Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 32: Not Gonna Be Pretty

"It's Jin. Holy fuck you guys gotta come home now. Please." Jimin manages to breathe out. Cho looks over at me with wide eyes full of worry.

"We'll be home soon, Jimin. Just calm down. Okay? We'll be there soon." I tell him, trying to keep him calm.

"Please. You guys gotta be careful. He's out after you guys. He's set it up as a trap here if you guys make it back. They've already torn through Cho's apartment across from Jin's room. I'm pretty sure they've got people hiding inside there a-and they've got people still hanging around in here waiting for you to come to either room." Jimin rushes out.

"Where are you now, Jiminie?" Choyeon pipes up, trying to keep a calm tone.

"Second floor of our apartment. Hiding in the closet of our private bedroom." Jimin answers with a shaky voice.

"Okay. Just stay there. Text us if something happens, but just stay there and stay quiet for now. We're on our way." She tells him. He mutters an agreement before we hang up and tell the driver to take us straight back to the apartment complex.

Glancing over at the nervous girl beside me, I reach over and gently pull her to my side as I wrap my arms around her. I hush her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, trying to keep her calm and collected until we can get there.

Though, just as we reach a block away from the complex location, our car gets rammed into us on my side. Instinctively, I wrap my arms tighter around Cho, feeling the car beginning to roll. It's almost as if everything's gone completely dead silent as it flips a few times before finally landing upside down, Cho's crying out hardly heard. All that I can really hear at this point is a loud ringing in my ears, but that doesn't stop the adrenaline that's been flowing.

Without fully understanding and recognizing our surroundings of the crash, we both slowly begin to help each other climb out of the crash. Glancing over at the other wrecked vehicle, I nearly send Cho flying with how hard I grab her and yank her to her feet. She doesn't even bother questioning my actions and force, both of us taking off running and not registering much sound around us. The most we can hear at this point is maybe within a five meter radius.

"Don't let Taehyung in here!" Cho shouts, not realizing that we're both dripping a bit of blood as we race across the polished lobby floor of the complex. Rushing to the elevator, I slam my thumb on the button repeatedly until it finally arrives. Wrapping an arm around Cho's waist, we hurry into the elevator before slamming the close door button and pressing the button for the top floor. She leans against me, both of our breaths heavy as we wait impatiently for the elevator to reach the proper floor.

"This isn't gonna be pretty and it's gonna hurt." I breathe out quietly, glancing down at her as I pull my gun out from its holster. She nods weakly, pulling her own out before we both click off the safety lock.

When the elevator finally reaches the top floor, we quietly step out and silently make our way to Jin's door. Carefully and quietly, Cho opens the door and swings it wide open. We don't have to step inside in order to see a beaten up and weak looking Jin tied to a dining chair in the middle of the floor with a big burly man stood right beside of him with a gun pointed at Jin's head. Before we can say or do another single second, the man pulls the trigger. I don't think either of us hear the sound that comes with the gunshot, not needing to hear it as we watch the results, watching his brains quite literally splatter out the other side of his head along with the still zooming bullet. Seconds later, Jimin comes racing down the stairs. Though, he's stopped seconds later when Cho quickly pulls a knife out and sends it flying. It sticks right into the wall, just mere centimeters in front of his face. He stops in an instant, but I think it's the only reason he didn't tumble down the stairs at the sight laid out in front of him.

The next five minutes are a blur as bullets start flying. Jimin stays on the steps, watching but not really taking any of it in more than likely, as Choyeon and I quickly take out the three giant men in the room with a couple bullets each. In the midst of taking out the last man, the people that had been hiding in Cho's room burst through the open doorway. As she takes out the last man originally here, I get to work with the others so as to lessen the amount of bullets that can go flying and potentially hurt us.

As the last man finally falls, Jimin and Cho both let themselves crumple to the floor. Standing there, despite the room being silent with the exception for the two sobbing figures, I finally regain my hearing and sadly my emotions as well. Looking around the room weakly, I catch Jimin lift his head to look up at my with tear stained cheeks and trembling lips. Giving him a small shaky smile, I reach my arms out and wave for him to come over here. He whimpers quietly, getting up and hurrying over to me.

Wrapping one arm around him, I help him back down to the floor so that I can also pull Cho into my other side. I hold them tightly, both of them beginning to sob all over again and it finally makes me break. I finally begin crying as well, holding the two together with me.

Oh, how the hell am I supposed to leave and find a way to turn them in now after all of this?