it, prompting more wailing from Taehyung.

"Enough."

It only takes one word. Everyone stops, even Taehyung, and silence ensues.

"You two, get V out of here, now. Hobi, Jimin, you, too. I need a word with Yoongi."

Jin and Jungkook march a deflated Taehyung out first, and J-Hope files out behind them, humming a cheerful tune like he's leaving a picnic rather than the scene of an almost-murder. Jimin nudges you toward his boss, does a small bow, and makes himself scarce. Now it's just you, the Leader, and Suga, still holding the gun, staring at the holes he just put in the floorboards.

"Explain yourself. Now."

Suga gently sets the gun on the table. His disinterested expression has returned. "There's nothing to explain."

"Don't give me that shit," the Leader growls. "Why did you stop me?"

"No reason, really."

"And my floor?"

"You'd have destroyed it yourself eventually." Suga mutters, and you wonder how he can throw an insult at the God of Destruction so carelessly and escape with his life.