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I'm Sorry Hyung. (BTS)

For jendeunini ! Enjoy!

"Yoongi! QUIT TRYING TO RUIN MY FACE MASK!" Jin shouted, annoyed at the younger male while the others laughed.

"You're already flawless, Jin." Namjoon spoke, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"But I want to look pretty." Jin whined.

"Hyung you spend like one thousand dollars every month on beauty products."

"Yah!"

As the Hyungs were bickering about Jin's obsession with looking pretty, the maknae line were all cuddled up on Jungkook's enormous bed while watching a movie.

Jungkook smiled softly as his best friends were hugging his waist while leaning their heads on each shoulder, giggling softly at a comedic scene that was displayed on the flat screen.

Suddenly, the maknae felt his phone buzz. He picked up the cellular device and widens his eyes at the message sent to him.

Bang PD

Jungkook, meet me in my office. Now.

A nagging feeling surfaced, telling the youngest that there was something suspicious. His gut kept urging, almost pleading for him not to go. But in the end, his curiosity got the best of him.

"Hyungs, Pd-nim wants to meet with me." Jungkook spoke up, causing the two to look at each other with suspicions.

"You want us to come with you?" Taehyung asks.

"I think I'll be okay, but thanks Hyungs!" Jungkook rambled while putting on his timberlands and dashing out the door.

"Why would Bang PD ask Jungkook to meet at his office, alone?" Jimin questions.

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"Hello PD nim! I was just hanging with the Hyungs and-" The youngest suddenly gasped at the sight before him.

Hitman Bang was slouching on the chair, lifeless. His chest was impaled with a kitchen knife, while his head gushed out blood from the oversized bullet. There was the familiar crimson liquid splattered everywhere.

"OH MY GOD! I NEED TO LEAVE!" Jungkook screams and turns to leave, only to be met with two gun men.

Jungkook couldn't run, Hell he couldn't even think properly. As he then became surrounded by about six more, an unfamiliar voice had seized their movements.

"Boys that's enough, for now." The tone had sounded anything but friendly. The said man stepped on front of the maknae, his smirk gave Jungkook the chills.

The man was very handsome. He was about the same height as Namjoon, but was very slender. His ebony locks combed and gelled back to show off his golden forehead. His dark chocolate almond shaped eyes narrowed, which complimented his button nose and full lips. A simple black suit was fitted on his slim body, which made Jungkook a bit envious.

"Jeon Jungkook." His voice boomed across the room, making Jungkook flinch. "Golden Maknae of the top boy band in the world, BTS. Most popular member in a lot of countries. You're probably wondering why I asked you to come..." he finished, looking at the younger.

"N-No sir." Jungkook gulped.

"Well you see," The older male began, taking a seat on a chair next to Hitman Bang's corpse. "My son was going to be enrolled in your group.  When he found out he didn't make it, he became extremely depressed that he had committed suicide. He felt that the only way to succeed was to join a band. He tried so hard, but it seemed like luck wasn't on his side." The man let a tear slip from his cheek. "He was the only person who stayed after his mother's death." His voice croaked, making Jungkook feel a pang of guilt.