Ch.20
Jimin's P.O.V.
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The ride over to the old factory felt like forever. No one spoke a word as we went 40 over the speed limit. Taehyung made a joke that we would die in a car crash before saving (F/n). That was ill timed and he shut up instantly. Hoseok was the only one who was allowed to speak. Even so he didn't say much, he was being the bridge between Seokjin and Yoongi. The two still weren't talking to each other after what happened in the warehouse. I wanted them to get over it and put their feelings aside for (F/n), but the hyungs could be so dramatic. Seokjin would ask for directions and Hoseok would have to ask Yoongi. That meant after Yoongi answered, Hoseok would have to tell Seokjin. Namjoon was growing antsy in the back with us since he liked things to go fast.
Digging my nails into my thighs, I looked out the window with panic. It was hard to know which factory when all of them were abandoned and were nothing, but shadows with the moonlight glowing over them. It was getting close to midnight which was the cut off time according to the envelope. They've had (F/n) since the afternoon and that made me sick to my stomach. It was infuriating to imagine them terrifying her to death. Yoongi eventually pointed out which factory we had to go into. It was time for me to go out. We never officially came up with a plan, but we all knew what our jobs were. I was still the spy. Hoseok would try and talk to the others with Yoongi right next to him. Jungkook and Namjoon would burst in if anything went wrong. Taehyung was going to help handle people going rogue. Seokjin had the hardest job in my opinion. He was worried for (F/n), but was forced to stay in the car. Ready to drive off with a breathing (F/n) or not.
Namjoon opened the car door while the truck was still moving at a fast speed. Crouching down, I gave my goodbyes as I jumped out. My hands touched the hard ground first as I tucked my head, lowering my body to roll on my back. Soon I was on my feet and running with my head down. They dropped me off where I assumed was the back entrance of the giant factory. Making my way to the steal doors, there was no one patrolling around. Lifting my head up, I peeked through the dirty windows to see a flashlight moving around inside. Great. Looking down to the ground, I spotted a two decently sized rock by my foot. Picking up the smooth stone, my thumb rubbed its cold surface before smashing it through the tiny window. The flashlight immediately came my way as I grabbed the second stone. I tossed it into a bush as the door opened. The person ran towards the movement in the bush while I was hidden in the dark.
Perfect. Holding onto the door, I slipped inside the building. We were wearing all black so it was easy to move around in the darkness. The only thing I had to get used to was having bright colored hair which I learned when I had orange hair. My feet stayed low to the ground, but I didn't drag them. They were like soft hops as I made my way through the building. There was a specific room that I spotted dim lights and blurry figures standing in. That must be all the members from the gang. Dirty windows were hiding their true identities from me. Crawling under tables with thousand of rusty trinkets, I was growing impatient to get to (F/n). She needed to be saved already. Suddenly, the lights in the room that I was in lit up. The black that helped engulf me vanished and here I was under a table like a child afraid of lightening.
Footsteps were heard from above. Someone was walking on the metal stairs. They didn't lead anywhere but gave a perfect view of everything happening underneath. Now that I couldn't hide in the dark, it was hard to move. They had sight and hearing me shuffle would immediately get me spotted. Swearing inside my head, I was hoping that maybe Taehyung could help me out. This wasn't going down the way I had hoped which was to be expected. We didn't know the layout beforehand, we have no idea how they fight, and the more I thought about it the more I got frustrated. I don't fight people. I just watch and make sure everything is safe and clear for my members. Fighting was something I didn't like to do, but I've done it before. There are just some things I won't do because of my morals and the promise I made in the beginning. I will never use a weapon, do drugs, or kill someone. Even though the last one was very tempting.
"Are you gonna keep hiding?" They laughed. "Which one are you? There's seven of ya so it's hard to keep track."
Staying silent, I kept my eyes watching the stairs in case they decided to come down. If they did then that meant I had no choice but to fight. Seeing the stairs shake from a heavy step, I made sure to get ready to come out from the table. Narrowing my eyes as the legs came into view, I randomly hear the sound of a slam. Something quick whizzes through the air that causes the member to fall down the railing. His body crashed down onto a work table, loudly snapping everything from under him in half. It looked like he was out of it, but I wasn't too happy with the noise. Getting out from the table, I saw the blurry figures getting suspicious at all the noise.
