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      Taehyung ogled at Jimin that shut his eyes as he prayed, sighing in misery.
"It's gonna be fi—..!"

     The two jumped as Hajun busted open the main door downstairs, the sound echoing brutally. Tae stood up, pulling out his switch blade,
"I'll be back."

      "No! You're staying right here, you're not going anywhere." Jimin grabbed Taehyung by his face, cupping his cheeks as he gazed up at him with watery, puffy eyes.

       "How is he going to be stopped, then? I have to go down there." Taehyung sighs out, placing a hand on Jimin's that held his face.

      "He has a gun, Tae. You're ass is gonna be blown away!" The smallest rebukes, causing Taehyung to laugh. The two froze once Taehyung's front door was kicked open harshly after many attempts, the sound of metal holding the door snapping off, and loud stomps and breaths echoing slightly as Hajun checked every room.

      Jimin ran to the bedroom door and locked it, staying as silent as ever while he pushed Taehyung's large nightstand ahead of the door.
      "Here's what we're gonna do." Tae whispers, holding Jimin's waist tightly.

      "We go into the bathroom, and the window leads outside to the other apartment's balcony, we go down there, and we're good."
      "Why can't we call the cops on the way there..!?" Jimin whispers back.

     "Hajun's gonna turn me in for sure, I kno—..!!" Taehyung gasped once his doorknob was shot off, and the door was pushed open. But it quickly caught on the nightstand,
       "I know you're fucking in there, Park!! I fucking have Jongin here, he was the one shooting, I got him into killing Taehyung instead of good ol' Jimin." Hajun shouts from the peak of the door.

       The smallest was to rush to the bathroom, but the nightstand had fallen over, and Hajun shot rays of bullets, until he aimed over at Jimin.
        "J-Jongin?!" Jimin yells, his eyes shaking in fear as he saw his childhood friend behind Hajun.

       "Jimin..? What the hell are you doing here?!" Jong roars, glaring daggers to Jimin and Taehyung.
Hajun pointed the gun at Jimin, but he was already out of ammo.

"Fucking pussy." Taehyung spits out.
      "I am what I eat, Taehyung." Hajun backfires coldly, causing the two best friends to cringe together.

       "Eat this?" Teased Tae as he pulled out his switch blade, but Jongin quickly came in with a kitchen knife, tackling the tallest to the ground.

       "TAE!" Jimin yells out, yanking his leg out from under the nightstand, grabbing Jongin as he repeatedly stabbed Taehyung's stomach.
"Oh my god."

       Jimin panicked as blood gushed out of his best friend, listening to his groans and small whimpers of pain as he struggled to breath through the agony.
     "Gotcha." Hajun snarls as he got Jimin's arms into his grip.

     The shortest threw his head back, cringing as the back of his skull crushed Hajun's nose, and his foot stomped his. He ran to Taehyung and dragged him into the bathroom. As he shut the door, Jongin knocked rapidly, yelling cusses and threats.
       "Tae..! You're gonna be okay, I promise, breath slow and steady, baby. You're— You're not bleeding too much, it's fine." Jimin rants, quickly taking off his sweater to wrap it around Taehyung's bloody wound.

     The tallest groaned out in agitation, a couple of tears slipping from his eye,
      "This is how it feels, huh?" Tae pants out, gripping down onto the carpet.
     "Shh. Don't waste your brea— Hey— Where are you going?!" Jimin whimpers our as Taehyung stood up with the help of his sink.

      "Shh." Taehyung hushed his soulmate, sealing it with a kiss.
       "You're not going anywhere. You're staying here, and we're following your p—plan, idiot!" The shortest demands, but the tallest refused to listen, swinging the door open.
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