Bonus: ABO Scenes - Chapter 62

Taehyung

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 Seokjin in complete horror. My eyes followed the pool of blood surrounded 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 her before pulling her 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 in my chest.

Pain and then anger.

So much anger.

"Y-Yoongi..." I gasped through the pain. "He... is... the... the...t-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 SeokA 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.

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.

Closing his eyes, he whispered, "My...baby..."

His voice was low, so softly spoken.

What-?

I stared at Jimin, completely horrified.

I heard him wrong.

My mind was playing tricks on me.

I wanted to ask, try to clear this confusion but my tongue felt heavy.

Jimin opened his eyes again, "Baby... my... baby..." he cried in my arms.

There was no mistake.

No confusion.

My mind wasn't playing a trick on me.

I can smell the difference in Jimin's scent.

I heard, smelled it clearly and it hurt.

The words hurt, I couldn't imagine how bad it was hurting Jimin.

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.

There was no way the baby would make it.

It was impossible.

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. Najoon carried Jimin to the bed and 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.

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

Yoongi had been captured and 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.

~~~

"Fvck, what is this?" Seokjin growled.

I wasn't dying.

I was very much alive, at that moment, it felt like I was dying. The thought of Jungkook being in a place like this was almost unbearable. When I finally reached the far side of the basement, I stopped dead in my tracks, my stomach twisting painfully.

"No," I whimpered, my eyes widening at the sight in front of me.

When I heard them swear behind me, I knew they were seeing what I was seeing. He was turned away from us, facing the wall. I didn't see his face but I knew it was Jungkook.

I felt it in my heart.

He was there.

My Jungkook.

He was right there in front of me. He was lying on the cold hard floor, pushed against the wall, with chains around his ankles and wrists. And he was barely covered, his white shirt ripped until nothing covered his body.

"No. No. No!"

I rushed forward, ignoring the burning ache in my leg. Falling beside him, I was too afraid to even touch his body.

Jungkook looked so fragile.

So small.

So broken.

He'd lost weight, some of his bones practically showing.

I reached forward and gently pushed his greasy hair out of his face.

His face was covered in dirt, it appeared slightly bruised.

"Jungkook?" I whispered brokenly, softly touching his cheek.

So cold.

He was so cold, freezing.

My heart stuttered and I frantically looked behind me.

Their faces were masks of horror.

"He's cold. He's so cold," I repeated.

I looked back at Jungkook, my mind and heart going crazy.

Agony coursed through my body.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

It wasn't my leg, it was my heart that hurt the most.

My Jungkook.

My sweet Angel.

Jungkook laid frozen, so still.

Too still.

I felt my heart break.

When I lost him, I thought I was in pain.

But now... now I knew what real pain felt like.

And my Angel went through worse than that.

"Angel," I whispered, leaning next to his ear.

"It's me. Taehyung. I'm here now."

I was desperate to see his beautiful brown eyes.

To hear his sweet voice.

I needed him.

And I knew, he needed me just as much, if not more.

I couldn't protect him.

I'd failed him and the thought felt like a bullet through my heart.

I had been careless and he had to pay the price.

My eyes pricked with unshed tears, I slowly leaned forward. As gently as I could, I wrapped my arms around Jungkook. I gathered my Angel in my arms and pulled close to my chest. His hair was matted with vomit and other things I didn't even want to think about.

I rocked back and forth, holding him to me, begging him to open his eyes.

I gently pressed my arms over his body, looking for any other bruises. My vision blurred as everything hit at once. All his pain and suffering. His face was turned toward my chest, I placed a kiss on his nose.

"Angel," I whimpered.

My eyes followed my hands.

Oh, fvck no.

Fvck no!

My heart stuttered painfully.

I forced myself to breathe.

I shook as my eyes took in what I was seeing.

My stomach cramped, I held Jungkook tighter to my chest.

This couldn't be happening.

Not my Angel.

My eyes stayed fixated on his body - his stomach.

"No," I whimpered, shaking my head wildly.

My eyes went to his face again.

He was still unconscious.

My Angel.

My beautiful Angel.

My eyes moved to his stomach again.

His round, rigid protruding stomach.

This time I let out an enraged roar that echoed through the stone walls.

I had him... and then I lost Jungkook.

I lost my Angel, the reason for every breath I took.

If he thought he could break Jungkook and just disappear, he was wrong. I was going to find him and break him like he broke my angel.

This war wasn't over.

I made a vow to my Angel.

I promised to let him fly... I promised to save his soul.

And my vows are never broken.

This was a battle for my Angel.