bad boy | jjk ✔️

forty seven.

your pov

    "What the hell do you mean you're going in there alone?" Namjoon asked in an angry manner. I couldn't tell if he was worried for me or mad at me for deciding this.

    "Just like it sounds—I'm going in alone." I said, I might've sounded dumb, but Jungkook and I said that we'd save each other if something happened.

   "What if he's de-"

    "Don't fucking say that, Taehyung. I'm not letting him go unless you actually kill me, but it's funny because I really thought that you out of all people would at least believe me." I scoffed.

   "You know what, I can't believe that none of you are taking my side. Isn't Jungkook your damn family? Wasn't he with you longer than you ever knew me?" I continued while they all stayed quiet.

    "Of course we care, we just don't want you getting hurt." Hoseok said.

    "Bullshit, I couldn't care any less. I just... I want him. I want him alive because I love him and I can't lose him like I've already lost everyone else that cared for me like no other. You know they died because of me?" I rambled on.

"Remember what he told you, Y/N? He told you that you have to love yourself first before you love someone else, you not caring about yourself to save him is against everything he's told you." Taehyung said. It was like a one on one argument with him since everyone else was just listening in.

I stayed quiet for a moment. "You know what, I'm done trying to convince everyone. It's like I'm talking to children. You're all so stubborn and you don't listen, you don't help others even if they're your family... If you all don't want to then I don't care, I'll go myself." I said it all in anger, even though I knew I wouldn't make it alone. All I could focus on is saving Jungkook.

"And if I die trying, then at least I know I put in the effort."

I put in the a barrel of ammo, putting a few more in my vest pockets. This might not be enough for the amount of men left. I huffed in anger.

"Since you're not going," I made sure to exaggerate the sentence. "Can you both give me a few barrels of ammo?" I looked at both Namjoon and Seokjin.

"You're really going?" Seokjin sighed.

"Did it sound like I was joking?" I asked in a plain tone—they stayed quiet. "Exactly, so please just give me some of your ammo."

Seokjin deeply sighed before grabbing a few barrels from his vest, but before he was able to give it to me Namjoon slapped his hand away. "No."

"What do you mean no? Oh, so you want me to die?" I scoffed. I am not in the mood to be messed with, especially with the time we have left. The time has left.

"He'll be needing it." Namjoon said sternly.

"It's not like you're even coming with m-" Namjoon interrupted me.

"You were right, we will help you. You know you can't go alone and save him just like that. Whether the others agree or not, we will come with you." He sighed. "We will talk more about this later, when we win.

Seokjin nodded, agreeing as well.

"They'll be expecting us through the front door, so we enter through the window like we were suppose to in the beginning and we eliminate those near the window. After that, we need to take cover because the others will realize where we are. Don't forget to reload, as well." Namjoon quickly said.