"Psst!" I heard someone to my right. It almost made my heart stop until I realized it was Taehyung trying to catch my attention through a window. "No need to thank me." He smirked.
"This is no time to be joking around!" I whisper yelled, keeping my body from being seen from the other members. "What'd you even do to that guy?"
"I tranquilized him." Taehyung shrugged to see my expression. When in the world did Namjoon get this idiot a tranquilizer!? "I see that look on your face. I got it from some guy who ran into a bush. He put up a fight, most of them were shot, but I used the last one to help you out."
"Thanks." I sighed.
If it weren't for him, I would have stayed a sitting duck. Taehyung whispered bye before shutting the window again. I hurried over to the light switch, turning all the lights off for safety again. As soon as the lights were out, a member kicked open the door. The dim light from the other room barely spilled in here so I was still safe. Except for my hair. The member turned his head and spotted my not so inconspicuous blonde hair. They smirked as they made their way towards me. Shifting towards the side, I ran through the door entry before they could lay their hands on me. At this point, it was hard to sneak around when the place was empty. The room that I had just entered was bare to the bone. The only thing in here were Myon, Woohyun, and the one member that tried attacking me. Then the girl we've been looking for tied up in a chair.
"Seunjo, you found one!" Myon cheered happily. There was a gun in his hand while (F/n) didn't react to hear one of us arrive. Her head was drooping down and I hated to imagine what they did to her. "What's this one's name? I'm not too good with names, but to be fair Yoongi wasn't kind enough to say your name."
"That's not important." Yoongi's voice entered the room.
Turning my head in his direction, I gave him and Hoseok an apologetic smile. They already had me trapped and there wasn't much I could do. Hoseok and Yoongi entered to start compromising with the others. Seunjo kept a watchful eye over me as I stayed in the corner. It made me feel pathetic. (F/n) was right there! Woohyun gave the two guys's a dirty stare meanwhile Myon was smiling at their presence. He was so twisted inside. He stood up in excitement, ignoring the girl right behind him. It was hard to tell if she was unconscious or not. I think she was since she probably would have lifted her head to hear us coming in. Licking my bottom lip, I remained alert and reading to jump back onto my feet. Something told me that getting (F/n) wouldn't be easy.
"Min Yoongi! And another guy! Wow, isn't this just becoming a party?" Myon stared at the two members. "What brings you guys here?"
"Listen here you f*cking pshyco, we're taking (F/n) back." Yoongi growled as Hoseok stepped in.
"She's not in our gang so we thought it would be best to bring her back home." Hoseok chuckled, noting that the person he was talking to wasn't mentally stable at all.
"Aw, is it her bed time already?" Myon frowned. "Does that mean I have to do this already?" He raised the gun directly towards her head.
"No!" I shouted to see his grin grow wider.
"Good. Because the fun is just getting started. I'd like to see where this all goes." Myon laughed as Yoongi gave me a sharp glare.
I needed to keep my mouth shut. Unlike them, I was acting on emotions. My little outburst could have gotten her killed. Yoongi rolled his shoulders, trying to get comfortable here. Hoseok was trying not to keep glancing at (F/n). Though he was worried, he wanted to show that he wasn't panicking. It was so hard. She was right there. It made me want to go rogue, but then our efforts would go to sh*t. Not like we've made a lot of progress though. I've been caught already and two of our members haven't even started a real conversation with Myon.
"Why do you even want her?" Yoongi tilted his head with a sigh. His face was hard and stoic.
"Because Woohyun says she's close to you guys! I knew you guys would come over if I took your little friend," Myon stated. "I really needed to talk to you so I thought I would borrow her for help."
"Woohyun's a dumb f*ck." Yoongi crossed his arms. Their maknae's eyes widened in rage, muttering threats against the blue hair. "I told him specifically that she meant nothing to us. She's nothing, but a bother."
"Really?" Myon asked as if this was the most interesting information he's ever been given. "She told me you hated her, but she was friends with the others."
