❝and there it is. the answer to my prayers. a house. not just any old house. it's an abandoned mansion. a perfect escape of reality standing tall, yet slightly dishevelled in the middle of the woods. it is breath-taking. i feel my legs subconsciousl...
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Today's the day. The day I 'die'.
I'd be lying if I say I'm not scared. I'm terrified. Even after Yoongi assured me I won't feel any pain and that it will be instant, I can't ignore the fact that I'm hours away from being shot by a professional level assassin. While I have every faith in the seven boys I've spent the last month and a half with, it's still an anxiety inducing situation and my nerves are shot to pieces.
We're currently travelling to the warehouse, in the same white van that picked me up from my dreaded childhood prison two weeks ago. It's as if Yoongi senses my fear, as the next thing he says is obviously supposed to take my mind off of the near future.
"So, when you got sick, what did your parents do if you never left your bedroom?"
His question surprises me. I was always ill as a child, probably due to the constant drugs I was being administered. But I'd never really thought about how I was treated during these times. "Usually, they'd just leave me alone. But once I was really ill, and had been for a long time, so they eventually brought a doctor in to see me. It turned out I had pancreatitis which, if it's left untreated for long enough, can kill. Come to think of it, I don't know how my parents never got outed for all of the drugs that were in my system by that doctor. He did countless tests, including blood and urine, so unless he was in on it, there's no way to suggest they wouldn't have been arrested," I explain, rambling to distract myself. Bless Yoongi because it's actually working.
"What was the doctor's name?" Jungkook asks from the other side of me.
"I can't remember exactly, this was a long time ago. We're talking ten years. But I think his name began with a J. Jeong or something..." I trail off.
"Jeon. The doctor's name was Jeon. Well, is Jeon, but not for much longer," Jungkook answers, causing Hoseok to smirk from across me.
"How do you know?" I ask, failing to connect the dots.
"That doctor is my dad, Han. That's why your parents didn't get into trouble," he replies, reaching out to hold my hand. No one says anything after that, or until we get to the warehouse.
"Okay, Hana, you know the plan?" Namjoon asks.
I nod. "Yoongi is going to shoot me, then the six of them are going to have an hour to win the fight while you stay here with me to keep an eye on me and the future in case this isn't what we thought would solve the loophole," I reply, my grip on Jungkook's hand tightening.
"Okay, good. Let's do this then," Namjoon says, clapping his hands and smiling reassuringly at me.
Yoongi gets in position in front of me, with the others crowding around.
Hoseok approaches me first, enveloping me in his embrace. "We'll be back soon. Hang in there and I'll see you later." He pulls away, smiling and rubbing my upper arms. He steps aside so Jin can hug me.
"You're going to be fine. Trust us, okay?" I nod. "I'll see you later," he smiles before going to stand beside Yoongi. I can tell by the expression on Yoongi's face that he is beyond nervous; I can't even begin to imagine how difficult his job is about to be and I somehow feel guilty. But I don't have much time to think about it before Taehyung steps in front of me, pulling me into his arms.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through all this. I should never have told you the truth, I feel like none of this would've happened if I hadn't," he whispers.
"No, Tae," I rub his back, "this was going to happen regardless of whether you told me. I'm glad you did, because now I have a real family. Nothing is better than this," I smile when he pulls back to look at me with shocked eyes. But they are soon replaced with a smile that takes up his entire face.
He presses a kiss to my forehead before softly saying, "I'll see you later." I smile and nod, watching his face be replaced with Jimin's.
"Hey sis," he softly smiles.
"Hi Chim," I reach up to ruffle his hair.
He pulls me in for a tight hug. "I love you. You'll be fine. I'll see you soon, okay?" He mutters.
I nod and smile, my eyes tearing up from his words. No one had ever told me they loved me until I met these seven boys and now I have a family that I know loves me dearly.
As soon as Jimin leaves my side to go to Yoongi, Jungkook wraps me up in his embrace, kissing me deeply. It's a kiss so passionate, I can feel all his emotions just by the way he moves his lips in rhythm with mine. It's not until I feel a tear from his face collide with my cheek that I pull away, looking into his eyes that are filled with sadness and deep regret.
"Hey, why are you crying?" I ask, reaching up to wipe his tears.
"I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you," he sniffles.
"Listen to me," I start, cupping his cheek in my hand. "You aren't going to lose me. You're going to come back to me and we're going to live the rest of our lives, happy and together," I smile, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
He kisses me once more - a shorter one this time - before whispering the words that make me want to cry. "I love you. So much," he justifies his words with one last peck to my lips before removing me from his embrace and stroking my cheek.
My eyes fill with tears but I fight them. "I love you too, Ggukie," I softly reply, afraid my voice will crack if it comes out any stronger.
"I'll see you later, baby," he smiles, moving over to lecture Yoongi about how he's got to shoot me. Wow, I never thought I'd ever say that sentence in my life.
The next person to hug me takes me by surprise. Namjoon wraps his arms around me, shocking me because he's never really shown affection to any of us before. Not that that means he isn't fond of us; he's just not one for physical contact.
"I'll be right here," he smiles. "Trust me. I'll never let anything happen to you. Not under my watch," he pouts, making me giggle.
Lastly, Yoongi comes over, kissing my cheek lightly and pulling me into his arms. His embrace is warm and I can feel the rapid beating of his heart, almost like it's an angry Pitbull, trying to break free from it's cage.
"I'm so sorry," he mutters, but I quickly stop him.
"Don't be. The only people who have anything to be sorry for are my so-called parents, and they're rightfully getting what they deserve today so please, don't be sorry."
He smiles and nods with a small sniffle. "I'll see you soon. I promise it won't be painful," he says, before backing a few feet away from me.
Namjoon moves to stand behind me, ready to catch me when I fall and Yoongi brings the gun up in front of him, aiming straight at my heart. I can almost hear him mentally counting down before the sound of the trigger being pulled and the bullet, being released from the magazine, rips through the silence surrounding us.
It's less than a second before my body goes still, the last thing I feel being Namjoon's arms that comfortably wrap around me before I literally fall to my death.
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so uh... was anyone expecting this?
also hear me out. i know it's literally the middle of winter but like... ice cream sounds so fucking good right now????
