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Word count: 2.5k

Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: mafia, somewhat mystery, romance

Warning(s): just some swearing. and snooping

(Not my gif, credits to owner!)

Most people have a backstory. Most people have secrets, something to hide. Whilst some of those may be small things that a person feels uncomfortable sharing with their everyday world, others can be more drastic. Dangerous. A risk to everything you’ve ever loved. What would happen if these secrets were to be revealed to the world? Who would they hurt? What if they were only trying to protect those close to them? Of course, one would never know unless they come clean, but it could be too late to realise that more damage had been done than good. As much as I wished that the secrets I keep to myself were small inconvenient ones, the events that had occurred over the course of my life just never seem to want to give me a break.

Some people may not have anything to hide, but everyone has something to protect.

~ The Delivery Spin Off ~

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Jennie from TD)

Genre: Fluff, eventual angst

Warning(s): none (yet)

if you read this without reading the delivery first, it won’t make sense!

[ y/n mistakes yoongi for someone breaking into the cafe she works at and acts impulsively, throwing whatever’s in her hand at him. turns out he’s her new coworker just trying to figure out the dusty stockroom. yoongi decides to look past the incident and ask her out on a date ]

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The Delivery

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six, Part seven

What We Protect

Prologue ~ Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ 

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Accidental Potion

Word count: 2,369

Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: mafia, somewhat mystery, romance

Warning(s): none

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Prologue ~

If somebody had sat me down two years ago and told me that within the next year, I’d become a mother and move across the country to escape a crazed mafia organisation I barely knew anything about, I would simply laugh in their face. But if they also told me that my best friend would be the one to sacrifice herself to allow us to get away, I’d still laugh, only this time slightly worried.

When I think about the events that have unfolded over the past two years, I wonder how I haven’t been driven to insanity. Those moments in life that change absolutely everything you thought you knew about the world and the people around you are maybe only supposed to happen once or twice, but for me its my everyday life. Losing somebody is never easy, let alone a best friend – the person you’ve known as your other half for as long as you can remember. Whenever I think of her, I remember everything to be grateful for, all the times we spent laughing, crying and screaming together. The happy moments that are no more. But when I think of the sacrifices she made, I can only feel guilt.

Word count: 405

Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: mafia, somewhat mystery, romance (later)

Warning(s): none

Chapter One ~

The heavy fallen snow on the streets remained untouched, almost perfect. The lamp posts offered the only source of dimming lights as the grey sky commanded silence. Nobody dared to leave their homes and face the howling wind as it tore through the city, bringing nothing but coldness with it as it violently shook the trees, almost as if challenging the sky to a battle against the silence. The darkness soon began to prevail against the weather and the wind retreated for the night.

Being outside meant dealing with a cold and lonely night, but the inside welcomed everyone with a warm embrace of comfort. 

Summary: Shy and clumsy Minseok is tired of crushing from afar, so he decides to make a move…with magic. I mean, what could go wrong?

Word count: 1834

Pairing: Minseok x reader

Genre: fluff, future angst

Warnings: none

a/n:: clearly i’m better at reading fluff than actually writing it but ..... i wanted to give it a try so here you go x

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‘Come on, you can do this’ Minseok muttered to himself, for what felt like the fifth time in that split second. He was pacing back and forth contemplating if what he was about to do was worth it, whether he could handle the consequences or not. Of course, they could be dire and ruin everything he’s ever wanted in life, but you never know unless you try right? After the same amount of debating it would take for a toddler to choose between candy or veggies, he concluded that there was no more time left to be nervous because the bus had arrived. It was finally time to make his move.

He sat down on the bench behind him and began rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans as he watched the bus slowly come to a halt and stop further down to his left. Moving his right hand down to reach into his right pocket, he slowly pulled out a small glass vial and stared down at it. The contents of the small bottle held something invisible to the human eye, but to him it screamed beauty. Sparks of baby pink and silver swam around inside, reflecting a bright sparkle in his eyes. He felt a warmth pass through him, which only convinced him even more that his was where his happiness would finally begin. He already knew it was made for him, but the smell was just right. An unfamiliar wave of sweetness and comfort surrounded him that he had never felt before, but he never wanted it to leave. When making it, Junmyeon didn’t forget to emphasise the amount of care and effort he had put into getting his hands on the finest roses and jasmines for this potion for him, so he knew it would be perfect.

