dirty secrets ⁿᵃᵐᵏᵒᵒᵏˢᵉᵒᵏ

➢thirty

Taegi

Jungkook pushed Namjoon behind him as the bigger boy kept stumbling to keep up as they maneuvered through the house trying to keep protected.

"Fucking hell!" He yelled before standing up and shooting them down. Slowly and slowly they were running out of bullets and targets. It was like the bad guys had storm trooper aim.

The dust soon began to settle in the yellow haze of the sunset as the last of Tae's men were gunned down. Jungkook wipes the beads of sweat down his face as he huffs breathing heavily and turns to look at Jin who was panting as Jimin was next to Hoseok visibly shaking as his eyes were closed tightly.

"I think we're safe," Jungkook said as he slowly stood up carefully scoping out the area before he nodded to Jin.

"All clear," he said dropping his gun and running a hand through his hair blowing out a large breath of air. Namjoon stood up and looked down at the mess "we should go see what Yoongi and Taehyung are doing," he said and from behind Joon's position behind the couch Jungkook saw a figure slowly crawl from behind a table and take aim. In a split second without thinking Jungkook throws a protesting Namjoon behind him and the gun went off.

It hit flesh with a thump and a ripple through his back. It was like all the air left his lungs as he landed on the floor as two more bullets flew from Jin's gun above him.

It felt like he couldn't move as he gasped trying to cope with the pain that was coursing through his back.

"Jungkook!" Namjoon shrieked and started to move him.

"Don't move him!" Jin shouted at him crouching down and looking at the wound. Jungkook could see between their bodies and made eye contact with Hoseok who was frozen with fear.

"Shit," he heard Jin say above him as he flickered his eyes to look at his friend who look like he was the one with blood loss.

"Oh my god Jungkook," Namjoon cried as he rested his head against Jungkook who still hadn't found his words.

He coughed a bit "h-hurts," he said with a wavering smile that showed the pain he was feeling.

"The medics are on the way, just don't move," Jin said standing up, "it's not bleeding too bad so just don't mess with it. I'm going to get Yoongi," he said as he left.

In the other room Yoongi's head jerked up from the sticky tears he cried in Tae's chest.

"Fuck," Jin muttered looking away.

"Go away," Yoongi said angry at everything.

"I'll take care of it. Just go away," he said with a grimace.

Jin shut the door and slid down the wall. Life was fucked up.

//

Back in the room after they heard everyone start to leave Yoongi rested his head on Tae's chest hearing the soft breathing. He was going to save them.

When the clean up was there he was picky about who helped him and rode with Tae's body separately from the others.

From the ambulance the 'body' went straight to the morgue and then to a small funeral that no one was invited to because only Yoongi wanted himself to be there. No one else deserved that choice to attend. The day matched his attitude, grey.

//

"Babe," Taehyung's deep voice from beside his ear nuzzling his head into Yoongi's head. "I love you,"

Yoongi still dressed in the black suit from the funeral and looked at him with sad eyes. "I love you too," he said leaning back into him closing his eyes and letting the sounds of the busy city and Taehyung's very alive breathing lull him. His eyes shut as he clutched Tae and moved his hand over the bandage gently feeling the warm skin. A few tears squeezed out.

He went off the grid and only kept in touch with Jimin for some reason through email. It was easier to talk to someone who would only talk to him once a week. He always asked if he was eating well and surface level questions but you could tell he really wanted to know honest answers.