"So she likes to talk?" Yoongi scoffed. He ignored my glares without a care. Hoseok didn't say much since it seemed like Yoongi knew how to handle Myon. It sounded like he was saying all the wrong things, but Myon was happy to have the gun away and get yelled at. "Well, I'm here even though I wasn't planning to be. What do you want?"
"Ugh, do we have to get there already?" Myon whined. "I really wanted to save that for the end."
"Patience was never really my thing." Yoongi huffed which suddenly irked Myon. It was a 'playful' conversation until Yoongi said that. It made Myon's strange personality shift.
"Oh really? You know what else wasn't your thing?" Myon took a step forward, now full of rage.
It made Yoongi and Hoseok take a step back. Switching glances at Seunjo and Woohyun, even they were shocked by the sudden change. Myon's face was red with veins bulging all around his upper body. He spoke through gritted teeth as if he was making an attempt to calm himself down and hold back. The male's shift was enough to make me feel certain that going rogue would not end well. His gun wasn't that scary anymore. Looking over my shoulder, I didn't see Taehyung staring through any windows. It had me wondering what situation would make Jungkook and Namjoon run in.
"..." Yoongi didn't answer.
"God, you've changed a lot and you don't even realize it! I bet these guys think you're so cold and dead inside." Myon glared at Hoseok and I. "They don't even know the b*st*rd I got to know a couple years back. The Min Yoongi I know wouldn't join a single gang for the life of him! He hated having people depend on him, listening to others, and wouldn't hesitate to throw people under the bus!"
"Myon. I've had enough ranting for tonight." Yoongi shoved his hands in his pockets. Hoseok had the same panicked reaction as I. Wouldn't his careless words make Myon explode? But there was Myon, smiling with his hands on his face.
"This is the @sshole I know!" Myon laughed. "But why only with me!? I see you treating these guys different even though you're nothing but an unwanted thug like me! These guys think they have problems...oh boy!" Myon spun around, officially losing it. If he wasn't crazy before then he's finally reached insanity.
"Can we get (F/n)?" Hoseok spoke, pointing his hand towards her. Myon gasped in utter outrage. He exaggeratedly put his hand on his chest in an offended manner first and then lightly smacked Hoseok's hand away.
"Hell no. I'm waiting for the others!" Myon grinned wildly. "I want you all to watch her get violated in ten different ways."
My eyes widened at his comment. I knew my gang wasn't as bad as others, but there were some things about the criminal world that were still shocking to me. It's not like I've been completely desensitized to all of this. I've heard it all before, but it was a lot to hear when they were talking about (F/n) in that way. If he wanted the others to show up first then I hoped Namjoon and Jungkook would be smart enough to stay outside. Yoongi needed to handle this himself. He was the only one who managed to handle the maniac. Hoseok's brows were furrowed at Myon, but Yoongi kept the same face he always did. I wondered if it mattered to him. Did he hate (F/n) so much to let something like that happen to her? He may be a broken human being, but he still had to have some morals. I wasn't dumb enough to believe everyone had morals anymore. Yoongi though, I had faith in him that the gang has probably helped him retain some humanity.
Hearing a panicked shout, I turn my head to see a nightmare. Jungkook was running in with Namjoon trying to chase after him. He needed to hold back the maknae from doing something stupid. This was ridiculous. If Jungkook really cared about (F/n) then he would have chosen a better time to come in! My mind almost lost it when Taehyung came in through another entrance. Hoseok looked just as frustrated as me. Were we the only ones who knew the danger they've just put (F/n) in!? Jungkook pushed past his two hyungs, to uppercut Myon. At that point, all hell broke loose. Even Yoongi was shocked by the youngest's reckless actions. Fury sparked in his eyes as I stood up from the corner.
"Maknae, you gotta be f*cking kidding me!" Yoongi pulled Jungkook off.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Jungkook yelled as Myon laughed manically on the ground.
Seunjo turned to face me with a glare. Looks like I have to fight. Since I was the closest to him, he made it his mission to handle me first. The male was giant, towering over me as I shoved my elbow into his stomach. He stumbled backwards as Taehyung jumped onto his back. The silver hair kept the tall male in a choke hold before getting thrown off. I was thankful for Taehyung's help. It actually helped the situation compared to Jungkook's punch. Seunjo coughed for air as I brought my leg up high to then bring it down on his head. Seunjo fell face first onto the concrete as Taehyung got up again. He made sure to keep Seunjo on the ground by pulling out a knife and keeping it pressed to his neck.