Looking back up to the bus, he watched as the doors opened, and the passengers started walking out. After the third person exited, he finally saw her. Although her face was painted with a scowl and she looked nothing short of stressed and annoyed, he still thought she was beautiful. Minseok’s mind flashed back to the last time he saw Si-Yeon before summer had started. They were sitting opposite each other at the local hangout with their group of friends, celebrating the end of exams and the start of a long summer. They didn’t really speak much, she was more a friend of a friend but nonetheless treated him with the same respect. He fell for her straight away and cherished every single one of the shy glances they shared from across the table, when it felt like just them two in a room full of loud shouting over drinks and snacks. Being too afraid to make his move, he decided his next best bet was magic. Which brought him to where he is now. 

Just as she was about to reach the last step, Minseok readied himself by fixating his gaze and mind on her and opening the lid to the glass. The scented sparkles that flew out of the tiny potion swirled past him and straight towards her, by the command of his gentle blow into the vial. The colours stood out perfectly against the sunny spring morning, and only he was able to appreciate its beauty. His content and longing didn’t last for more than 10 seconds though because as his crush felt around her pockets for a phone that wasn’t there, she suddenly cursed under her breath and quickly spun back around and ran into the bus.

With the potion still dancing along the cool breeze towards her, he didn’t know what was going to happen. This wasn’t part of the plan. His watchful eyes squinted, and his right leg started tapping against the floor again in a panic, when Si-yeon bumped into the girl behind her, not bothering to say sorry and sprinting back to her seat. If there was anything Minseok expected to happen at this point, it was that the potion would follow her into the bus and hit her. It could have been a possibility. It could have happened. But it didn’t. 

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You felt annoyance rise in you as the girl in front who seemed utterly pissed the entire journey bumped your shoulder and seemed to forget her manners. You scoffed and shook your head as you made your way down the last steps of the bus and your feet touched the ground. The main thing on your mind was coffee and a warm doughnut at this point, so you told yourself to forget the minor inconvenience to your already dreadful morning. As you let the cool breeze awaken you, your mind tried to follow the smells coming from the coffee shop down the road, but your senses were suddenly met with a sweeter, stronger smell. 

Walking to your left when your subconscious knew you should be going right, where the coffee shop was, it felt as if your brain had almost been switched off and someone invisible was tickling your nose with a feather. Completely surrendering to the new smell, you carried on walking until you came to a stop in front of a wall. 

‘A wall?’  you thought, ‘What am I doing standing in front of a wall when I could be drinking a steaming hot coffee right now?’

It all seemed to make sense a couple of seconds later though, as your eyes were drawn towards the vine of roses and jasmines growing up the left side of the wall surrounding a bench. The deep red and bright white colours blended beautifully together against the luscious green growing out in every direction. Never having seen roses and jasmines grow together before, you felt fixated on the creation in front of you as the smell intoxicated you even further, almost driving you mad you swore you could almost taste it. It felt like your head was clearing and the mid may weather was blessing you with the opportunity to throw your thoughts away for once to really appreciate the world around you

But the flowers weren’t the only things you would be appreciating that day. As your eyes trailed left, you met the eyes belonging to somebody sitting on the bench. They were staring at you, messy black hair with strands falling above the lens of his round glasses, protecting his wide eyes. He sat there, mouth agape as you took in his appearance, somehow knowing this situation was the weirdest you have ever been in whilst for some reason trying to convince yourself that it just felt right. To you, his startled posture on the bench was glowing more than the radiant flowers behind him. You were sure this is what it meant to fall in love at first sight. 

Still under the control of the intoxicating smell, you found yourself slowly sat down next to his still silent self. You didn’t know why you were doing this and you were fearing that you looked like an absolute freak right now. But you did it anyway, because all of a sudden, your brain was telling you everything is now right with the world. 

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Minseok was so sure nothing could go wrong with the potion and that Si-Yeon would be in his arms by now. He was so, so sure. Of course, by now he should be used to the fact that life can be a bitch and completely mock you at times. If he didn’t know it before, he sure does now. The feeling of dread he felt as he sat shocked, watching the potion swim around you and not the one it was intended for, sat heavier in his stomach than anything ever has before. He’s known to be sometimes clumsy and nervous with potions, and by now he’s used to cleaning up his mess but the solution to this situation was nowhere in sight.

