My hand shook, the gun unable to keep the aim at her. I saw the innocent little girl that told me to 'breathe' when I had my first panic attack. I couldn't see the killer in her eyes anymore, like it vanished.

My chest had started to tighten, and my throat had started to close up—making me hard to breathe. I felt trapped. My arms shook, my vision blurred as I fell the the floor—the gun no longer in my possession.

"I knew you were weak." Jae-eun whispered into my ear.

"You always acted tough, you always tried to hide the fear in your eyes but you're the one that's scared. You're scared of the past that's catching up with you. Unfortunately for you, Y/N, you're stuck with me. Funny that you believed my act." She scoffed.

Jae-eun placed two fingers under my jaw, lifting my head up. "Looks like your group is just as weak as you." Jae-eun said. The view was... horrifying. All seven of them seemed to be exhausted, trying to fight the outnumber of men. It wasn't fair.

My heart broke seeing everyone so worn out and tired. Jungkook was getting punched to the pulp, Jimin was getting kicked like a mat as he balled himself up on the floor, and Namjoon tried swinging but he missed as the guy swung his fist into Namjoon's face.

It was like in the movies, where if one person was down, they were all down. I couldn't give up, now. I was too far into this, and Bangtan has done so much for me. The least I could do was motivate them to bring them back up to their feet.

So if I get up, they'll get up.

I growled, raising my hand up as I clawed at her face. Jae-eun screams as she lets go of her hold on me. I stood up, clutching at my bloodied stomach with one hand while I quickly grab the gun that was on the floor with the other.

I stumbled a bit but I managed to keep my balance. "You would never shoot me, Y/N." Jae-eun challenged.

"You would never shoot your best friend, would you?" Jae-eun smiled softly. My arm trembles. I'm better than this. I'm not weak like Jae-eun said.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" Jae-eun asked again. "Your best friend?" She grinned.

"That's where you're wrong, Jae-eun." I raised my voice.

"I would never hurt my best friend." I paused.

"But this, this is not my best friend". I said confidently as I aim the gun up at her head. Worst case scenario, it'll hit her heart.

"My best friend has been dead a long time ago."

"This, this is a murderer."

"I'm doing this for you, eomma." I whispered as my finger steadies on the trigger.

"appa,

and Dae-suk."

And I pulled the trigger.

The noise rippled throughout the whole warehouse. Time freezes, everything freezes, everyone freezes.

Jae-eun and her men dropped to the floor after getting beat to the pulp—for Jae-eun's case, shot. The Bangtan boys whip their heads towards my direction, seeing a bleeding out Jae-eun and an unconscious Ae-cha as my hand trembles.

They stared at me, stunned. My mouth opens as I dropped the gun and let out a cry. I fall to my knees as I place my face into my hands and let out a sob, with plenty more sobs following.

I curled into a small ball, stuffing my head in between my knees as I heard quick footsteps headed towards me—someone pulls me into their arms. I swear I heard them saying 'breathe' but I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe or hear anything that's going around me. All I could feel was pain. Mentally and physically.

"It's okay, you're okay." The person whispered into my ear as they stroked my hair. I looked up to find who the voice was coming from, even though it was quite obvious. Jeon Jungkook.

I looked up to find a bruised and battered Jungkook. His left eye had a black bruise and his cheek had a fresh cut. I let out more sobs as I stroked his cheek lightly.

"You look horrible." I choked out. I didn't realize how much this would hurt them. I didn't realize how close we were to losing—how battered up they had looked.

My eyes wandered around, finding Bangtan. They had looked so bruised up from the hard fight, and all I could feel was guilt from making them follow me. Maybe they wouldn't be so hurt right now if they just didn't agree with me.

"I'm okay, Y/N-ah, we're okay," he assured me. I didn't believe it. "Don't cry," he frowned.

Jungkook goes leans his head down towards my level, "you don't look any better than I do." I slip a small smile as Jungkook brings up his thumb to wipe my tears away. "That's better, now let's get your cuts healed up."

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Jimin: Vote if you want me to hook up with Tae :P