bad boy | jjk ✔️

seventeen.

your pov

The sound of guns cocking all around me echoed. I readied my hand on my holster, ready to take it out. "Don't move."

A woman with dark hair and a thin figure stood in front of me only feet away. Her features were fierce and her gun pointed at me, not hesitating to pull the trigger.

I continued to move my hand closer to the gun. "Move and this bullet will pierce right through your head." The sound of the trigger safety hitched. My hand stopped moving as I put both of my hands up in surrender.

That was not my best friend I knew.

I was surprised. It was like someone smacked me in the face. I took a stuttering step back—"Why?"

She looked at me a smiled, a smile that looked too...happy. "Why?" She mocked, chuckling. "It's funny how you seem so...so innocent but you've been training with Bangtan for so long—without even telling me?" She asked as if her feelings were hurt.

"It's okay, I don't care for it anyways. Well, I'll tell you what's going on. Your parents weren't the goody two shoes you thought they were, Y/N."

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"The car crash wasn't an accident. It was revenge."

Revenge? Revenge for what?

"They killed my mom. Why? for a reason I don't know, but I'm guessing she was just as bad as they were." She sighed.

"My mother died when I was in first grade, that was around the time when I met you. Meeting you wasn't the plan—but as I got older, my father told me everything. Everything your family has done, and the reason why my mother left. He told me what he had done to your family, and I had felt bad at first, but I guess I had a change of heart." She smirked.

Like father, like daughter.

I placed my hands to my side as they balled into fists. "So everything was an act to fool me? Everything was fake?" I asked, raising my voice.

Jae-eun chuckled, not answering my question. "A witness of the accident pulled you out. You were suppose to die that day just like your family did. Though, it would've been better if you went with them."

    My eyes teared up as she had me speechless. I knew the boys were listening through the comm. Maybe I should've really went with them. There's really no difference now.

No.

There's seven differences now.

    "Now, it's time for you to leave, like you should have on that day." Jae-eun's finger rested at the trigger, pointing the gun at me.

I knew that I couldn't do anything now by myself. I couldn't reach for my gun, or run. One bullet travels over 2,600 feet per second—meaning, I would have to be The Flash to run from one.

I took a deep breath, placing my finger onto the comm slowly so she wouldn't notice anything. I really wish it didn't have to come to this.

"Euphoria" I whispered.

"Copy that." Jungkook responded in a matter of seconds.

    "You never gave me an answer when I asked if our friendship was real." I stalled as I slowly slid my hand towards the gun.

    "Because, if I'm correct, we were friends for what, 14 years? It must've been real, right? Because if it wasn't, you wouldn't have helped me with my panic attacks-" I rambled on and on until she interrupted.