‘I can’t believe I just used a love potion on the wrong person’ was the only thought circulating his mind. He couldn’t conjure up any words because how could he even begin to explain this situation to the unsuspecting, innocent human in front of him?

When she began speaking, he knew he was in deep, deep trouble. 

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‘Hi, my name’s y/n, what’s yours?’ she introduced herself, with a bright smile.

You felt like a complete idiot right now, with no way to stop what you were doing. You’ve never been the first one to approach a guy so why now? You were literally drawn to him and you didn’t want it to stop. 

Minseok heard her question whilst remembering about Si-Yeon and looking back at the bus only to see her walking off in the opposite direction. He sighed and turned back to face you. 

‘I’m so sorry’ he spluttered, adjusting the glasses on his face, not knowing what else to say.

You simply giggled and replied, ‘Well its nice to meet you, I’m so sorry’.

‘So now I’m giggling like a school girl and attempting dad jokes?’ you asked your mind in disbelief.

Minseok forced himself to avoid cringing at your poor attempt at flirting, clearly the potion had some adverse effects. Wanting to confirm his fears of the potion working a little too well, he asked you a question.

‘What made you come over here?’ 

Not really sure of the answer yourself, you answered with the first thing that came to your mind, ‘I, uh, don’t know how else to say this but…it felt like the roses and jasmines were calling me and leading me to you…’ You almost kicked yourself for saying something that sounded so absurd, you would run away if someone had ever said it to you. But he didn’t run away, he remained in the same position, once again staring at you in silence. 

Minseok was really rendered speechless for the first time in his life. Your response was all the proof he needed to confirm Junmyeon’s potion had really worked. He was really beginning to wish Junmyeon had made a mistake of some kind, but with his skills and perfectionism he knew it could never be a possibility. He figured that going along with it until he informed the others of the problem was the only thing he could at this point.

To your surprise, he smiled back at you, and offered his hand, ‘I’m Minseok’.

You reached your hand out to accept his greeting and your hands almost touched, when you were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Apologising to Minseok with a sheepish smile, you quickly pulled it out of your bag and when you saw who was calling, your entire mood shifted.  You let your extended hand drop in your lap before bringing it up to run through your hair.

‘Shit’ you muttered through a frustrated sigh.

Word Count: 4457

Genre: Thriller, angst, Stalker!au, Non-idol!au

Warning(s): Lil bit of swearing, death (im so sorry), mentions of kidnapping, abuse

(Not my gif, credits to owner!)

A/N: omg ok where do i start. first of all, im so sorry that this is so late in absolutely every way possible. i don’t really have any excuses other than im just a mess atm. but i hope you enjoy nevertheless!!

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The words that Jimin had just spat out weren’t registering in my mind and I was beyond terrified. I wanted to believe that none of this was real, but the constant pounding of my head and the racing of my heart were just too intense to pass off as a bad dream. A sudden ringing in my ears deafened me to the sounds of him picking up and throwing chairs across the room as I watched him through a blur.

Stumbling backwards, I reached out to try and steady myself against the wall, but I missed causing me to fall to the floor. I ignored the pain shooting through my thigh as it bumped the corner of a table on my way down and placed my head in my hands trying to drown out the muffled screams echoing through the room. All I could do was become increasingly aware of the shaking of my body and loss of my breath as I was finally met with darkness.

When I was shaken awake after what felt like hours, I felt like death. It took me a while to become accustomed to the bright light above me, radiating a heat that could only be described as blinding and torturous. My body was stiff, and I let out a low groan as I tilted my head right and left in an attempt to ease some of the tension in my neck before my eyes finally adjusted to the sudden brightness. I wasn’t surprised to see that I was tied to a chair with my wrists and ankles bound by the same tight rope that pulled at my skin, irritating me and leaving bruises that may never fade. 

Towards the front of the room stood a door that I vaguely recognised and the wall to my right was dressed top to bottom in the same research and pictures of my life that I had stumbled upon earlier. Now aware of the fact I was alone in the room, I used this opportunity to get a closer look at it and noticed that there were pictures of both myself and Hyeji from our childhood. Almost every time we were together was pictured and drawn to a point on a map of our home town. Newspaper headings detailing no leads on any suspects were peeling off the wall, only to reveal more cut outs and articles behind them.

