𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧𝗔 (A BTS MAFIA AU FF)

Trauma

Chapter 11

Jungkook's POV
Everything was black eversince I last fought with one of our enemy's minion. I apparently got punched in the face, hard enough to make me fall down and made a massive impact on my head. The rest of my memory soon became blurry.

Not long, the once silent black space I am in was soon filled with the dripping sounds of rain. The dripping sounds made my ears itch as it falls harder.
And soon, the once black space changed into a scenery of a city.

A fucked up city.

Wasted beer bottles filled the corner of the streets left to right, accompanying the hungry cats of the city. Slowly I stand up from where I am, only to realize that my pants were hella wet.

"Shit." I muttered slowly while trying to process where I'm at.

This slump for some reason reminded me of something. It made a deja vu feeling in me amd yet I can't seem to grasp the memory I was expecting to pop out. And so I decided to walk around this so called space I'm in.

I could already guess that this was probably a dream, just a hunch perhaps. I continued to strum along the streets, but soon I heard faint steps from behind. My instinct work its way towards my holster and soon I turned my body to face my opponent.

Only to meet two helpless kids, holding their hands together whilst running as if their life depends on it. They soon ran past me and I was left confused for their identity. I soon felt the urge to remember them, these kids for some reason rang a memory in my head yet I don't know which is it.

I followed them, running from one corner to another, one place to another. And soon, I found myself at what seems to be an abandoned apartment.

The sense of familiarity brought my foot to continue following these two children. I was soon at what seems to be a room. Inside the room there was a closet and two of the children were whispering at each other.

I took a step closer to hear their conversations, and I heard one of them were crying.

" D-don't leave me hyung.." the boy sobbed as the other one hugs him tightly.

"It's okay, hyung's not going to leave you. Hyung's just going to check for a moment to see if they're still following us, okay?" the one that called himself 'hyung' smiled softly, but the grasp of the other boy tigthens.

"But hyung.." the boy sobbed even more as sounds of footsteps echoed in. The older one seemed nervous but tried to stay calm as he opens the wooden closet and brought the little boy in.

"Whatever you do, do not leave the closet until there's no more sound. It's just like in the game we used to play together, okay Kookie?" as the older brother mentioned the nickname, I was suddenly struck with realization.

That was him.

That was Hyung.

I instintively tried to reach him but Hyung's little body ran past me as he went outside.

The little me could only do little by being a good boy and stay in the closet, waiting for my brother to come back.

I could hear his rushing steps as he fished the thugs away from me. And I know the next thing that would happen.

The thing that made me regret having to born in this world.

My foot brought me towards the door, desperately calling for my brother. Only to be replied with the sound of gunshots.

My body didn't seem to be giving up as I kept shouting for him, trying to reach for him.

Trying to reassure myself that my existence isn't going to be the reason of my brother's death.