"I've got him!" Taehyung panted as I looked up to see Woohyun fighting our maknae. Myon was tasting the blood dribbling out from his mouth, telling people he bit his tongue.
Namjoon and Hoseok tried going over to (F/n), only to get into a fight with Mysung. He came in at the worst time for us. He was the one Taehyung fought for the tranquilizer, so it must have been Kanghoon who was out on the broken table. Yoongi had his hands in fists as he watched Myon on the floor. Biting my lip, I figured it was best to go behind (F/n)'s chair. Everyone was too busy fighting that they wouldn't see me quietly making my way towards her. Myon was also too lost in his insanity. I made quiet steps to the opposite side of the room and knew I just had to get to her chair to untie her. Yoongi saw me get closer and his eyes told me no. He was so annoying right now. I was soon behind her, my hands touching the rope around her wrists. I did it!
I thought.
Myon stopped laughing on the ground to point the gun in my face. He had a smirk on his face that didn't make me feel hopeless. Instead I was close to lunging at him. Yoongi gave me a disappointed look and I scoffed to realize I was being reckless like Jungkook. I just did it in my own style. Yoongi knows Myon better than the rest of us and he was giving me a warning. He knew Myon would be able to detect me trying to get (F/n) untied. Taking my hands off the rope, I kept my eyes connected with that disgusting man in front of me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Myon said. "There's only six of you here. Where's the last one? Trying to ambush him on me?"
"He's not showing up." Yoongi growled.
"Liar~," Myon intoned, the gun never leaving the spot between my eyes.
"I'm telling the truth," Yoongi grumbled for Myon to face him. The gun was finally away from me and I could breathe normally again.
"No!" He screamed. "Yoongi, you don't tell the truth! Everything that comes out of your d*mn mouth is a lie!"
"Why are you so obsessed with me!?" Yoongi shouted. "You were always an annoying litte sh*t who followed me around!"
"You say that like I'm younger than you." Myon eyed the blue hair. He waited for Yoongi to respond, but he never did.
Myon was going to say something else but chose not to once he saw his men struggling. Taehyung still had Seunjo under control. He's been leaving all kinds of cuts on the male to let him know that a simple cut on the throat was nothing. Namjoon and Hoseok were doing their best to handle Mysung. If they had been fighting alone, Mysung might have had the upper hand. Then there was Jungkook who was practically killing Woohyun. The brunette was repeatedly kicking his knee into Woohyun, not caring about the cracking sounds. Woohyun was struggling to keep his back straight as a lot of saliva drooped down from his lips with blood mingling in it. Jungkook pressed the other maknae against the wall and threw his fist into their face. I didn't flinch to see Woohyun's nose in a different position from how it originally was. A lot of blood was escaping the curly haired male since his lips were also busted.
"H-Hey! That one! Get it to stop and leave Woohyun alone!" Myon shouted angrily. He pointed at Jungkook, his finger trembling to see the first year destroying his youngest member, a third year. Jungkook was unbelievably strong for his age and it was always an advantage. Sometimes it could get to his head and cause him to lose control. Shy Jungkook can only turn into this monster at certain times. He didn't know how to shut it off.
"His name is Jeon Jungkook!" Yoongi kicked Myon's face. "They're my family you d*mn waste of air!"
That's when I took the chance to untie (F/n) from her chair. As soon as I loosened the ropes around her wrists, I could hear a soft whimper. Moving my body to see her face, it was hard with all her hair covering it. I could still spot it. Her lip was quivering as her eye shifted towards me. She wasn't unconscious. Had she been awake this whole time? Luckily she didn't witness me losing my mind, but Jungkook was a different story. My hands went down to untie the rope around her feet as Myon was struggling against Yoongi. It was barely even a fight. Yoongi had his hands around Myon's wrists while Myon tried to free his hands. He acted like Satan to a child in seconds.