My short viewing was cut off when the door swung open and I quickly shut my eyes before I could see who entered the room, and let my head fall to make it look like I was still knocked out. If there was ever a time to put my acting skills to practice, it was now. Besides, I didn’t want to face anyone yet and I needed more time to think of how I was going to get myself out of this situation. I heard their footsteps thud on the concrete floor as they slowly walked towards my right where the wall was. Trying to keep my breathing quiet, I kept my eyes shut and tried to ignore the dull aching of my back. When the footsteps stopped, I heard the dragging of a chair which I’m assuming they sat down on. Silence echoed around the room and I began to wonder why they weren’t saying anything. Were they staring at me? It was getting hard to keep a straight face and I could feel my eyes twitching.

“I know you’re awake” The voice suddenly spoke. I suddenly felt embarrassed, guess I won’t be an actress anytime soon. I should have just kept my eyes open. I kept my head down and looked to my left where I knew they weren’t sitting and coughed in an attempt to cover up the awkwardness in the room. Eventually, I swallowed my pride and turned my head to face them but was met with the back of their head. I stayed quiet, waiting for them to speak again because I really didn’t know what to say at this point.

“He’s been searching for you for ages you know. It’s funny because all he’s ever spoken about it how he’d get his revenge for Hyeji but now that he’s finally got you, he doesn’t even know what to do.” they revealed, turning around to face me. Realising it was Yoongi, I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” I muttered, staring at my shoes. “and I have nothing to say to you. If he’s going to send someone in to talk for him get someone else.” I glared at him, remembering how his involvement in this has left my best friend with a broken heart. His facial expression didn’t go amiss when it changed for a quick second to one masking regret. 

“I just did what I was told” he stated, crossing his arms and attempting to lie through a smirk, but I could see right through him. 

“So you’re just a puppet then? Did your master tell you that falling in love was part of the plan too?” I questioned, knowing it would get to him. It would take a fool not to see how Yoongi had fallen for Jennie. I knew people could get through relationships based on counterfeit emotions, but they never lasted long. This love was just broken by all the lies it was based on and Yoongi’s loyalty to his boss over his girlfriend.

“You don’t know what you’re talki-“

“It’s a shame really. Usually when someone breaks Jennie’s heart, there really is no going back. She can move on within a day because who has time to sit around and cry over pathetic, lonely guys who don’t know a woman’s worth?” I thought out loud, shrugging my shoulders and intending to hurt him where I knew it would. Truth was, I knew this would have hit Jennie hard and she would be extremely heart broken right now and probably crying on Hobi’s shoulder, but Yoongi didn’t need to know that. Besides, his reaction told me everything I needed to know. His eyes clouded over and by the time I finished speaking, he’d already sat up so fast his chair slid in the opposite direction, hitting a table. I chuckled, feeling a little sense of accomplishment despite being in my current position.

“You are in no place to be showing attitude right now. I’m only here to check if you’re awake and seeing as you’re very much so and running your mouth-“ he was cut off by the door slamming open yet again, it didn’t seem like they knew the basic rules of opening a door. 

“Yes, she is. You can leave now Yoongi, I’ll deal with the rest from here.” Spoke the voice belonging to his boss. He made his way into the room and was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. With one look towards Yoongi, he nodded his head and he exited the room, not before glaring at me. I felt the same anger resonating off him that I had experienced when I found out he was part of this. I wanted to do whatever I could to get him to learn his lesson, but right now I had other matters to deal with.

When he had shut the door behind him with a slight bang, I turned my attention back to Jimin who had started walking over to where Yoongi was previously sitting and put the chair that he flung back in its place. Studying his movements, he appeared calm as he occupied the empty seat and turned to face me. I waited for him to say something, but he never did, and I grew uncomfortable under his gaze, so I averted my attention elsewhere, not wanting to know what was going through his head.

“Am I that big of a threat that I need to be tied up?” I sarcastically asked when I decided enough time had passed, still not looking at him. Shifting slightly in my seat, I was itching to be untied so I could stretch my body and feeling restricted like this was only frustrating me.

