road trip.

[32] past midnight

yup. three updates. you lucky lucky people.
sharmila's in a good mood today :]
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jungkook focus
the man who had joined in the laughter aimed at taehyung earlier, steps closer to jungkook whilst sliding a bony hand into his jacket pocket. when he retracts his hand, a glinting pocket knife shines a purple hue under the fluorescent lighting.

jungkook feels taehyung's hand on his shoulder go lax.

"better wipe that smile off your face, darlin' because—" jungkook doesn't wait to listen to the man's words: he lifts a sneaker clad foot into the air and harshly jams the hard soles of his shoes against the man's ribcage, making him topple over backwards from the impact. the tiny pocket knife falls out of the man's grip and lands on the slightly sticky dance floor, disappearing behind many people's dancing feet.

almost immediately, the younger takes the older by the hand and tugs him through the crowd, the grip on his wrist tightening with every second.
taehyung, feeling his stomach twist and churn with sour bile, staggers after jungkook's ever quickening pace. he barrels into people and knocks half a dozen of them out but jungkook doesn't care—

"ah!" jungkook swiftly looks over his shoulder to see taehyung caught by one of the gangster's men. a well built man shoves taehyung's head into the crook of his arm, forcing the boy's throat against the crook of his inner elbow, making the air scarce for taehyung who gasps out, digging nails deep into the man's sweaty bicep.

jungkook wastes no time in advancing on the man and a kinda blue faced taehyung ––however before he could punch the fuck out of the guy strangling taehyung, sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders, yanking his backwards into someone's chest. he grinds his teeth together in irritation as he wildly swings a punch into the air, it's a successful shot as he manages to connect his fist with someone's jaw. he jerks away from the hands holding him back to see a man cupping his jaw, face scrunched up in pain and howling loudly over the thump of music.
jungkook throws a punch again but his fist gets caught by the howling man's hand. the man yanks his arm behind him, pulling hard as if he was planning on snapping the tendons in jungkook's arm. despite the pressure and pain building in his shoulder joint, jungkook grapples for the m9 gun shoved securely behind the waistband of his jeans.

getting a gun out in a club is a stupid stupid idea, a tinny voice in the back of jungkook's head calls out. but jungkook's built up rage violently quashes the voice.

he finds purchase of the weapons and slowly lowers the glinting gun to his side, pointing the mouth of the gun towards the guy (who's now practically trying to snap his arm off)'s foot.

he shouldn't open fire in a nightclub full of people, shouldn't shoot at anyone, he's supposed to grab taehyung and leave but his stupid temper has complicated things, making things more susceptible to jungkook's rage.

and jungkook was fucking pissed.

so without further thought, he allows his anger to consume him and pulls back the gun's trigger, firing a clean shot into the man's boot; immobilising him a little. the man collapses to the ground, screeching with pain and alerting the dancing people nearby of his state.
a group of men having a bachelor party spot the distressed and injured man lying on the floor and scream loudly at the blood trickling around their branded footwear. they stumble away with fear in their eyes, noticing jungkook and the gun in his hand. the guys yelp when jungkook returns the gaze, turning around to violently push past people so they could reach the exit. they go unnoticed. surprisingly, the bachelor party hasn't set off a stampede of partying people, desperate to leave the club before they get shot — no, they're too dumbly intoxicated to notice that a man has fainted on the edge of the dance floor and has copious amounts of blood flowing out of a bullet wound in his foot. neither do they take notice of taehyung who's now turning a pretty shade of purple in the man's chokehold.