He was furious to see our maknae letting out his anger on someone who he must have considered family. I never seen that reaction from Myon. I could have never imagined that coming from him. Jungkook had Woohyun on the ground, kicking the male with no mercy. It looked like Woohyun was drifting off into unconsciousness which caused Myon to start screaming nonsense. He especially lost it once Woohyun's eyes rolled back into his head. It left me at a loss of words. (F/n) should never have to deal with this life style that my friends and I put ourselves in. Jungkook and I entered at the same time, but there is a clear difference between us. Seeing him look satisfied to have Woohyun out made me scowl. The brunette let out an exhilarated breath and wiped the sweat on his brow.
Myon started shooting wildly at the ceiling. (F/n)'s soft whimpers became a little louder. Rubbing her shoulder, I murmured to her that she needed to stay quiet. Even though she was untied, the situation still wasn't over. Jungkook turned to face Mysung who was groaning on the ground. Namjoon and Hoseok did enough to him. Myon's bulging eyes watched Jungkook trudge over to Mysung with rage. Shaking my head, I heard Taehyung let out yelp. Seunjo had pushed him off and took the knife away. Things had to keep getting worse. Jungkook stopped showing interest in Mysung and marched over to Seunjo who was cornering Taehyung. The tall male raised the knife with Taehyung trapped, but Jungkook took Seunjo's wrist. His arm was twisted by the maknae, forcing him to drop the weapon.
"Leave him alone!!" Myon took his hand out from Yoongi's. He started flailing the gun everywhere but didn't shoot. Where there any bullets left? "That little f*ck is gonna die!"
"You're next!" Jungkook shot him a glare as he took a hold of the knife that had fallen on the ground. My eyes checked (F/n) again as she scrunched her face. She didn't want to see this anymore and I could understand why. It wasn't my first time. Jungkook preferred using his fists, but he did get impatient. The knife was slammed into Seunjo's shoulder.
"Seunjo!" Myon tried kicking at Yoongi. Jungkook had Seunjo on the floor, twisting the knife around in the fresh wound. Soon Jungkook pulled the knife out and tossed it across the room. He was never one for torture. Jungkook did his job once they were no longer a threat. Seunjo was slowly bleeding on the floor, but Jungkook purposely didn't stab him somewhere important.
"We're saving (F/n)!" Jungkook hollered.
"Myon, stop it!" Yoongi gritted his teeth at Myon's attempts to escape. There was no way the hat wearing weirdo had a chance.
"How could you, Min Yoongi?" Myon tilted his head. "You were the closest I had to family back then. Remember this place!? We used to hang out here every day! It's where I made my own rules, my own gang. And now you let this toddler kill 'em all!"
"They're still alive!" Yoongi huffed as he pushed Myon away from him.
Everyone was panting heavily. Namjoon and Hoseok hurried to restrain Jungkook from pulling another reckless move. Taehyung stumbled over a few feet behind them. (F/n) was shaking, but I brought my hand towards her. She kept them behind her back and flinched at first when my fingers made contact with hers. Then she tightly held my hand back, begging me not to let go. Myon was a couple feet away from Yoongi. He's lost everything, but he still had the gun. It was throwing everyone off. Yoongi had him but now Myon was free to do whatever he liked. The evil grin on Myon's face made me instantly look at Namjoon. His teeth were gritted and I knew we were all relying on fate now.
"I want you dead, Min Yoongi...all of you..." Myon lifted the gun to Yoongi's face. This time a shiver ran down my spine. It felt different from the other time Yoongi had a gun pointed at his face. Yoongi must have felt the same since his face looked paler. His calm, stoic expression was gone. The trigger was pulled, and I brought my head down. At that moment, a loud bang echoed in the factory. The sound of a body collapsed and (F/n) was loudly crying now. The rest of the members were screaming, Jungkook was losing himself as he fell to his knees. Taehyung's eyes were wide and he looked like he was going to throw up. "You got to be kidding me..." Myon mumbled in a low voice.
"SEOKJIN!!!" Yoongi's voice rang out. Raising my head, Yoongi went to the floor where Seokjin was. When did he leave the car!? My breathing was heavy to know one of us was actually shot. We can't bring him to a hospital. What are we going to do? There's no way we'll be able to get him proper care. Seokjin was clutching onto his arm and I let out a cry of relief. It would have been too much to handle if he was shot anywhere on his body. The last thing I wished was for the bullet to have hit where Myon was aiming on Yoongi.
