We didn't talk to each other since Jungkook passed away. It was like we were complete strangers. I only had Mira now, I told her everything. I told her that I was in help during the fight, a knife was at my throat and Jungkook took out the gun, his hands shaking and him sweating.
He closed his eyes thinking he was going to shoot the guy behind me, but another guy took the gun and shot him in his chest I don't know how many times.
We all stopped, but everyone kept on going. We just stood there for five seconds. I was the only one that ran to Jungkook, but the others stood there shocked.
I carried Jungkook to the car and put him in the back seat. "DRIVE" I told Yoongi. "W-What happened!" Namjoom yeller cupping Jungkooks face. Yoongi speeds off leaving the others there to fight, I'm pretty sure they already killed the guy who shot Jungkook.
It was too late to save him. We couldn't save him, the doctors couldn't. I cried in Mira's arms. Jungkook was too young. He was a sophomore. I am too dangerous. I let people I love come into my life, and leave.
I told them I needed help and they helped me, but lost someone very close to them.
I thought Mira would just leave me and yell at me saying that I'm too dangerous or I need help. But no she stook through my side.
While the others ignored each other. We didn't even have dinner together, we either had take our or just fast food. We all slept in different rooms. I slept in my room. Taehyung had the living room, Yoongi had his room, Jimin had the bathroom, hoseok slept in the kitchen and Namjoon slept in the car.
Yoongi's eyes kept getting red every time he left his room. Jimin and Taehyung were barely home, and I heard Hoseok was going to go back with his parents and start his life over there. Namjoon, he's been working he said he was going to get money and go to America.
