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Taehyung

The sound of a gunshot was a shock through my body, I heard a scream.

Everything was silent, cold, as I stared at the piano thinking about Jungkook and then the silence was gone, replaced with the sound of a gunshot.

Then another gunshot.

Everything else happened in a blur, my feet acted of their own accord, I was running out of the piano room without a second thought.

Another painful scream.

It was Jimin's voice.

I followed the scream toward the end of the hall, my heart racing wildly in my chest. I heard footsteps behind me, and without looking, I knew it was Seokjin and Hoseok. They were a few rooms away from mine. Without a doubt, they must have heard the gunshot too.

My feet slightly faltered to a stop when I realized the scream was coming from Jimin's room. I felt my eyes widened in panic and picked up my pace.

Was the estate under attack?

Fvck no!

Not again!

My hands tightened in fists as my body went tight with alarm. I rushed to open the door, my eyes wildly searching around the room, looking for the threat. The first thing I saw was the broken window, for a brief moment, my mother's face flashed in front of my eyes.

This moment.

The gunshot.

The screams.

It felt so familiar.

My eyes snapped to the floor when I heard a pained whimper, my muscles locked tight as my body went rigid at the sight in front of me. I almost stumbled back in shock but stopped myself in time as I stared at Jimin in complete horror. My eyes followed the pool of blood surrounding him, and my stomach rolled.

Blood wasn't something new to me.

I was accustomed to blood and the horror that came with it. I made people bleed, I laughed when they bled.

Hell, I took pleasure in seeing them begging for their lives as they bled to death.

No, I wasn't scared of blood.

It wasn't why my stomach rolled and my knees felt weak.

It was this moment, this feeling of déjà vu that made me sick.

I saw this when I was seven when my mother took her last breath.

Now I was seeing it again.

I rushed to Jimin's side and knelt beside him before pulling him into my arms, "Jimin?" I choked.

His next words were filled with pain, I heard them.

Clear as day.

They brought another type of pain to my chest.

Pain and then anger.

So much anger.

"Yoongi…" he gasped through the pain, "He… is… the… the… traitor… spy…" Jimin winced as his body convulsed, he stared at me with frightened eyes, begging me. I didn't have to see my face to know my expression thundered with fury, I felt it vibrating through my bones.

Jimin kept talking even through his laboured breathing, "He… knows," he broke off and his face twisted, sweat breaking out on the skin of his forehead.

Blood dribbled in the corner of his lips. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to speak, "He… knows… where… Jungkook… is…"

Jungkook.

At the sound of his name, my heart picked up a beat.

My arms tightened around Jimin.

The numbness was gone.

My mind, clear once again.

Instead of the coldness seeping through my body, all I felt was burning anger, "Get him!" I bellowed.

I saw Hoseok running out of the room.

Seokjin jumped out of the window.

I felt hot, my skin itching with the need to kill.

To make him bleed.

Yoongi, one of my most trusted men, a rank just below Seokjin.

A Min!

How did I not see it?

I trusted him, yet he betrayed me.

For how long?

He was dying, cold, homeless, starving and I picked him up, gave him a home.

A family.

Even when his father was a traitor, I believed in him.

Even when he was captured, I stayed beside him, I believed in him.

Stupid.

So fvcking stupid.

I didn't trust people easily but trusting Yoongi had been a mistake.

A big fvcking one.

Shaking my head, I looked down at Jimin.

He had to pay the price.

Jungkook had to pay the price of my stupidity.

Jimin cried in my arms, his entire body shaking with how heavy his sobbing was. He placed his hand over his stomach, right over where the bullet went through.

I stared at him, completely horrified.

My lips didn't move.

I just stared.

Even when Jimin was taken from my arms, Namjoon screaming, crying, begging him not to leave him, I didn't move.

My eyes slowly made their way to Jimin's stomach, where he was bleeding profusely.

Would Jimin even make it?

I didn't fvcking know anything.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Sam came running into the room.

Namjoon carried Jimin to the bed, I quickly got to my feet.

My blood roared at the unfairness.

No, it roared with anger, with the need for answers.

I was raging, my body shaking with the force of my fury.

My eyes moved around the room, making contact with Seokjin as he rushed into the room again.

I saw the fury, impatience, and worry in his expression.

I also knew he was wrestling for control.

I was too.

We all were.

Yoongi wasn't going to make it out alive.

Seokjin stared at me and gave me a single nod before walking out again.

One nod was all it took to drive me to the point of insanity.

Yoongi had been captured.

My control had snapped.

Giving Jimin a final glance, I walked out of the room. I didn't call Namjoon, there was no point. He wasn't going to leave Jimin's side now. Making my way to the basement, I let the fury boil.

I let myself feel the anger, knowing it would serve me well later. Only the anger would keep me going, there was no time for weakness. I pushed the image of Jungkook frightened and hurt, Jimin bleeding and close to death, to the back of my mind.

Seokjin was waiting for me in front of the door, his expression fierce. He didn't say anything, there was nothing to say.

One of our own betrayed us.

Someone we trusted and treated as a brother.

A fvckin Min!

We couldn't dwell on that betrayal now, there was no time for it.

Our only purpose was to get answers and find Jungkook.

Seokjin opened the door, and I walked inside, my stride confident and purposely.

Slow even through my anger.

Yoongi was tied to a chair, facing me. His head was cast down, I knew he heard me come in. The way his body tightened gave him away. Hoseok was standing behind him, a murderous look on his face. I walked forward, stopping just two feet away from Yoongi.

The room was filled with silence, no words were uttered, the air was heavy and tense - almost suffocating. I let the silence drag for a few more minutes, Yoongi grew tenser.

It was all a game, a game of dominance and at that moment, I held the power and Yoongi was just a pawn. When I felt myself barely hanging on the thin thread of control, I moved forward.

I'd give him credit, he didn't move or flinch, grabbing his chin, I raised his head. He stared at me blankly, completely void of emotion. Fueled by deep hatred and anger, I pulled back and punched him. I heard his nose crunch under the force of my knuckles. When he didn't make a sound, I punched him again, harder than before.

I craved his scream, his blood.