Jungkook POV

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes. Something about something at certain time before something happens?" I replied to which Seokjin just rolled his and laughed as he sat down on the chair in the fitting room and looked at me.

"It fits sir." The tailor replied as he adjusted the suit jacket and my shoulders and smoothed out the edges.

For some odd reason, my father thought it would be a good idea to host a fun raiser in his place. I mean what the fuck was he doing that was so more important than this?

I shook my head as I struggled to fix my tie, eventually giving up and rolling my eyes when Seokjin laughed and came to stand in front of me.

"How is he doing?" He asked as he tied my tie and straightened my shoulders.

"He's been as sleep since we got back from the meeting" I replied and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

Taehyung hadn't said much since we got back two days ago and even though I had insisted that he take off a few days, he refused and continued to follow me around, not that I was complaining, I actually grew to like his presence.

"The guards have scanned the areas, there doesn't seem to be any threats" one of my guards said by the door to which I nodded and told him I'd be just a few more minutes.

"You know, with the way you seem to avoid death, I'd swear there was an angel looking down over you" Seokjin said as he laughed and made his way out of the room.

Angel my ass, more like devil.

I passed my Taehyung's room on my way out and contemplated on whether I should wake him up or not, and decided on the latter as I made my way down to the parking lot only to stop in my tracks when I found him standing and holding the door open for me.

Without even looking twice, I could see sleep deprived he was. He had dark circles beneath hid eyes and his complexion seemed to be paler than it normally was but for some reason he felt the need to escort me to the dumb fundraiser.

"You should be in bed" I said as I stood in front of him looking into his eyes as he stared back at me.

I wasn't that close with my mother, but even I would have been devastated if she just died on me suddenly. I mean she was his last living family and there wasn't much about his father in the file that we had on him other than the fact that he took off when Taehyung was young, that meant that his mother was all he had left.

"I'm fine Sir. You're going to be late" he replied almost automatically making me narrow my eyes at him.

There he goes with that dumb title again.

I looked at him for a second longer before I sighed and got into the car. I leaned against the seat as I watched him climb into the driver's seat and start the engine.

He didn't say much as he drove which was something so unusual as I had to normally tell him to shut up just to have some peace. All the quiet left me with nothing to do besides observe him.

I looked at the back of his pale neck and wondered what it felt like to run my tongue along it. I smirked at the thought and almost as if he knew what I was thinking, looked into the mirror making me jerk and look out the window immediately.

As if that wasn't suspicious enough.

I felt like banging my head against the window out of embarrassment, something that happened quite a lot around him. It was something I wasn't particularly used to, as I never really gave a shit what people thought about me, but when it came to Taehyung, I found myself for some reason, constantly thinking what he thought of me.

I pulled myself out my thoughts when I noticed him pulling into the driveway of the gala. I let out a sigh as I saw all the photographers and reporters standing outside, waiting for me to get out.

I watched as Taehyung opened his door and came around to my door, opening it for me.

I got out and tried to remain as calm as I could as I ignored all their questions and made my way into the building. I had never been one to enjoy the attention I was always given from the time of my birth and would look for every chance to avoid it. I hated being looked at with those hypocritical eyes. Smiling at me, when I knew damn well what they were thinking, but for some reason, feeling Taehyung presence behind me as I walked through the crowd of people, eased me.

I finally made it to the bar and sat down, ordering my usual drink. I would have ordered one for Taehyung, but he never seemed to want to drink in front of me, always using the excuse of doing something stupid while he was on his job.

"Nice to see you here."

I looked up and felt like clawing my nails across the table when I looked into the eyes of one of the most deadly assassins to ever walk the earth. It was actually strange when I thought about it, I mean he practically had one of those baby faces, the kind of face one would have never dreamed, could rip a person apart.

I nodded and took a sip of my drink, not really knowing what he meant by that statement. But then again, everything Park Chanyeol said was always either dripping in sarcasm or ambiguous.

He was Jimin's distant relative, and had developed a deep hatred for me since Jimin's death, not that I could ever blame him.

"You know, when they all said you were a heartless and shameless bastard, I always thought they were exaggerating. Well, it couldn't be further from the truth." He said as his eyes turned cold on me, full of anger and hatred.

"How could you show your face after what you did to him." He said.

And just like that, my entire body froze. It was like I had been living in some haze since I had met Taehyung. He made me feel like I wasn't the person that everyone made me out to be. To him, I felt like he saw someone else, and I wanted to be that person that he saw, but when the truth was slapped in my face, I knew that I could never be who he needed and wanted me to be.

My hands were soaked in so much blood, no amount of cleaning would ever change that. There was no redemption for someone like me and I was only going to drag him down with me.

"Sir, I think you should leave, please."

I turned my head and saw Taehyung standing in front of me, with a look on his face that I had never seen before. It was a look that stole away all his boyish features and made him look deadly.

"Moved onto the next I see. Why am I not surprised?" Chanyeol replied as he looked at Taehyung, scanning him and down.

"I won't say it again." Taehyung replied causing Chanyeol to chuckle at that and make a move for Taehyung, who reacted immediately, almost as if he knew what he was doing making me widen my eyes.

He ducked out of the way and grabbed Chanyeol's arm, twisting it behind his back and pushing him against the counter.

"You're drunk sir, I advise you not to make a scene." Taehyung replied when a few waiters and guards came our way and escorted Chanyeol away.

I looked at Taehyung who was straightening out his clothes, oblivious to my stare and eventually looked at me.

"What?"

"How did you know to do that?" I asked

"Call it instinct." He said as he shrugged and went back to standing behind me.

I narrowed my eyes at him when I saw him looking around, as if he was looking for something. I knew he was supposed to be vigilant at all times but he was acting as though someone was going to attack me at any given point.

I shook my head and felt like screaming when I heard my name being called for the speech. I drank the last of my drink and stood up, slowly making my way towards the stage.

I looked ahead, at all the people standing in front of me, all looking at me with same look. I cleared my throat and began speaking, none of which I actually prepared.

I thanked everyone for coming and for having the honor of hosting something for the greater good, when suddenly a loud bang could be heard making everyone around me scream and panic.

I narrowed my eyes when I felt a stinging near my chest and looked down too see a red spot slowly growing around the area of my chest, staining my white shirt.

"Jungkook!"

Was all I heard as I fell to the ground, trying to breathe as that stinging pain suddenly increased, making it feel like something was ripping through my chest.

I tried to look around for any signs when my sights locked on a dark figure on the balcony, rushing to make its way out.

"There" I pointed to no one in particular and watched as Taehyung got up and ran after the figure.

No, he's not trained for that.

I wanted to say but my words seemed caught in my throat when I tasted a metallic taste as blood filled my mouth causing me to cough and choke. I could feel my eyes slowly gaining weight as everyone screamed around me, some trying to get me to hear them , others running around, and all I could think of, as I closed my eyes was..

Is Taehyung okay?

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Jungkook getting out of the car 👇🏻