THE DARKEST HOPE

Chapter 52 The Things We Want

Chapter 52

The Things We Want

Jimin's knees hit the ground hard when the weight of Jungkook's body dragged him down. He was holding desperately the boy's frame as the thick warm blood poured out of the wound onto the dry wooden floor and spread across the planks into a pool of crimson. Jimin frantically pressed down the wound, trying to stop the bleeding but the liquid just seeped in between his fingers unbothered and continued dripping down with sickening frequency.

"No!" Jimin yelled, blind for everything else around him. "Please..."

Jungkook was lying down, pale and still with closed eyes. He looked like every last spark of life he had was quickly burning out leaving him cold as a corpse. Jimin groaned like a wounded animal. Tears were clouding his eyes and his brain was a mess of fear and pain when he pulled his lover's body closer to his chest and cradled his head against his chest, trying to keep him safe...

Suga was staring at the two of them, frozen in shock. Jungkook, lying down unconscious, dead or dying and Jimin, kneeling over him, desperately holding his body, soaked in his blood. He did that, it was all his fault ... Jungkook was hurt because of him... If he just did what he was supposed to do earlier none of this would have happened... He lifted the gun one more time. He came here for a reason; he had to end Jimin's life and finally end his suffering. That was what he was supposed to do...

Suga clenched his teeth and pointed the gun one more time. His head was spinning and he could hardly trust his eyes but he tried to aim more carefully this time. There, that way, straight towards Jimin's head. His hand, holding the weapon, felt foreign and dull, his fingers dead around the trigger. It was as if he borrowed it from somewhere and still didn't know exactly how to use it properly. He grabbed the handle tighter...

"I'm sorry, Jimin..." He whispered, tears rolling down his face. The finger, pressed against the trigger shivered indecisively.

Namjun's brain was swirling like a hurricane. He acted fast. Something made him move even before a clear idea registered in his brain.

"Wait!" He stepped forward and pushed Yoongi's hand aside and stepped forward.

Suga blinked rapidly as if waking up from a dream and stared at Namjun, the moment was gone, now he was never going to be able to do his dirty task...

"There is something off here!" Namjun stated.

"W... what?" The hunter stuttered.

"Something is way out of character in Jimin's behavior! Look!" He pointed eagerly down.

"Yeah!" Ho-seok exclaimed with awe. "Why is he not acting vampire like?"

Yoongi was still lost, his brain dulled out like his deadened limbs. They were trying to tell him something but all he could understand right now is that Jungkook was down, lifeless because of him and he was one second away from bursting open the scull of his best friend. He willed himself to focused and with immense effort concentrated on on Namjun's wide open amazement.

"Look at the blood! Why isn't he going wild over it, or sucking on the wound... or doing something else vampire-ish...? What is going on, Yoongi?"

Suga's eyes locked on Jimin, kneeling broken down on the floor, holding tightly Jungkook's body, bent protectively over it. He was sobbing quietly and gently stroking the boy's disheveled locks. His other hand was pressing hard on Jungkook's shoulder where the bullet had pierced in and trying to somehow stop the blood.

And there was so much blood. All over their bodies and down on the floor. But Jimin didn't seem to pay any attention to it apart from trying to stop it from leaving Jungkook's body. That was odd indeed. At the stage Jimin's illness had progressed he shouldn't be able to hold his frenzy even at the distant smell of blood. Let alone the pool of it he was sitting in right now. But oddly he didn't react to it at all... Suga gasped... What if...