"You said he wasn't coming!" Myon complained. Of course that's what he was going on about. Hoseok whispered something to Namjoon casuing them to loosen their grip on the maknae. Jungkook caught himself from falling onto the ground with his hands. He was staring at the ground, having a hard time just like Taehyung was. Tears were streaming down (F/n)'s cheeks while a few rolled off my own.
"...you'll regret meeting me..." Yoongi slowly raised his head to give Myon a deadly glare. Staring at them, I didn't know what Yoongi was capable of. He rarely ever fought, hated running, and seemed to only ever make snide comments.
"Heh, with those threats again?" Myon smiled as Yoongi did a quick glance towards the right. The smile fell as Myon looked at what Yoongi had stared at. There was nothing on the right, but a wall and Woohyun's bloodied body. That's when Jungkook came from the left screaming at the top of his lungs. The gun fell out of Myon's hand and Yoongi didn't hesitate to grab it. Yoongi stared back down at Seokjin who was wincing in in pain, trying his best to not groan too much.
"You'll get vengeance," Yoongi said in a dark tone.
"C-Careful..." Seokjin hissed, closing his eyes tightly as Namjoon and Hoseok came to grab him. They pulled the oldest away from the fight. They took Seokjin's thick jacket off to see the bullet wound that was inflicted. It appeared to just be in the muscle and not too deep. I was happy to know it didn't reach any bone, so we could actually help him at the warehouse.
Taehyung was now vomiting near Seunjo and I knew it wasn't because the wound was a little gory. Taehyung could handle gore, but he hated seeing Seokjin be the one with the bullet in him. Turning my head to (F/n), I lifted her up from the chair. She kept her head down and tried her best to move her legs. They were trembling to no end. Jungkook was harming Myon like he did with Woohyun, but worse. Teeth were flying out and Yoongi's hand on the gun wasn't nervous over the trigger. Tonight would be the scariest night (F/n) has ever seen us. I made my way with (F/n) towards the exit, but Mysung had gotten back onto his feet. You got to be kidding me. Huffing angrily, I lowered (F/n) back down onto the ground. Taehyung crawled over to her, wiping his chin clean.
Swinging my fist into Mysung's face, he didn't fly to the floor like I wanted. He grabbed my shirt and threw me against the wall. Gasping from the throw, I slid to the floor as he eyed me down. That hurt like a b*tch. Getting back onto my feet, I tried throwing another punch only for it to be caught. Fighting was never my thing. At least I didn't want it to be. (F/n) was watching in fear as the chaos went down. Namjoon and Hoseok lifted Seokjin's body. They were running him back to the truck so I knew we had to get (F/n) to the truck too. Mysung struck my face as I heard (F/n) cry out for me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly hit my face against the wall. Before he could do it a second time, I pushed myself against the wall to face him. We were both breathing heavily, but he had more injuries than me.
My knuckles were immediately digging into his neck as I threw a punch. Mysung coughed from the hit which gave me the chance to thrust the heel of my palm upward on his face. His nose crunched with the attack. Grabbing the sides of his face, I brought my knee to his jaw multiple times. I would fight if I needed to. Mysung collapsed to the floor, his jaw dislocated from the beating it took. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it had to be done. Taehyung and I put (F/n)'s arms around our shoulders to lift her up. Glancing at Jungkook and Yoongi one last time, Jungkook left Myon battered to the point where I saw bone. It made me want to gag. We carried (F/n) out, bringing her to the truck as fast as we could.
"Go with them!" Yoongi's voice could be heard.
"Hyungâ" Jungkook tired yet angry voice spoke, but he was cut off by a tone none of us would ever defy.
"OUT."
The truck was running as we arrived to it. Namjoon and Hoseok had Seokjin resting in the bed of the truck. Taehyung frowned to see our eldest like this and my heart was still aching. His arm had Hoseok's sleeve tied around his bicep. It made me admire Hoseok a lot more for not just ripping his sleeve, but for maybe such an amazing hyung. He would cheer us up, take care of us, and sometimes I never knew why. Taehyung opened the car door, muttering in a breathy voice little things to calm down the shaking female. He got in there with her, petting her hair. Taking a step into the truck, I saw Jungkook running towards the truck as the sound of a gun shot boomed through the dark night. Sitting next to (F/n), I waited for Jungkook to come in. Once he did, he shut the door and began sobbing.
