Always You

Cry With Me

  'you should have at least a few things on you that are worth my time. if you hand them over, maybe all you'll get is a bullet in your leg. i'd say that's a pretty generous deal.' jungkook keeps his eyes trained on the barrel of the gun pointed at him. the fear coursing through him blocks all rational thoughts. in fact, he can't really think at all. after everything that's happened, does he have anything to live for? the only person he ever loved just said he was only a replacement. that he was never loved. what's the point of returning? 'hurry up kid, i don't have all night.' the older man states. 'why should i give you anything? all you are is a thief. you deserve nothing except to rot. i wonder what kind of idiot allowed you to believe this was a good career choice.' with all patience lost, the older man punches jungkook harshly. caught off guard, the brunette boy falls to the pavement. 'guess you're just another one of those snotty kids that think they're stronger than they are. you never would've made it out in the real world, kid. i'm doing you a favor.' before the thief can continue what he planned to do, taehyung appears. he doesn't have the most strength, but it's enough to get him through the fight. he pushes the older man's hand up before the thief can fire. tae elbows the man in the stomach but doesn't manage to avoid getting kicked. the stranger attempts to punch taehyung in the face, but the long-haired male blocks his blow. using his right hand, the thief takes his gun, firing quickly before being pushed harshly. he lands about three feet away, dropping the gun when he had been pushed. scrambling to acquire the gun once more, he fails. tae grabs the gun, without another thought, he fires as well. hitting a more crucial part of the man's body. it's best not to discuss that. reaching down, he feels his blood-soaked shirt. suddenly feeling weak. his legs give out under him. taehyung collapses against a nearby wall. he doesn't focus much on that. 'are you okay, kookie?' he asks weakly, applying pressure to his wound as he does so. jungkook quickly crawls over to his boyfriend, tears welling up in his eyes. 'why would you do that taehyung?' he whispers. the older male smiles slightly. 'because...i couldn't let you be shot or stolen from...i love you, you little brat. i'm sorry for what...i said...before...i never meant it. you did everything for me. you always did...' by then, jungkook's tears trail silently down his cheeks. 'i love you too tae tae. i didn't mean any of it either...but why would you sacrifice yourself? i could've just given him my things. none of us would have been hurt...' taehyung wipes his boyfriend's tears with his free hand, 'don't cry, kookie, no one will miss me anyway. i was a horrible person. not to mention a horrible boyfriend. i deserve this...' 'i'll miss you! but not yet. i won't let you die! you have to get through this tae...please...for me.' jungkook holds tae's hand tightly, helping apply pressure as well. 'you don't need me jungkook...i can't go on living like this...hurting you...' 'please just fight for me! fight for my sake taehyung!' the older male shakes his head. 'no, kookie, i can't fight anymore...now you have to fight...for me...please just do...that...for me. keep fighting for me kookie...i love you.' the brunette boy can't bring himself to respond. 'promise me...promise that you'll...keep fighting...' 'i promise, taehyung...'