The Butler's Bride || jjk

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trigger warning; violence

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"Isn't it better if I just answer this call?" Namjoon queried, giving the younger an innocent yet dumb look.

"No, hyung!" Jungkook insisted. "That caller might track you and-"

"Oh really?" Namjoon muttered.

He narrowed his eyes, his fingers gesturing a message which Seokjin noticed. He flashed Jungkook a smug grin as his fingers that held his phone slid across the screen to answer the call.

"H-hyung-" Jungkook's protest was cut off when Seokjin started yanking his arms backwards and lock it there.

The younger's eyes were widening but Namjoon kept on grinning at him, lifting his phone up to his ear.

"HYUNG!" Another Jungkook screamed over the line. Namjoon's expressions changed drastically to worry.

"Kook-" He was cut off with a loud bang. "Shit-- Listen to me, maknae. Don't hang the call whatever happens, okay? We'll track you." Namjoon took no time in twisting his roller chair so that faces the computer, connecting it to his phone.

Focusing on the monitor, he then commanded. "Jin hyung, lock that fake ass up. Then come back here with Hobi. Jungkook's in danger."

~*~

With raged breaths, sweaty skin and gritted teeth, Jungkook was definitely frustrated with the mad men who were chasing him.

'I can't run any further. I need the agency to track me.' He thought, glancing at his phone when a tracker continued on connecting with the agency, slipping it in his pocket.

He continued on running, eventually hiding by the trees to lose their focus on him whenever they tried on targeting him with a gunshot. He breathed hardly, pressing his eyes close as he calmed himself. Inserting his hand in the inside pockets of his jacket, he then pulled out a special gun that shoots out small steel balls that electrocutes things when it comes to touch.

He held it in two hands, aiming it up high as he pressed his back against the tree. Taking a deep breath, he then turned and faced the enemies, aiming his gun at them. He immediately shot one of them as the bullet electrocuted him, seizing him till he lost his consciousness. Jungkook continuously fired shots but when they tried to shoot back, he rolled and dashed away, reloading his gun.

But as he was running, another loud bang has roared, followed by his loud groan. His knees scraped through his pants against the rough grass. He touched his right shoulder and saw the red liquid covered his palm. He groaned again, his face contorted with pain.

The enemy kept on chasing him, their guns shooting one at a time. Most of it was hitting the trees, some gave wounds on Jungkook's different parts of body. He turned and fired back, hitting one man who was electrocuted quickly. His alliance tried to help, but he got electrocuted as well when he touched him.

Jungkook groaned with the sudden sting of pain he felt on his wound when he fired his gun. He ran to the nearest tree and hid, removing his denim jacket and pulled the neckline of his shirt to reveal the wound. Thankfully, there was no bullet that dug in him, just a scratch enough to make his skin cut and produce blood.

He once again ran out from his hiding place and escaped. He knew that running would not help him, instead, it'll only makes things worst since he's prone of the raining gunshots, especially when the enemies started to get numerous. He halted, his breathing still raged. He held his gun tight as he watched at how the men in white suit enclosed him in a circle, their guns raised at him.