His ongoing silence was interrupted by the sound of the chair being pulled along the ground towards me. When it was turned to face the door, he straddled it, so he was facing me. Unfortunately, this also meant that our heads were level and we were literally seeing eye to eye. In another universe, it might almost be romantic. 

“You know you’re not threat around here” he finally spoke.

“So…why am I tied up then? I think we already established that I’m not going to up and run.”

“How am I supposed to trust what you say?” he questioned, resting his hands on the top of the chair. 

I rolled my eyes at his response. “I guess you just have to untie me to find out.” 

I’m guessing my face must have been the ultimate expression of discomfort because he decided to free me from the ropes. Two minutes later, I was rubbing my wrists and ankles, satisfying the itches I needed to get rid of and cursing whoever tied me up because of the bruises they would leave. Staying true to my word, I remained in the seat after stretching a little and moving it back to what I deemed an appropriate distance. 

“You know, when I finally found you the only thing on my mind was revenge. All I thought about was finally having someone to blame for what happened. You were there, you were the sole witness and the only one that could have saved her…but I know you were only kids then. You didn’t know what to do,” He admitted, playing with his hands. 

Am I hearing things right or does it sound like he’s having a change of heart right now?

“But the thing is that was then, and this is now. You’re finally old enough to understand and be held accountable for what happened. Just tell me…how could you let them take her?” he uttered, almost to himself, now looking at the ground and tugging at his hair.

Nevermind.

I really didn’t want to have to sit here and listen to anymore words invoking painful memories than I already had. So I sighed and tried to find the right words to avoid getting me killed. 

“Look…just listen to what I have to say” I spoke softly knowing my next words had to be chosen carefully, and truthfully even though I had no idea what to say, I knew that one wrong word could set fuel to the fire that was already burning inside him.  I sat back and turned to look at the ceiling to prevent the tears that were threatening to drop down my face from even just thinking about Hyeji. A few seconds later, my eyes settled on a picture on the table next to me, I picked it up and stared at the two young girls staring back at me, smiling widely, arms wrapped around each other and soaking wet from having played in a pool all day. Holding the picture tightly in my hands, I hoped that whatever I was about to say was heard by her, wherever she is. If there was ever a time to finally be able to talk about it out loud, now was the perfect time.

“I suffered too. It was so hard…so hard knowing that maybe I could have stopped it or called someone or maybe even taken her place. When she finally came back home, and she was a completely different girl…broken and abused. I wanted to scream and cry in front of her, tell her how much I was sorry and that I would never ever let it happen again” I watched as the tears defeated me as they dropped and landed on Hyeji’s face, blurring the picture. “but I-I couldn’t, I didn’t even have the courage to look her in the eyes because I blamed myself. Years of therapy never worked because I refused to believe that I even deserved the help when I wasn’t the one that was taken. I was the one who stayed and to this day, there’s nothing in the world I’ll be more regretful of…” I sniffed and wiped my tears with my sleeve before putting the picture back on the table and looking back at Jimin. He too had a painful expression that was red with tear stained eyes betraying his intimidating and aggressive front. 

“I don’t believe you,” he forced out through clenched teeth. He stood up and pushed the chair away with such force it caused me to flinch when it crashed into the table and knocked a lamp onto the floor. It was my turn to watch his breakdown as he walked to the wall and ripped off another picture and pointed at it.

He almost reached the point of screaming when he carried on, “how does it make sense that only one of you is alive to smile and laugh the way you are here?! How does it make sense that sick bastards think they have the right to take away the innocence of a little girl…she was only 7 years old! They took away her life before it even started…” he cried. His emotions got the better of him and he slid down the wall, spluttering his words out. His loud sobs began echoing around the room and I found myself losing against my own silent painful cries once again. “How does it make sense that her own b-brother couldn’t protect her?” Jimin cried. 

Seeing him like this, mirrored what I saw the same day 13 years ago. Sitting in their living room, I saw a boy crouched down and crying his eyes out. I didn’t know who he was then, despite being so close with Hyeji. It was my first and last time seeing him, or so I thought. But now, I had realised something. This new side of Jimin is what was there all along, it was just hidden. He was just a damaged soul, completely broken by the death of his little sister. Neither of us had gotten over it, nor forgiven ourselves. It just turned out that repressing the memory was my way of dealing with it, while his was seeking revenge. What we didn’t know was that it was a pain that needed to be shared with each other. They say the best part of falling is getting back up again, but how can somebody go through recovering from losing a loved one alone? Today at this very moment, I realised that the best part of being able to get back up again is not how you come out of it at the other end, but the support and company you allow yourself to receive and keep during the recovery. Jimin and I were still being held down by the blames we held over ourselves, but today would be the day we help each other back up.

