Forced to be Strong [namjin] *sequel to FTBM* ✔️

.11

Seokjin's POV

As soon as I heard the loud bang from inside the house, my heart sank to my stomach. A million things ran into my head and all I wanted to do was run in there and see what happened. Before I could even try to move my feet, two officers held me back, telling me to stay where I was.

"Detective Wang instructed us to take you back to his car."

"N-No, I have to stay, I-I have to see if my babies were hurt." One of them said.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's too dangerous now, come with us." The same officer said, pulling me over to where Detective Wang's car was, which was far away from the house.

I looked back and saw Dectective Wang running into the house, along with several other police officers.

"Please let them be okay." I whispered to myself.

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Yoongi's POV

"Nooo!" I shouted, running over to jump on top of Hobi.

BANG!

All I felt was burning and then excruciating pain in my back. I yelled out in pain, balling my fist up as the pain just started getting worse and worse.

"YOONGI!!" I heard Hobi shout, getting out from underneath me and holding onto me. "Oh fuck! Please don't die!" He said between sobs.

I was going in and out of consciousness, opening my eyes each time to see that I was still on the floor, the dirty white carpet now a dark red color.

Finally, after trying to fight and stay awake, everything just went black.

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Detective Wang's POV

As soon as I heard the gunshot from inside the house, I knew that it was time to spring into action. I quickly put on a bulletproof vest under my jacket and pulled gun out, ready to go inside. I ran up to the door and counted to three before kicking the door down and pointed my game at Namjoon.

"Put the gun down now, Namjoon!" I shouted.

Namjoon turned around and looked at me, his eyes dark. He stared at me for what felt like forever, but was only a minute or so. The look in his eyes were pure evil, almost like he was possessed.

Suddenly, he smirked at me and let out this evil chuckle.

"Oh, you mean this thing?" Namjoon said, holding the gun up, pointing it at me.

"Namjoon, if you pull the trigger, you'll be in more trouble than you already are, so put it down and I won't have to shoot you." I said, my eyes glued to him.

"Sir, one of the boys have been shot and two of them are injured." One of the police officers said.

"Call an ambulance and get the kids out of here-"

They're not going anywhere! They're saying right here!" Namjoon shouted.

"Hes going to die if he doesn't get to a hospital, Namjoon."

"I don't care!"

"You should care, he's your child."

"Not anymore, none of them are! They turned against me when they attacked me!" He shouted.

I glanced over at the boy who was bleeding on the floor. "How about this? You let the kids go and we can talk about all of this."

"I'm going back to prison for a very long time, there's no point in trying to sugarcoat it for me." He said.

"But if you let them go and walk out of here, I'll try my best to make sure you don't get a death sentence." I said to him.

Namjoon after as if he was thinking, slowly lowering the gun down.

"Fine, let them go, they're nothing to me anyways." He said.

I looked over at the police officers and gave them the signal to get the kids out of there, three of the police officers having to carefully carry Yoongi out of the house. I turned my back for one second to close the door, only hear multiple gunshots go off.

I instantly ran into the kitchen and into the closet, checking to see if I got shot anywhere. I wasn't shot, thank goodness, but that was the last thing on my mind right now, I had to end this once and for all.

"Do you really think I was going to believe that you would actually help me? Whether I get a death sentence or not, I'm going to be in prison until the day I die, so let's have a little fun before my life is once again taken away from me." I heard him say.

I could see through the crack of the door that he was looking for me, the gun still in his hand.

"Where are you, huh?! Scared already?! You should be!" He shouted, looking around for me.

I stayed quiet, thinking about what my next move was. I'm in a closet and it's only going to be a matter of seconds before he opens this door and sees me.

Come on, Jackson, think of something, anything that'll keep you from getting killed.

Then suddenly, I remembered something. I saw somewhere in his file that the last time he tried to run from the cops, he got shot in the leg, shattering the lower part of his leg. Maybe while his back is turned, I could kick him in the leg and maybe pin him down when he's on the ground. It sounded reckless and it could easily fail, but there's not much I could do while in a closet.

Before I could think anymore, the door swings open, the gun pointed at my head.

"There you are, you little-"

I kicked him as hard as I could in the leg, causing him to let out a loud yell and drop to the floor, the gun no longer in his hand. I kicked the gun away from him and flipped him over, so he was on his stomach, and put all of my weight on him, so he couldn't get up.

I put his hands behind his back and quickly arrested him, getting up and pulling him up with me.

"Say goodbye to your freedom, Namjoon, and say also to that cold prison cell that has your name right on it." I told him before talking into the walkie-talkie and dragging him outside.

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I was in a writing mood, so I decided to do a double update, you're very welcome 😊❤️

Also, is far from the end, so much more needs to happen.

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-Apryle❤️