Jungkook never cried.
The maknae refused to show any kind of emotions that made him look weak. He was panting heavily from all the fighting, running, and let his emotions rip at him. One of our hyungs almost got shot, one did, (F/n) was captured, but saved, and then Yoongi was probably doing something that none of us have done or will ever do. Yoongi was still human to us though and was family. Hugging Jungkook, he tried fighting me off but eventually let himself stay still. He calmed himself down by the time Yoongi came into the driver's seat. He didn't have a driver's license but could still drive. Decently. Blood was splattered on Yoongi's clothes and face. I almost wanted to ask what he did, but I was afraid of the answer. I knew though. We all did.
"Hold on tight," Yoongi uttered as he started driving forward.
The three in the bed of the truck were holding onto dear life as Yoongi went over the speed limit. Suddenly, Kanghoon was on the road in front of us. (F/n) was digging her face into Taehyung's chest, knowing that Yoongi was not stopping. The hit happened quick and we all heard Kanghoon's neck snap as his body was thrusted into the air. We didn't speak a word as Yoongi drove us back to the warehouse. (F/n)'s whimpers were the only thing heard and some of Taehyung's kind words to calm her down. The poor girl was most likely scarred. It made me want to quit being a gangster, so I could protect her from the bad things in life. I didn't want her to believe I was a part of the horrible things in this world. Yoongi turned onto the dead street of our warehouse, parking in the front.
Namjoon and Hoseok got help from Yoongi to carry Seokjin to the couch inside. Hyung kept saying he could walk and that it was only an arm wound, but we ignored him. Seokjin wouldn't tell us if he got shot if someone else got shot. It was a good thing that wasn't the case. Taehyung let (F/n) ride on his back which made me jealous. Was I really jealous at a moment like this? Turning to Jungkook, he wiped his face and wasn't full of rage anymore. He also wasn't crying anymore which was good. Rubbing his back, we came inside the warehouse with the rest.
Hoseok was already pulling the bullet out of Seokjin's arm. Namjoon had brought all the right materials while Yoongi instructed the red head what to do. Taehyung lowered (F/n) onto a foldable chair and faced her with a tiny boxy smile. She had stopped crying. Her sniffles were soft, her lips quivering lightly, and her nose red. I was frozen near the entrance. I wanted to hug her, but I didn't want her to think of me differently after tonight. She's never seen me fight someone and I didn't want to make that a reoccurring thing. Jungkook then walked over to her, bringing her into a tight embrace. She didn't look horrified to be touched by him even though he had dry blood on him. Even though he beat a guy unconscious and almost a second guy. (F/n) only smiled and my fear washed away as I ran towards her. Jungkook pulled away to let me hug her tightly.
"I'm so glad you're okay. They didn't touch you?" I asked, feeling tears form again.
"I'm fine..." (F/n) said softly. "But Seokjinâ"
"Ahh!" Seokjin grunted as Hoseok disinfected the wound. "I'm okay...I'm happy we got you back, (F/n)."
"That was reckless." Yoongi broke into the conversation. We all faced towards him as he glared at Seokjin. The eldest only smiled softly. "Why'd you step in front of me?"
"I'd hate to have our last conversation be a fight. I deserve something better than that." Seokjin chuckled. "Then you even do something I'd never recommend in billion years for me."
"But you were mad at me!" Yoongi's voice started to shake. We were all shocked to see our toughest member lower his head. Seokjin wasn't surprised at all and only stared at Yoongi with a weak smile. "We were both mad at each other!!"
"Listen to yourself. WERE." Seokjin sighed tiredly. "Besides, we're brothers."
"Seokjin-nim..." Yoongi swallowed hard. I've never heard him use an honorific on anyone. "I wanted to make it right..."
"It's okay. You're forgiven. Let's just get some rest tonight." Seokjin placed his hand on Yoongi's head for comfort. Yoongi buried his face on Seokjin's chest, letting out muffled sobs.