Bloodsport'15

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he was fuming with anger and Jungkook did nothing to stop him. he just drove back to busan. the war zone, the area where the were most wanted. he drove back because it was Taehyung's mother in danger and Jungkook knew a vendetta when he saw one.

"what's the plan? we can't just walk in there."

"that's exactly what i plan to do." Taehyung replied.

"what if he's got a gun-"

"we got a damn gun too."

Jungkook sighed and nodded his head. his only fear was that one of them didn't make it out of this and he was beginning to think it was Taehyung with the anger clouding his judgement.

Jungkook began to dread the exit signs that indicated them getting closer to the city they had just run from. he didn't like this feeling and normally when he had a bad feeling, he was right.

something was off, way off, but he couldn't tell what it was yet.

"Taehyung, what do you plan on doing in there?"

Taehyung stopped tapping his foot and glanced at Jungkook, "i plan on getting my mom back, stop asking dumb shit."

the rest of the car ride was silent. Taehyung watched the cars drive by in the opposite direction. most likely filled with people who assumed that their failed test or broken nail was the end of the world while Taehyung's mother was being held against her will in her own home by his fake best friend's ex boy friend who's mad that he killed his boyfriend and is dating the guy who killed his step father.

such a shit show.

he always describe his life as a shit show that crash and how he was just playing in the rubble but now it was like someone has set fire to the rubble and there was no way to put it out. despite that, Taehyung still wanted to play.

Jungkook pulled over and sighed. he glanced over at Taehyung who was clearly pissed that they had stopped driving.

"we still have a more than 7 hours til the sun goes down, maybe we could wait a while.. think of a plan."

"Jungkook! this is my mother we're talking about, i'm not waiting-"

"i get that but think like the god damn wanted murder you are! you can't just do shit in broad day light now! you're wanted! wanted! if you get caught up and get shot i can't take you to a hospital and a damn video on blood transfusions will be pointless when you bleed out cause i have no blood for you!"

Taehyung froze and took in the younger boy's words but it was all pointless. "take me to my house."

"baby i'm try to keep you sa-"

"take me to my house."

"taehyung."

"take me to my house."

Jungkook hit the sterling wheel before getting out the car, leaving Taehyung baffled. "if you wanna storm in there and get yourself killed then go ahead, but i'm not gonna watch you die. i can't.."

Taehyung wasn't in the mood to deal with anything. so he climbed over the seat and without a second thought, he drove off, leaving Jungkook on the side of the rode, swearing as he did so.

he glanced into the mirror, watching his frame get smaller and smaller til he was gone.

Taehyung had never drove before but it was all mental, it was simply especially because it was pure adrenaline guiding him and not his brain or else he would have crashed before he even drove off.

;

he pulled into the drive way of the house. he was here, now what. he glanced at the front door which was closed, and he slowly approached it. doing what seemed normal, he opened the door and when he stepped in, he felt his legs go weak.

his mother was sitting in a chair, gag in her mouth and Hoseok sat on the stairs with a bottle of soju and a gun in his hand. "welcome kim, i've missed you."

"why are you doing this?"

"oh c'mon, why am i gonna kill your mom after you killed my father and boyfriend? what ever did you do to deserve this." hoseok stumbled over his words and even while drunk the pain in his eyes was evident. he truly didn't want to hurt anyone, but the pain that lingered in his chest was too much to bare. he wanted it to end already.

"i didn't kill them pointlessly."

"my fucking father did his job, and you killed him for it!"

"you don't know the full story." because truthfully, Hoseok father was trying to save his own ass and not protect anyone else.

"what about Jimin then, huh? do i not know the story?"

"no you don't, you don't know shit!"

"Taehyung i know! i know about Kiwon and Jimin and Namjoon." Hoseok was beyond at a break down, he was broken. all that's left were pieces. "they were all my life, they held me together.. you took that from me."

Hoseok raised the gun and pointed to his mother who was unconscious. he was glad about that part, this way she wouldn't have to see what Taehyung might have to do.

"lower the gun."

"i want it to stop, i want the pain to go away- you did this to me!"

"you don't have to hurt her for my mistakes."

Taehyung inched closer Hoseok kept the gun firmly placed on his mother. he didn't want Taehyung dead, he wanted him to suffer the same way he did.

"make it stop please." hoseok begged as he clicked off the safety

"Hoseok don't hurt her." Taehyung was so close

he was so close when he heard the first gun shot.

and two more followed.

Taehyung closed his eyes

two bodies hit the floor.

when he opened them, his mother sat in the chair, still unconscious.

Hoseok body lay limp on the stairs, blood slowly dropping from a single entry wound on his head.

a slight groan made Taehyung turn around.

Jungkook lay near the door, breathing heavily as he held his chest, right over his heart, and blood began to ooze from his arm. "i've been shot before b-but this is the first time it hurt."
Taehyung couldn't say anything as he ran over to Jungkook and sobbed hysterically as he opened his mouth. "i knew s-something was
o-off."

"why did you come here!" Taehyung cried clutched Jungkook's shirt in his hands

"don't yell at me cunt, i saved your o-old woman." Jungkook coughed and winced as he did so. Taehyung chuckled slightly as he wiped away his tears. "is she okay?" Jungkook asked. Taehyung nodded. "that's good. hey call a-a friend for me. tell him i got another favor to call in."

Taehyung pulled out Jungkook's phone from his pocket which was blood stained and dialed the person Jungkook told him to.

"what bitch?"

"i need help." Jungkook replied, "got two metal in me, one in my arm, second in my chest."

"fuck," the sound of rummaging could be heard them the line goes silent for a while, "what the hell were you doing?"

"sewing."

the boy on the other side of the line laughed and Jungkook does as well but it ends in a painful cough.

"i'm on my way, hang tight."

the line ends and Taehyung holds Jungkook's hand, its cold to the touch. "you know i love you."

"i love you too."

"we got a f-fucked up way of showing it.."

"hey Jungkook, don't close your eyes."

"m just gonna take a nap.."

"Jungkook. Jungkook!"