After my little realisation, I wiped my tears and stood up from the spot on the floor that I had somehow landed on. I leaned on the table for support and looked at Jimin’s crouched figure now just silently staring at the picture, letting his tears fall. “J-Jimin” I called through a croaked voice. Clearing my throat, I walked over and sat down in front of him. When he didn’t look up or say anything, I slowly moved my shaking hands towards the picture he was holding and removed it from his grip. I could end up regretting this, but I would never know unless I tried. His head shot up to look at me, his eyes deep with sorrow and confusion. I took a deep breath and spoke the honest truth that both of us needed to hear. 

“What I’m about to say, please don’t get angry with me for saying it,” I pleaded, aware of the risk I was taking. “I know…we both blame ourselves for what happened. Her brother and best friend, the ones who couldn’t save her. It’s been eating us both alive all these years, I know it because none of us would be here right now if it wasn’t true. I never thought I’d say this…but what we both need right now is each othe- don’t look at me like that” I snapped, watching his expression go from confusion to a scowl. Thankfully he remained silent and I sighed, continuing, “We were both young and naïve, we didn’t know any better. If we were truly bad people and deserved the blame for it, we wouldn’t be so caught up in trying to fix ourselves and still finding ways to get over the pain of losing her. We need to forgive ourselves first Jimin, I know you blame yourself for not being there, and so do I, but it’s the only way we can move on. It’s what Hyeji would want, you and I both know it. Maybe if and when our heads are clear can we maybe try and find the real criminals together, because we will never find the answers by faulting only ourselves. Just…accept that there was nothing we could do.” I finished on a hopeful note that my attempt to help heal his heart worked. 

But, of course life never goes that way. Once again, I had been trampled on by an obstacle I could only pray I would overcome. Except this time, it wasn’t thrown at me by Jimin, it was my own mistake. Still silent, and contemplating everything I had just said, he stood up and I followed suit, but my eye caught sight of the clock above which read 2:17am. Remembering a quick flashback from an emergency plan I made yesterday with Tae and Hobi, I cursed under my breath. 

*** Yesterday @ 10:00pm

The three of us sat opposite the detective, who we had called earlier on a whim. We didn’t know if this was the best decision, it definitely wasn’t a smart one but at this point, we had to take advantage of what we could. 

“So, what you’re saying is that you, Y/n, are going to willingly confront Park and his gang tonight? And they have all been posing as innocent people in this whole case, deceiving both you and the police?” Detective Han repeated. 

I nodded my head in response since I couldn’t find the words to agree out loud because of how absurd it sounded. I had decided that the only way I was going to get Jennie back and end this nightmare was to face it myself. I didn’t play when it came to the safety of my friends so there was no way I was going down without a fight and if this was the only way to play it out, so be it. It had taken ages to convince Tae and Hobi, who thought I had fallen and bumped my head at first. The only way they agreed was if they’d accompany me which I had expected from them anyway. Which is what brought us here. If they were joining me in this fight, I wanted protection for them. 

“Park Jimin and his gang also have hold of your friend, Jennie, which has therefore brought kidnapping charges into the case. Miss Y/l/n, I hope you understand the severity of this situation and how dangerous it is for me to agree to send you in…but if I didn’t for a second believe you might actually be able to gain control of this psychopath, I wouldn’t be saying this right now. You are to go in. Do not go alone. If I do not hear any confirmation of your safety by exactly 2AM, I’ll have your location tracked and will send my men in. We will catch those bastards today.” He announced to us three, who were sitting listening as if we were school kids getting in trouble by the headteacher. 

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When Jimin found the courage to speak, his coarse voice murmured a timid “You’re right.” I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But I didn’t know whether to concentrate on celebrating his agreement or warning him about the trouble that was about to appear. Within seconds, my decision had been made due to the sounds of shouting and gun shots firing from elsewhere in the building. It was past exactly 2AM and I hadn’t sent a confirmation to Detective Han meaning he had sent in his men. It also meant that I had to try and fix this mess and fix it quickly.

