Bloodsport'15

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"how long has he been out?"

"a minute, two at tops."

"fuck he's bleeding a lot."

"shit, yoongi.. his heart."

"did it hit?"

"no but the bullet is fragmented."

"fuck! fuck! okay, fuck."

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"have you got all the pieces?"

"no there's still one-what's happening?"

"his pulse is dropping, we need to take him to a real fucking hospital."

"we can't! keep trying."

"god we're gonna fucking kill him."

;

"where am i?"

it was warm, bright, yet dull, pastel colors. light light pink flowers and a chair.

a chair.

Jungkook walked over to it, yet sat on the floor and rested his head on the lap of the woman who sat in the chair.

"i've missed you bun."

"i've missed you too mom." he choked back a sob.

she brushed his hair back and began to hum the same song she did when he was younger until Jungkook began to hum along. from there she let her voice drown out and listened to him instead. "you've grown nicely."

"i hurt people."

"you've grown nicely." she repeated again and continued to play with his hair. "would you change anything if you got the chance to start over?"

Jungkook shook his head, all the events that led up til now, he wouldn't change not one of them.

"then, you've grown nicely." she smiled and began to hum once again.

the light pink flowers changed to a green color and the woman in the chair was gone. she was replaced with a boy in his mid twenties, a bunny smile and a head full of light brown locks. "s been a while Jungkookie."

"hi hyung."

"still playing baseball?"

Jungkook shook his head and sat with his legs crossed in front of his older brother. "i got tired of it."

"you mean you didn't have enough time to play over watch."

they both laughed as if everything was okay. Jungkook's brother reached down and grabbed his hand, rubbing his thumb along the back on his hand and humming the same tune his mother did.

"his pulse is dropping, we need to take him to a real fucking hospital."

the pair stared up at the empty sky above them where the voice seemed to be coming from.

"shouldn't you get back to them?"

Jungkook shook his head and held his brothers hand tighter, "its peaceful here, s not scary like it is out there."

"i've been watching you- and i must say, you don't seem scared."

Jungkook just sighs and leans his head back on the flowers that fell under his weight, "seeming like one thing and being one thing- it's different."

his brother nodded and let go of his hand, "my time is up, take care. i don't wanna see you again til you're 100, yeah?"

Jungkook nodded, "yeah."

the chair was empty for a brief moment. then it was filled with the person who he was hoping he wouldn't have to see. the green flowers changed to a navy blue.

"Jungkook."

"dad."

his father sat in the chair and examined jungkook for a while before letting out a deep sigh, "it's been 3 year and i told myself i hated you, yet here i am thinking about how grown up you look."

"d-do you hate me?"

there was a silence that was filled with the gentle wind of the empty space Jungkook was currently in, "i thought i did, but i can't."

"even after what i did?"

"you didn't have a choice."

"i could have saved you, or mom, or hyung."

"Jungkook. you're alive. that's all that matters." his father groaned and grabbed the bridge of his nose, "well i wouldn't say alive."

they sat in silence until his father spoke again, "you shouldn't make your friends wait too long should you?"

"i won't be able to see you for a while," Jungkook replied and took his fathers hand in his own, "i need to remember you guys."

his father jokingly snatched his hand back, "remember us! all the photos in the attic that you stored away! damn brat."

"maybe i'll take them down.."

"you should."

"i will."

"okay." his father nodded as he cleared his throat, "that's it for me, don't come back unless it's final."

Jungkook nodded and watched the chair fall empty again. no one else came. it was just him and the empty room full of flowers that turned back to their light light pink color.

Jungkook turned his head and inhaled their scent. it was nice here. he didn't mind staying here. but his mothers voice was clear in his head although she wasn't in the chair.

"that boy is waiting for you, i raised you better than to make your boyfriend cry, haven't i?"

Jungkook wanted to make some smart remark about how he grew up alone and killed many people along the way, but kept that too himself.

he slowly got up and stretched, cracking his back and neck. it had been maybe an hour and he grew bored. he wanted to see Taehyung now. he sat down in the chair and chuckled as all the pink flowers ironically fell to a deep shade of black and red. he leaned back and made himself comfortable before closing his eyes.

he pictured his family one last time just as he had seen them before. he pictured living in a house far from the city and playing with his brother everyday. he pictured getting married and working some where near home. he pictured having kids and living long enough to see his grandchildren.

but that didn't make him happy.

he wanted to go home. he wanted to go to Taehyung. he was done here.

and as he opened his eyes, he was met by a blinding light and heard, "he's awake."