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The night air was bitter against my face as we raced through the abandoned alleyway. Time seemed to go by in slow motion, yet my heart was beating at a rapid pace. The events prior to our current situation seemed to leave my mind as soon as the sound of sirens filled my ears. It didn't take me long to gain my composure and we scrambled out of the bank vault.

I didn't know where we were or where we were going, but I only had one thought on my mind. We had to escape, and we had to escape fast.

My breathing was ragged. I could tell that Hoseok was struggling to keep up. Fearing the worst, I continued to run. I knew that if we stopped now it would be over.

The alley was almost like a maze. There were continuous twists and turns that felt like they stretched for miles.

The sirens were still blaring in my ears, or maybe that was the sound of my own heartbeat.

After a minute or two, I could just barely here the faint sounds of the sirens which weren't completely gone. It made me slightly uncomfortable, but no more than usual.

As we rounded the corner, my heart almost stopped. My vision was blurred by the tears threatening to spill out. At the end of the alley stood dozens of police officers. I quickly turned around and saw that we were trapped. Another row of officers rushed forward ready to arrest us.

I look to my side where Hoseok stands and I can clearly see the fear in his eyes. I face in the direction of the officers ready for what I know is about to come. In my peripheral vision I watch as Hoseok shakily points the gun we had brought for the heist to his temple.

My body goes rigid. My brain can't process what's going on. There's a gun and it's pointed at Hoseok.

I whip around quickly, "What are you doing?!" The voice I hear doesn't even sound like my own. It's like I can barely form coherent sentences to match the racing of my overworked brain.

Hoseok shakes with fear but he doesn't lower the gun. Instead, he looks dead at me with glossy eyes.

"I can't go back, Yoongs. T-There ain't no way. I promised I would n-never go back." The gun does not stir from Hoseok's temple, and I realize that nothing I say can persuade him.

But I try anyway because this is the love of my life. I can't just not do anything. Desperate hope floods my mind, scattering my thoughts around.

"N-no, we can make it out o-of this! Why are you giving up on me, Hobi?" I stammer out as I feel the foreign emotion wet my face.

I don't cry. It's a known fact. However, here I am crying as my lover whispers how much he loves me with a gun pressed firmly against his precious head.

"I-I'm sorry, Yoongi. Please don't hate me. Be strong. You were always stronger than me. I love you." I don't even get to open my mouth before I hear the horrid sound of a gunshot. In mere seconds, he's on the ground. Blood pools rapidly, painting the alleyway red.

I gasp and then I'm screaming, reaching out for a dead man. My ear recognizes the sounds of harsh footsteps, but I ignore them. That is until they rip me away from Hoseok.

I fight back but it's my time of weakness. I can't hear anything other than my wretched sobs as everything blurs together.

Time had stopped.

My heart had stopped.

His heart had stopped.

They take me away from him. My boyfriend, my best friend.

It is in that moment that I truly become broken. The last piece shatters my heart, and I am left with nothing else. Just dull, emotionless pain. I harden even further. Numb as the picture of Hoseok bleeding out on the ground enters my mind.

"I promise that we'll never go back. We're gonna be sitting on thrones made of diamonds and gold. We're gonna leave this shitty city and never ever turn back. I promise Hobi, I promised. "

Why did you lie to him?

He was all you had, and now you lost him. All because you had to plan this big heist that you knew you weren't ready for. But you did it anyways. It was like greed was the puppet master and you were the puppet, Yoongi.

"This is the chief of the New Jersey Police Department, come out of the building in a calm, peaceful manner with your hands behind your head. "

I did what those pigs in uniforms said. This was a punishment God has "blessed" me with once again.

Hobi...I'm sorry.

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