My heart started to race with fear and nervousness as it had finally dawned on me what I had done. Coming to this sudden realisation that Jimin and I were too alike to not need each other to lean on, is one I regretted that hadn’t been made clear earlier in the situation. 

Jimin had heard the same sounds all too well as his head shot up towards the closed door and then back at me. His solemn expression instantly dissolved into anger as the guilt on my face had given away that I was the cause of the current situation. “What did you do?” he seethed. 

I shook my head frantically, the air was growing tense by the second. “I swear, I didn’t mean t-to- it was before, before I got here. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.“ My pleading was drowned out by the sounds of him loading his gun and footsteps rushing up the stairs towards the door. 

“I thought you said-“ he pulled out another gun from his draw, “that we would work together now. But you got the police involved?” he fumed. “I warned you. I told you not to do it, I was too easy” he began ranting just as the door swung open and I jumped back in fear, whilst he swung his gun around ready to aim until he saw it was only Jungkook and Jin.

“Boss, we have to go right now. The police found us, and two cars have arrived already. I’ve called backup and Namjoon and Yoongi are trying to control downstairs, but they won’t be able to hold for long.” Jin rushed, beginning to usher Jimin out of the room. 

Jimin went along with him, not before stopping at the door and giving an order to Jungkook. His eyes met mine, and I could have sworn they were turning red with anger. “Get her.” And with that, I was being dragged along with the trio, and didn’t even bother putting up a fight. This was my fate, I should have known better to think I was going to come out of this alive. But then again, I was known for my foolish impulsiveness and so thought putting myself on the line just once more wouldn’t make a difference.

As I was being rushed down the stairs, towards another hallway, I found the courage to speak. “They just want me. All I have to do is go out safely and unharmed and they’ll take me. I could try and distract them whilst you make a run for it or somethi-“ Jimin shook Jin’s hand off his arm and whipped around to face me, getting dangerously close to my face and almost spitting his words out. “If you want to survive, you better keep that mouth of yours shut. You have a lot of nerve to keep on lying to me.” He spat. 

“No. I don’t care anymore,” I ignored the shared look of shock from Jin and Jungkook out of the corner of my eye. “You believed me back in there, so why can’t you just believe me now?! The detective was only supposed to turn up if I didn’t contact him by two o’clock and I just lost track of time!” I nearly shouted. This was my last chance to make things right, never have I contradicted my thoughts and actions as much as I was now. 

“Boss, we need to move – we don’t have time” Jungkook added in, as he watched the backup arrive and begin fighting against the police from the bottom of the stairs. Luckily, we were in a blind spot right now. 

Jimin did the only thing he seemed to be doing this evening, which was remain silent and just stare. After a few seconds, he just chuckled and stood back. “Fine. Go.” He waved his gun towards the stairs. Relieved that he actually agreed, my heart felt a bit lighter and I had hope that I could turn this situation around. I gave him a sincere look of appreciation just to show I would keep our promise to get through this together. 

Jin and Jungkook repeated their shared look of confusion and shock. 

My last words to him before I took off were, “Just trust me.”

The next few minutes were a blur of me rushing down the stairs and trying to catch the attention of the police who I hoped wouldn’t accidentally shoot me. When I was recognised, and they lowered their guns, I aimed to get them away from this area and outside so Jimin could get away. I made a promise to him that we would get through this together and I intended to keep it. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned my head back towards the top of the stairs and I nodded my head to Jimin who was standing watching me, before my eyes widened and my heart dropped to my stomach. 

Detective Han was standing a distance behind him aiming a gun straight at him, but he hadn’t realised, and Jin and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen. I released myself from the grip of the officer who currently had a hold of me and began running back up the stairs. My screams for Jimin to turn around, drop his gun or for Detective Han not to shoot were too late. Through my blurred tears, I heard the sounds of a gun shooting and body falling to its knees before falling on the ground. I tripped on the steps and froze in my position, watching the scene unfold in front of me. 

A ringing sound pierced my ears and I began reliving my nightmare all over again. My hands shook as I held them up in front of me, they were splattered with the blood of the same person I promised to help save. But once again, I had failed.

Only one word swam around my head as my vision darkened and my head hit the concrete steps below me. 

Sorry.

THE END.

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