CHAPTER 8

Jeongguk's POV

"You're joking right?" I say and rub my hand over my face. Yoongi would never do something like that. We've been through everything together.

"I'm afraid not,yoongi's fingerprints were found.jeongguk, we know he has something planned and we advise you to watch your back." Vincent says and rubs his head nervously.

"Where is he?"

"We've looked everywhere, but we have no idea." Jhope says. My eyes soften when I see Jimin sitting there, scared to death. I let out a frustrated sigh and try to calm down.

"Jhope, go search the premises and lock everything. I'll check back with you later. I have to make sure he's ok." I say and Jhope nods while leaving the room. I quietly walk over to where Jimin's sitting and kneel down so I'm at his eye level.

"Jimin, baby look at me." I say gently and he obeys. His soft brown eyes looking at me with fear and sadness, causing me to pull at my heart strings.

"I'm not mad at you ok? You've done nothing wrong. It's just some other people have caused me to act this way. It isn't your fault ok? You're my good boy and I couldn't ask for a better submissive. You're perfect understand?" I say while gently kissing his nose. He nods but still has a sad look in his eyes.

"What's wrong baby? Are you alright?" I ask genuinely concerned.

"It's just...what if something bad to you? I don't want you to get hurt..." He says and I can see the tears starting to form in his eyes.

He actually worries about me. What did I do to deserve him?

"Oh Baby, you don't have to worry, nothing will happen-" I say but get cut off by a loud gun shot, followed by a loud thump from upstairs.

Jimin's face pales he looks at me with fear written across his face. I put a hand over his mouth and place a finger over my lips, indicating to stay quiet.

Now, my instincts tell me to go find out what happened but, I must protect Jimin . Thankfully, I remembered to bring my gun and I take it out from my pocket. Jimin shuts his eyes and I can't blame him. This is all new to his innocent mind.

Well, not so innocent now. I thought and I smirk.

"Baby, I have to go see what happened. Now, I need you to be brave for me. Do you trust me?" I whisper and stand. He hesitantly nods his head. I gently kiss his forehead and start making my way into the living room.

"Wait! Please don't leave me..." He pleads and tries to stand, but I sit him back down.

"It'll be ok. Trust me, I'll die before anything happens to you. I promise." I whisper.

"Pinky promise?" He asks and holds out his pinky. I smile.

"I pinky promise." I say as intertwine our pinkies, gently placing a kiss to both of them.

On that note, I left him and made my way to the living room.

Don't be mad at me, the boy can't walk! Ok, I can see where this is my fault.

As I round the corner, I hold the gun closer to my chest, with my finger on the trigger. My heartbeat beating rapidly in my ears. Now, I know what you're thinking, Jeongguk is supposed to be the big tough guy that isn't afraid of anything.

Well, guess what? Everyone's afraid of something, no matter how big and intimidating they may seem.

I peek my head around the corner and see that it's clear, no sight of anyone.

This whole situation is based on my actions and I have to take it seriously.

I make my way to the staircase and realize something.

This guilt is killing me.

If it wasn't for me kidnapping him, he wouldn't even have to be in this mess.

If it wasn't for Namjoon then, he wouldn't be so terrified.

If it wasn't for that night, that awful night, then he wouldn't have had to met me.

It's always my fault. Always.

I just can't catch a break can I? Always having to deal with a problem right after I've fixed one. Never getting the chance to just live a normal life. Never getting the chance to experience true love.

And most importantly, just to stop having to be strong all of the time.

I mustn't show emotions because it shows weakness.

I mustn't feel because it shows weakness.

I mustn't love because it shows weakness.

Well you know what?

Maybe I'm tired of not being able to do all of these things. Maybe I'm tired of having to be strong all of the time.

Maybe I'm tired of not being able to tell Jimin that I....

That I....

That I love him.

Yea, you heard it right.

I love Jimin, with all my heart. Now, I know that I haven't seem like the nicest person but, it's just hard for me to show emotions.

But, I'll never be able to tell him that.

Because every time I grow close to someone. Every single time.

I lose them.

And then, I never get to see them again. They're gone.

Forever.

Maybe that's my fate, that I'll never be able to experience true love.

As we make our way to the top of the staircase, I hear a shuffling sound from inside my bedroom.

I put my finger back on the trigger of my gun and walk over to my bedroom door. The noise on the other side in audible.

I place my hand on the doorknob and shut my eyes.

On three...

One, two, three!

I bust through the door and quickly raise my gun. My eyes wandering over every part of the room as I rapidly breathe through my mouth. This is it.

Then, my breath catches in my throat as I stare at the body lying on the floor. A pool of blood surrounding him.

"Jhope! Jhope!" I yell while putting the gun to my side and running over to him. His face has gone pale and his eyes are wide open. I can see the bullet wound, right near his heart.

My mouth goes dry as I touch his chest, my hand quickly covered in his blood. I can hear a chuckle from behind me. I swallow hard and slowly turn my head to see who the hell it came from.

Turns out, I'm staring right into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer.

Also known as any brother, Namjoon.

My eyes widen as he looks at me while smirking.

"Did you miss me?" He retorts and I glare at him.

"How the hell are you still alive? I shot you." I say, holding the gun closer to my side while placing my finger on the trigger. This needs to end.

"Ugh, you're such an idiot. Yea, you shot me but, did you ever get the idea that I was wearing a bullet-proof chest? Huh? Did you tough guy?" He says, sarcastically and rolls his eyes. I glare at him.

"I can't believe you. First you kill our parents and now Jhope?!? Jimin is terrified and it's all because if you. It's always because of you! I'm sick and tired of you always killing everyone that's close to me. Jhope didn't even do anything to you! So I ask you this Namjoon, why!?! Why must you do this?!" I yell and shove him.

"Why? WHY?!? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Well, I'll tell you why Jeongguk. Remember our parents Jeongguk? You know, when they were still alive?" He grits through his teeth and I clench mine tighter.

"What about them? Other than the fact that they're lying six feet under." I say.

"Did you ever take the time to think why I killed them? No you didn't! Well, I'll tell you why! Because it was always about you! It was always about Jeongguk! Oh Jeongguk is so great, oh look is so strong." He says while making quotation marks with his fingers.

"Well, what about Namjoon!?! Huh?! Did you ever wonder about me?" He asks and I see the tears come to his eyes.

"Namjoon, I didn't-"

"Of course you didn't know! You never did! All those years, all of those dreadful years that I've kept all of these feelings bottled but, you never took the time to ask if I was ok! Mom and Dad always talked about how great of a Mafia boss you would be but, never seemed to care about their other son. I was always being excluded. Well, you know what? I'm sick of it. So I decided to finally have my revenge." He says and comes closer to me.

"Namjoon, I'm sorry. I never knew that you've felt that way..."

"I'm afraid it's too late." He says and lunges towards me. I dodge and point my gun towards him.

"Namjoon please... don't make me do this....." I say while pointing it up towards his head. He turns to me and starts chuckling.

"You don't have the balls to do it!" He shouts and I place my finger on the trigger.

"What makes you think that I won't?"

"Because I'm the only piece of your family that you have left. Without me you have nothing! Go ahead Jeongguk, shoot me, right in the head." He says and places my hand with the gun in it against his forehead.

I take a deep breath and pull the trigger back, slowly.

But, I don't pull it hard enough to shoot.

Instead, I drop the gun and put my hands by my sides.

"You're right, I can't do it." I mutter, miserably and look into his eyes.

"But, I can." Someone says and then I hear a gun shot go off. Namjoon falls to the floor and I gasp.

There is Yoongi standing with the gun high in the air, his chest heaving.

"Yoongi?"