Kill For Me || BTS

Finale.

Final Chapter. 

Really long, but the end is finally here.

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Gasping, you dash to Jungkook's side, and gently rock the man.

"Jungkook," You cry, and your tears are visibly making way down your cheeks.

"Jungkook!"

Your voice increases in volume and in panic as he doesn't respond to your voice. Jungkook doesn't move. His muscles are slack. His eyes don't open.

You hear Jimin fighting the guards who you had caught off guard behind you, but you're too focused on seeing any sign of life from Jungkook. You let out a small sigh as you see his chest slightly move, hinting that he's still alive.

But you don't know how much longer he will be.

Fury.

That's the only thing you can feel right now, and you leap to your feet, only to cry as the searing pain from your leg gets the best of you.

The wound is deep, bleeding, and draining you.

You can barely put any weight on it, and the pain is too much to bear. You fall to the floor over Jungkook's body.

Kim Namjoon, standing in front of you, was expressionless. Dead inside, as he stared you straight in the eyes.

The red blurring your vision made your head pound.
A stinging in your palm as your nails left their mark in the tattered skin, knuckles turning white.

A laughter. Bang PD stands strong behind Namjoon, cackling demeaningly at your slumped figure at the mercy of his grasp, a sense of fatherhood that should've been there only replaced with a bloodlust that quivered in their pupils.

"Fuck. You." You spit, face in a snarl as you crouch protectively over Jungkook's unconscious body. The maknae doesn't stir, his eyes glassy and blurred.

Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok stay frozen around you, unable to speak, move or even think. You vaguely see them throwing off the guards that had immobilized them, but you're too caught up in your emotions to think properly.
Jimin is the only one beside you, his hand grasping yours tightly. His eyes don't leave Jungkook's form.

Namjoon doesn't reply. He slowly lowers the barrel of the gun in his hands, a tendril of smoke flowing out of it.

It looks like it's almost as if that tendril was Jungkook's soul. Captured and torn apart.

Tears come into the mix, and Namjoon finally smiles as you lunge forwards with an animalistic shriek, knives flashing in fury. His stronger form easily knocks you down, but you continue your onslaught.

A slash down your arm. Then another one, creeping along your thigh. Every inch of your body is telling you to stop, stop, stop.

It hurts. It hurts, so, so much. But you can't stop.
You continue to fight back like the animal you were in the moment, ignoring the scent of home that fills your nostrils, the love you had tried to press down for your foe. Namjoon shoves you off, easily, daintily, amused.

Your body is bleeding. You're tired. Drained. Half dead.
But you still manage to hurl an insult back.

"You fucking torpedo of a stank ass shit."

In that brief moment, you see Namjoon's eyes flicker. Just for a millisecond, you see his focus falter. For that time, you swear you see fear flash across his face.
If that were the case, it is quickly removed and his blank stare returns.