"Do you have eyes on your targets?" Yoongi speaks in my ear—not literally, but into the comm. Seokjin, Namjoon and I were crouching behind the bushes we looked through the windows, tallying out how many men there were. There were a lot.

Namjoon's eyes widened. "There's a lot," he replies.

"No shit sherlock," Yoongi sighs. "Approximately how many are there?" Yoongi asks.

"Shit," Namjoon curses. I turned my head to look at him—trying to fix the damn binoculars.

"How the hell did you break those?" Seokjin laughs as quietly as he could for a second before he put his serious face on again. It wasn't easy to break binoculars, but he succeeded in the worst way.

"What?" Jungkook asks through the comm.

"Namjoon broke the damn binoculars." I replied. I heard loud sighs coming from the other side of the comm and some cursing from Yoongi.

"This is not the time nor place to mess up," Hoseok reminded, even though it was too late.

"I'll just take a look and see what's going on," I said, slowly getting up from my crouching position.

"No, Y/N. You can get caught. We'll just go in blind." Jungkook said. I was about to argue before Yoongi beat me to it.

"Just let her do her damn job, Jungkoo-" Jungkook interrupted Yoongi before he could even finish.

"We, are going in blind." Jungkook said with a demanding tone. The others listened to him, only because he was the 'commander' of the gunmen group.

Namjoon assigned Jungkook commander because he's apparently the second best at aiming and he's pretty swift other than Jimin. Usually, Jimin is commander but since that's a problem right now, Jungkook is taking over.

"We are entering after the main section is mostly wiped out and Seokjin, Y/N, and I will eliminate the side men." Namjoon says.

"Copy that." Taehyung said as the others said a few words of approval.

"When are you entering?" I ask.

"You'll know when." Taehyung replies on the comm. Namjoon, Seokjin, and I all gave each other questionable looks as we sat and waited for a sign.

Minutes later, we hear gunshots—lots of them. Seokjin, Namjoon and I stay behind the bushes, listening for sounds. We had to lay low, because if anything happened to them, it would be up to us.

We wait for the signal to go in, making sure we did it correctly or it would jeopardize our whole plan.

"Are we good?" Namjoon asked, trying to communicate with the gun group.

No reply. Namjoon asks again, but all we could hear was gunshots coming from the other side of the warehouse—but no reply.

"Jungkook? Taehyung, Hoseok? Yoongi!" Namjoon repeats again. His face held worry—worried that we had lost them all.

"They're not replying." Namjoon says, trying to hide the panic from his face. My instant thought goes to them being shot, killed even. I cringed at the thought and shook my head. They were chosen to be first because they're aces. They have to come out.

I got tempted to just stand up and see what's going on, but Seokjin tugs onto my leg to keep my down. "We will get caught, Y/N! We don't know where they're placed, we don't even know where everyone else is."

"I just want to see! They could be fucking captured right now and we might even be too late to save them!" I almost whisper yelled.

"Well, they could be fine too! What if you get spotted—what if they're alive and you just ruin the plan to save Jimin!?" He argued back.

"Shut up and follow the plan both of you. Y/N, you are staying here. Now both of you sit down and wait for their call." Namjoon didn't seem panicked anymore, instead, he seemed fierce and ready.

We all sat there in silence. "You know, I'm sorry. I know you love Jungkook and you want to make sure he's okay but we do have procedures to follow." Seokjin said softly, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry for not thinking first about what I said earlier." I apologized as well.

"Sorry to break up your forgiveness fest but we got a problem," A breathless Yoongi speaks into our ears. We all exchanged glances as our eyes widened. It's been well over five minutes and they had finally responded.

"Glad to hear you're alive. What's the issue?" Namjoon asked.

"Yoongi, Hoseok and I barricaded ourselves in a room because there were too many men." Taehyung responded.

"And Jungkook?" I asked.

No response.

"Where's Jungkook?" I asked again, why didn't they mention Jungkook?

"He said he'd get the rest that were chasing us, but he told us to barricade ourselves in the room..." Hoseok trailed off.

"Why would he say that?" I ask.

"Because we all almost got caught, Y/N. He told us to barricade ourselves in a room because he knew that it would be worse if we all did. He told us to right before we heard a single gunshot." Yoongi said.

My eyes filled with tears. "They shot him? Is he dead?" Why weren't they panicking about this? Was it just me that was worried?

"We don't know, Y/N. As far as we know, well we know nothing. We just heard a gunshot." Hoseok replied.

"And fucking none of you decided to help him?" I whispered-yelled into the comm.

"I- I'm sorry, Y/N. We couldn't help him." Hoseok apologizes.

"Why do you say that as if he's dead?" I said, my lips trembling.

"We don't have enough ammo—we can't do anything. Usually, enemies shoot to kill—like we do. It's possible that they sho-" Yoongi says before I heard a quiet 'shut up', probably coming from Hoseok.

"He's not dead, Y/N." Hoseok says.

"And how do you know th-" I get interrupted.

"Let's focus on the task at hand right now. We are here for Jimin. Did anyone see Jimin anywhere?" Namjoon spoke up.

"There were definitely many men there, but I didn't see Jimin. I don't think anyone else saw them, either." Taehyung answered.

I drowned out the conversation. I didn't feel like continuing the mission, not without Jungkook. I felt rage, fury. I felt angry—I felt angry at the others for not helping Jungkook. I felt like they ditched him, like they abandoned him for dead.

Being abandoned is the worst feeling ever, I've had enough of that. I was going to find a way to save him.

I stood up before Seokjin tugged at my knee, trying to make me sit down. "The hell you doing?" He asked. "They're going to see us!"

I pulled my leg from him, counting how many barrels of ammo I had. "It's not we. If you guys aren't going in to save him, I will. I'm so done with the most important people in my life leaving me, all to save me. I'm done being the one getting saved. If you guys aren't going to help me,

-then pray to God himself that I'll make it out alive."

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