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Jungkook woke up a little later. Rubbing his eyelids, his face scrunched up before he closed his eyes tightly. Tears poured out of his eyelids and trailed down the sides of the face, touching the wooden floor. I cupped my hands around his face, frowning at his expression.

"They killed them, Y/N." He said, gripping my shirt. "They killed my parents." Jungkook's voice cracked as he sobbed. "A-After all this time, it's been her men. After all the time of searching and searching for my parents' killers—they were right of front of me." He said, sobbing into my shirt.

I hugged him. I just wanted to take all of his pain and misery away. "We have more in common than you think," I sniffled. I trailed my fingers through his rough dark brown hair.

"Nine months ago I learned that the car accident wasn't an accident, but a plot. I-If you helped me pull through everything, I won't hesitate to be there for you to help you through this, too." I slipped my fingers into his. I just really hope that he wouldn't push me away.

"Please stay," The whispers that came out of his mouth sounded more like a desperate cry.

"I won't leave." I said, holding in tears, I had to be the strong one in this situation. "I won't ever leave you," I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

His mouth drew a small smile, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. I kept sliding my hand through his hair which gave me comfort.

Maybe I should go check on the others. I hated feeling vulnerable.

I got up slowly, making sure Jungkook's head was somewhat comfortable on my jacket that I slipped off earlier. I grabbed my gun, slipping in the last barrel of ammo.

Gotta make it worth it.

I heard distant footsteps. I cocked my gun while turning 180. The footsteps came closer, and closer, and and closer until several familiar faces came from the basement.

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Y/N!" A voice called out, I noticed it was Jimin as he ran towards me for a hug. Weird time for one. But I accepted it anyways.

"I heard that you were the ones that encouraged everyone else to engage, thank you for saving me." He whispered into my ear. I patted his back slowly and gently before Taehyung stepped up.

"Can I borrow you for a second?" Taehyung asked.

"O-oh, yeah sure." He said, taking a step back from me.

"No, I meant you, Jimin." He said in a deep voice. I wonder if Jimin has fallen for him yet because if I were a guy, I'd be long gone.

Jimin's eyes widened before he nodded, following Taehyung to the far side of the warehouse. Taehyung seemed to want a lot of privacy considering how far they were going.

I took my eyes off of them as Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi came up to me. Their faces filled with guilt. "I'm sorry that I doubted you—us, the group. I was afraid that we'd lose everyone especially with the number of people that we are suppose to eliminate. Out of everyone, as the leader, I should have believed you or at least given you a chance to explain. I'm sorry." Namjoon started.

"Thanks for making us come to our senses with your very long and boring speech." Yoongi rolled his eyes as a little smile peaked.

"We got both Jungkook and Jimin back while getting rid of the people that made us keep looking over our shoulders all this time. It was all because of you, Y/N." Hoseok smiled.

"I also know that both of yours and Jungkook's parents were killed by this agency, so whatever we did, we had a purpose. Now you can let go of whatever was holding you back—not just Y/N and Jungkook, but all of us." Namjoon said.

"Where's Taehyung and Jimin? They should be hearing this," Hoseok asked suddenly.

We all turn to look—seeing Jimin and Taehyung walking towards us, hand-in-hand. Both of their expressions were cheery. 'Did you-' I mouthed to Taehyung. Before I could finish my question, he nodded his head.

"You bitches owe me $50." Yoongi said, pointing to Namjoon and Hoseok.

"That reminds me... Jimin, you still owe me the $50," Taehyung said.

"For what?" He scoffed.

"For Jungkook and Y/N." He clenched his teeth, trying to be quiet.

"I heard that," I rolled my eyes.

"And you bet on us?" Taehyung asked.

"It was so obvious when you guys would stare at each other and look at each other when your hands would accidentally touch." Hoseok rolled his eyes as he shook his head, smiling.

"I mean, you bet on us," I looked down at Jungkook and looked back up. "So it's quite even." I smiled.

Namjoon came up to Taehyung and patted his back, giving him a thumbs up.

"What are we going to do with the bodies, though? As much as I'd like to have a nice laugh, we need to figure out what to do first." I asked.

"I brought a grenade—two, actually." Taehyung said, grabbing both of them out of his bag. "It's remote controlled, so we can get as far away from here as possible before we ignite it."

"Let's plant one in the basement and plant one in here. Make sure to gather all the bodies in one pile in the basement and here so we make sure the police gets no evidence of what had happened." Namjoon said with a serious tone. That's really what I liked about him, he can get careless but when it comes to danger, it's an automatic turn and he becomes serious.

"The basement is ready. The bodies are piled together so there will be no solid evidence." Jimin reported as he came back up to ground level from the basement.

"We're ready here too. Are grenades ready and intact?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin nodded.

"Could somebody wake Jungkook up?" Namjoon asked. I immediately walked over and shook him awake. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Jungkook, we need to go." I whispered. Jimin and Taehyung came over, helping Jungkook up as he balanced on one leg. They slid his arms over their shoulders as he hopped on one leg.

We all started walking away from the warehouse. Away from the troubles that had costed us so much. Too much.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that we were done. We all walked in a row, in sync. So much has changed since the beginning.

We walked until we were far enough from it but it was still in sight. "Before we say goodbye, let go." Namjoon said.

Let go of the worries, the fear. Let go of the blame and let go of the grudges that we've held on for so long...too long.

"We did it," I said.

Namjoon's thumb grazed over the red button that basically screamed 'don't press me!', how cliche. He sighed, taking a moment and closing his eyes. He opened them back up, nodding at himself before his thumb pressed the button.

I was surprised that he didn't break it.

A loud grumbling, and then a loud boom! erupted as the sky lit up. We all turned back, seeing the whole warehouse on fire as the bodies went along with it.

I looked to my right, Hoseok, Namjoon and Seokjin stood. While on my left, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi stood.

Jungkook's fingers embraced mine as tears fell out of my eyes.

We really did it.

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