Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 15

"Hanna," My name called out into the silence that engulfed us. I turn my head to face the male it had come from - or should I say my father. I'd dreamed a hundred times about what my parents looked like. I'd assumed they were the average family, maybe a cat or a dog, perhaps even a son or daughter they loved. But now I knew my mother was dead and my father was also grasping for his life, but I didn't pity the man currently sat in front of me gasping for air. "They named you Hanna?" He spoke with a questioning tone. I couldn't tell if the remorse in his eyes was genuine or a ploy to get me to save him. In the end I had to look away, no longer having the courage to look into them. Instead they came to focus on Taehyung's and that was just as difficult.

"Is it true? Did my mother want to keep me?" I ask as my voice breaks over every syllable. My vision was starting to blur as the tears continued to slip down my face, their journey ending as they soaked into the material of my jumper. Pain was the only word to explain how I felt. I didn't know if was anger, sadness or a mixture of the both, but pain would be the only appropriate word to sum it up.

"She was having an affair," he tried to reason. His eyes were also red-rimmed but due to fatigue rather than hysterical crying like mine. Despite the situation he was in he didn't react to the blood gushing from his injuries or the bruises that littered his skin. Yet all I could focus on was the mark on his chest.

"You're not answering my question," I spit back, feeling the want and need to hurt him in anyway possible. "Yes. I gave you up for adoption" he answers bluntly. It felt like my whole world came crashing down. The woman I had hated my entire life was the only person who had wanted me, who had loved me, and that monster was the reason she was dead. Before I can retaliate Taehyung steps in.

"As much as I'm enjoying this family reunion I have things to do," Taehyung announces, beginning to look bored by the scene that was unfolding in front of him. "Hanna," he says reaching into his back pocket to pull out his gun, "You need to kill him," he places the piece of metal in my hands. I stare in shock and disbelief at the gun in my hands. He couldn't be serious? This was what it was all about. He'd been waiting for this moment all along. The day he'd kidnapped me, the weeks I'd spent training was all for this. As my eyes found Taehyung's I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. My tears were no longer quiet and controlled as I audibly sobbed. Despite him being stood no more than a few feet away I'd never felt further away from him.

"How could you do this to me?" I manage to whisper in between cries. I could just about make out the others surrounding me with blank expressions, Jungkook still refusing to look up at me. I had just been ordered to murder my own father yet all I could focus on were the other seven males who'd I'd known longer than my own father.

"Hanna," he voices, taking a step towards me. He pushes the loose strands of hair behind my ears as he usually did, his fingertips gently dancing over my skin. "This is business." I don't have the energy to push his hands away from me but it wasn't like I was able to with Jungkook and Jimin still holding onto me like their lives depended on it. I'd never hated Taehyung more, more than the first day, more than when he'd ordered me to kill someone for the first time. What hurt the most was that I thought I'd seen something in him, something worth trying for behind all the darkness and brokenness but everyday he took more and more of me and I received nothing in return.

I take the gun between my two hands, holding it as I had been taught. I notice the slight switch in his eyes as I raise the gun to aim at his forehead. I'd decided this was for the best; for everyone. I shut my eyes not being able to witness the last few moments of his life before he ends up as just another headstone in the cemetery - that was if he ever got a proper burial. I apply more pressure to the trigger before the sound of metal firing sliced through the air. I find myself letting out a breath I didn't even realise I had been holding. Slowly, my eyes flutter open to face the male slumped over on the floor. My entire body felt numb and my mind scrambled to decipher what it was I was feeling. The man that should of been my hero growing up now dead on the cold, stone floor and all because of me. I was just as bad as Taehyung now - I'd killed my own family.

Taehyung makes his way over to the lifeless body before beckoning Jimin and Yoongi over to dispose of it. Before I can change my mind I start running. My feet pound along the concrete as I follow the same route we had entered. It's not long before I hear a single pair of footsteps following behind me. With my body pumped full of adrenaline I pick up the pace but despite my best efforts I hear the male behind me getting closer and closer. "Hanna!" He shouts and I can tell he is right behind me. Seconds later I'm pulled back, so abruptly I end up falling on to my back. I groan in pain trying to get up and start running all over again.

"Fuck off! Get the fuck away from me!" I scream as he tries to help me to my feet. "I told you I was sorry." Jungkook grabs hold of my wrist, not in a violent manner but to prevent me from running away from him. I look up and notice the glossy look in his eyes and his reddened bottom lip from where he'd been chewing on it.

"No you're not. You knew all along. It was your fucking idea!" I shout as I thrash my arm around trying to get him to release me but he refuses to let me go. "You need to listen to me Hanna," he says, taking hold of my other arm, turning me to face him. His large body towered over mine but I didn't feel intimidated by him. Jungkook naturally had soft features, it was the stern personality he adopted for his job which made them seem harsh but that wasn't the case now. With his hair thrown in a mess across his forehead he looked like a boy again. Despite his apparent guilt, I couldn't forgive him.

"I'm not listening to a fucking word that you say!" I shout, trying to throw my hands in the air out of disbelief but taking Jungkook's with them as they continued to grip around my wrists. "All you've told me is lies Jungkook. That's all anyone has ever told me."

"I never lied to you," Jungkook yells back defensively in return. "No? What about all the that's just a birthmark and Taehyung cares for you bullshit then? Huh?" I fight back in a mocking tone. Jungkook's eyes widen slightly and he opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out. His grasp on my wrists softens slightly but I make no attempt to escape, patiently waiting for Jungkook's response.

"Taehyung gets blinded by the fear of being hurt again, just like you do and just like I do. I'm not telling you he loves you, I just want you to know he's human, he feels raw human emotions too," Jungkook exhales heavily. His eyes dart from my left eye to my right as if they were showing different emotions.

"Humans shouldn't hurt other humans. They shouldn't manipulate other humans and they certainly shouldn't make them murder their own fucking family." Hearing the words leave my mouth makes it finally resonate with me. I'd been so blind to everything. In the past I'd blamed things on not having a stable family life but it seems as though that was becoming a poor excuse. I am a good person, or at least I was, family or no family.

"Well if we aren't human tell me why I'm so fucking in love with you." Jungkook pulls on my wrists, lurching me forward and connects his lips with mine. I felt him let go of my wrist to move his hand to caress my cheek with his thumb, drawing small circles into the skin. His other hand was placed firmly on my hip, making sure our bodies stayed connected. At first I try pulling away, infuriated he'd taken away my first kiss, but he doesn't let me and eventually it felt as if the entire world slipped away and all I could focus on was the softness of his lips on mine, the rise and fall of his chest and the erratic beat of his heart that fell in to a rhythm with my own. We slowly moved apart but Jungkook refused to release his hold on my hip. We stare at each other, both now silently crying. His soft, fawn coloured eyes rest on mine, and he's not quite smiling but his lips are slightly tilted as if he's trying too.

But I didn't love Jungkook. I knew I didn't because even after it all, even when my mind knew it was wrong, I couldn't stop thinking of of Taehyung.