For a moment, it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. No one moves, no one speaks. It's almost like a scene from a western movie, where two cowboys stand with their hand on their guns in a dusty town, except it is Taehyung pointing a gun at the man who was moving slowly towards you, and was growling something- when did he pull out a gun? Your eyes slid slowly towards Jungkook, concerned about the way he was trembling, and the man behind him with the gun, before they snap over to the man who now had a hand on your arm.
Well, his hand was on your arm, and then it was on his own and he was gripping a gunshot wound. The gunshot echoes like a far off sound, before it rings in your ears and you are pulled back into the reality of time, blinking rapidly and head swivelling to see what had happened. The hitmen pause as they watch their comrade die, along with every other person in this small collection you had mustered up, before all eyes turn to Taehyung, who was now breathing heavily and gripping his fired gun with white knuckles. There's what seems like a moment of peace, a moment where the hitmen may have backed down, but one doesn't.
The one behind Jimin fires a bullet directly into Taehyung's chest.
"No!" You scream as you watch him fall by your side, while Jimin takes the opportunity to swing his elbow back into the jaw of the man who was now somewhat unarmed, knocking him out clean. More gunfire ensues out of no where, and you are now on your knees, leaning over Taehyung with tears gushing from your eyes. "Tae? Tae can you hear me?" You whimper, one hand on his cheek and one on the wound, while his eyes flutter open and closed, his breath short.
"Y/N!" Hoseok calls, a grunt following his words as he performs a sort of spinning kick, which ends up being a direct blow to the temple of the hitman behind him. "Y/N, get out while you can!" He exclaims as he narrowly dodges a bullet to the head while he crouches to pick up the hitman's gun.
"I can't. I won't." You refuse, lightly tapping Taehyung's soft cheeks in an attempt to keep him awake. "Come on, you're not doing this now. Come on, Taehyu-" Your words are cut short when a sudden scream rises from your chest, as you watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. As you scream, you curl your fists into Taehyung's bloodstained silken shirt, and suddenly feel a surge of weight being lifted from you, oblivious to all around you. Your eyes are shut tight, almost as tight as your blood covered hands, and you continue to scream into his chest.
A sudden hand on your head causes your scream to dry out, and your tear drenched eyes fly open to land on Taehyung's face, which was as alive as ever. A groan from behind you catches your attention, and you spin around to see Namjoon slowly standing from the floor, with some help from Jungkook, while the hitmen lay spread around them.
"What did you just do?" Jin asks cautiously from in front of you, and you slowly look towards him with a frown, your eyes drifting to the hitmen on the floor behind him, slouched against the wall.
"She just saved us all." Taehyung says from underneath you, and your breath catches as if you had forgotten he was there, your mouth drying as he strokes your hair and meets your eyes. "Do you know what you did?" He asks slowly, while your hands begin to desperately move the shredded cloth of his shirt, your eyes widening when you see no injury.
"You're not dead. I saw you die, but you're-"
"You need to slow down, Y/N. You just emitted over half of your life force into him, and created a sort of barrier that slammed us all into these walls. If you don't take it easy, you might pass out." Yoongi states calmly, as he strokes the back of his own head with a pained expression.
"I did that?" You ask slowly, looking towards Yoongi as he nods with a light hum. "Tae, I-I don't know what I would have done without you." You mumble quickly, pulling Taehyung into a tight hug as you speak, and he chuckles lightly, while Jimin huffs out a sort of scoff.
"Dude, this is like, the third time she has resurrected or saved you. You've got to make that shit up to her." He says with a bright laugh, which seems to lighten everyone's mood as you stand amongst several dead bodies. With that, you take a back exit out of the mansion, ensuring to avoid any form of security, and file into the car you arrived in, bloody, bruised and exhausted.
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"Where do you think he will be hiding now?" Namjoon huffs lightly as he begins to screw up the maps of the mansion, and irritated downwards tilt curving his mouth. Jin lets out an exasperated sigh as he swirls his whiskey around the small glass, before he holds it out towards Namjoon as an offering, which he takes without a second thought.
"He most likely would have gotten out alive, but then again, you saw all those bodies in the entry way. Those people were trampling one another like the herd in The Lion King trampled Mufasa." Jin states coldly, draping an arm across Namjoon's shoulders as he sits down on the couch next to him.
"Would the news companies report his death specifically?" Namjoon mumbles into the rim of the glass as he presses it to his lips, his eyes stone cold on the crumpled pieces of paper before them. Jin hums thoughtfully for a moment, his thumb gently stroking Namjoon's shoulder, before he simply nods. "You do?"
"He was a pretty big, and wanted, mob boss on top of being a hunter. I'm sure the authorities have been trying to track him down, so there is no way that his death would go unreported." Jin says softly watching as Namjoon downs the last of the drink, before he removes his arm to grab his phone off the table, which had just buzzed.
"Who is it?" Namjoon asks curiously, a frown spreading over his brows as he watches a bright grin grow across the older's face. "What are you-"
"I told you." Jin states softly as he turns his phone towards Namjoon, sporting a webpage that was reporting on the boss' death. "Says his car was ran into during the escape rush, and the side he was sitting on crumpled in and around him, severing his spinal chord." He shrugs, passing the phone to allow Namjoon to read it with wide eyes. "I think this deserves a celebration." Jin smiles as he stands from the couch and glides over to the liqueur cabinet, where he grabs another glass and the rest of the whiskey, while Namjoon slowly places his phone on the table.
"Cheers to that, I guess." Namjoon chuckles slightly, a frown still tracing his features as Jin pours him a glass, before pouring his own and tilting the glass towards Namjoon.
"A toast to being free." Jin smiles, raising an eyebrow at Namjoon, who chuckles and repeats the words the two of them clinking their glasses together, before they simultaneously down the first of many drinks that night.
