The barrel of Seung- Hyun's gun rested comfortably in the centre of Namjoons forehead. Nothing else mattered in that moment; not the intricate carvings, not the perfectly painted depictions, not even that fact that your father was sitting at the table- all that mattered was him.
"Do it" Namjoon spat. Keeping his eyes locked with Seung- Hyun's.
"Shut up"
"Make me" Namjoon smirked. Seung-Hyun stalled.
You glanced around the ballroom. The members were slightly staggered around you. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook stood just behind you. Seokjin stood half obstructing your body from what was happening but you could still see. Yoongi and Jimin stood directly next to you and to your left, your father still sat at the table, a bottle still in his hand.
"What's taking you so long?" You said as monotone as you could muster.
"What?!" Seung-Hyun shouted, everyone's attention turns to you.
"If your gonna kill him, fucking do it"
"But don't, don't you... love him?!"
You laughed, "I only met him a few weeks ago. How can you love someone you just met" You looked Namjoon directly in the eyes. As your words slugged through the air, you saw something in him break.
"AHHH, FUCK YOU. You said this would work!" Seung- Hyun shouted and marched towards your father, pulling the chair from beneath him. His bulbose body crashing to the floor.
You sensed your moment and dashed towards Namjoon, kneeling in front of him and wrapping your arms around his neck. As you held him you could feel small fragments of him turn to dust and drift away. You reached into Namjoons blazer and grabbed his gun. Clutching it tightly you pulled away from him, standing back up again.
You raised the gun and fired.
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Your father wouldn't be getting up again.
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