i stg this fanfic is so intense, it keeps me awake at night
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I can't seem to stop shaking.
Glancing down at my hands, I gasp underneath my breath when I realize just how much they're trembling. I thought I was prepared for this, but really; I wasn't.
In the corner of my eye, I can still see Bora laying on the ground motionlessly, as a pool of purple serum spreads beneath her body.
When I look back in front of me, I see all the boys fighting like warriors.
Not a single one is missing. Dongsuk, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi are all fighting against one — if not two — guards, blurring out curse words every once in a while when they take in a punch.
It's a mess of people fighting for dominance. A declaration of war between royalty and...
What are we even? Rebels? Designating a title to our group will probably still be hazy for the time to come, but the matter isn't relevant right now.
My eyes skim over the different figures, in hope to find Taehyung through this chaos, and my breath halts in my chest when my eyes finally meet his.
He's on his stomach, a thin strip of blood rolling over his chin, as he pants heavily, eyes dull and abstracted.
We did it, best friend. We did it.
I'm unsure as to whether he heard my thoughts or not, but I have the feeling he did when a sparkle lights up in his eyes and he struggles a bit to kneel up.
He stands back onto his feet, looking more fierce and audacious than ever.
We both look behind him to notice that the Chancellor is already long gone. He probably took the first chance he got to get the hell out of here, considering how many of us are in here to... well... kill him.
"Taehyung-ssi! Do you mind?!" Dongsuk barks between two punches, trying to keep his ground as three guards attack him relentlessly.
With one quick nod, Taehyung runs over to me, dodging a hand or two on his way over, and kneels next to my trembling body.
He immediately removes his leather jacket, who is now permanently engraved of two bullet holes, and place it over my shoulders before helping me up.
