apocalypse // j.jk

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NARRATOR'S POV

he didn't mean it. right after he left taehyung's room, he stormed down the steps and snatched his keys from the kitchen counter.

he wouldn't let you be stupid. he wouldn't let you do something you'd regret.

he wouldn't do something he'd regret.

he knew you didn't know what you were doing. you were just scared.

you didn't know he put a tracker on your phone. he knew this shit would happen.

he slammed the door behind him to grab taehyung's attention. to let him know that he hadn't won.

at least not yet anyway.

impatiently waiting for the elevator doors to open, he repeatedly pressed the button.

with a tap of his foot, it opened. he rushed inside, now impatiently waiting for it to reopen.

leaving the lobby, he jogged to his car, unlocking it with a click of his keys and sliding in.

starting it up, he reversed sharply, almost hitting the car behind him.

almost.

he lowly cursed to himself and pulled off, speeding onto the road and reaching the highway. he glanced at the gps.

his teeth gritted together out of pure anxiety as his fingers drummed the steering wheel.

he was almost there.

almost.

with five more minutes left to go, his mind was filled of unpleasant thoughts. he didn't like to think about dylan touching you. he should've been the one touching you.

he was so close once upon a time.

he almost had you.

almost.

the forest felt like it was caving in as he drove down the skinny back road. no one was in sight, just the dark abyss of trees and night creatures.

he saw the tip of the house.

these people were the second top mafia group. the second top drug transportation group. they almost beat them, but that's just it. the key word.

almost.

he came across the gates, closing him off from getting in.

getting out of the car, he walked up to the monitor box, piercing his foot through it so the whole system malfunctioned.

the gate opened.

he walked in, back straight, chest out. his jaw was clenched as well as his fist and his mouth tasted of copper from his bleeding lip.

he had a habit of doing that ; biting his lip when he was in deep thought.

reaching the front door, his fist came down like a sledgehammer, sending three sharp strikes to the hard wood that made up the entrance.

he heard a faint yell with an annoyed tone behind it before it was abruptly opened ; the coward in his bathrobe.

"where is she" , he tried to walk in. dylan's hand slightly pushed jungkook back which caused his blood to boil.