Jungkook POV

For a second, I had thought that my entire life had passed right in front of my eyes.They say that happens when you're about to die. All your lifelong achievements flashes before you.

Well if that was true, nothing I saw made me proud in the least. All I saw were numerous faces, all of whom were filled with fear, knowing their lives were about to be taken, and yet, when the tables were turned, I wasn't afraid.

I welcomed the thought of death, something that had terrified me before and I wasn't sure if it was because I knew I deserved it, or because I was just tired.

So tired of being forced to be someone I hated just to survive in this cruel world.

The things I did haunted me at night. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their screams, I could see all the blood, I could feel the pain all over again.

I had been conditioned into thinking that everyone who didn't side with my views, was my enemy. Everyone was out there to get me and that I had to eliminate them all before they had the chance to touch me. That there were no such thing as innocent people. That everything was black and white.

I had believed that, until I laid my eyes on Taehyung. He seemed to defy that very belief of mine, making me question everything that I had ever known and it was all because of his ability to question without fear.

He wanted to know why we did things the way we did and not another way. He would constantly ask me these things making me want to smash his head against the wall a few times, but at the same time, it got me thinking..

Why did I do things that way?

It all boiled down to always having done as I was told without questioning if it was right or wrong, because I had always believed it was. Meeting Taehyung had taught me to see things differently. I had no longer seen things as only black and white, but rather as something in between.

I realize the wrong I had done believing that I was doing something good, but just because someone had said it was good didn't make it so.

I could hear the faint sounds around me. The sound of what sounded like a curtain blowing in the wind. The sound of someone talking nearby. I tried to listen to what was being said, but it seemed as though they weren't as near as I thought.

I clenched my eyes, trying to open them but it felt like someone had placed a brick on my eyes. I struggled and eventually managed to open them, blinking slightly and trying to get accustomed to the brightness around me. I blinked once more and looked around the room, realizing that I was in my bed, hooked up to an IV drip.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at my chest that been bandaged and sighed as I tried to get up. With much difficulty, I managed to sit up right and lean my head against the headboard. I turned my head when I heard the door opening and locked eyes with Seokjin who entered as he spoke to someone on the phone and widened his eyes when he saw me.

"Listen I'll call you back later okay." He said as he walked towards me.

"I uh, love you too." He whispered softly as he ended the call, but not soft enough as I heard every word.

I smirked at him and raised my eyebrow as he sat down on the chair in front of me and tried to keep the colour from rushing to his face which seemed pointless as he was red as a fucking tomato!

"How do you feel?" He asked as he cleared his throat and leaned against the chair.

"Like I was fucking hit by truck and left for dead, but whatever, what's his name. Tell me it's that architect, what's his face?" I asked as I stifled a laugh when I saw his face turn even redder.

"Um. Namjoon." He replied as scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I take it the dinner went well, though, he's too good for you." I said as I chuckled which I immediately regretted since it felt like I had been punched in the gut.

"I'll have you know that I am as passive as it gets. I can count the people I've killed on my right hand." He replied making me raise my eyebrow at him.

But he had a point, as deadly as he came across, Seokjin had never done half of the damage I had done. He just had this natural aura of authority that made everyone listen to him without him having to threaten or kill anyone.

"Where's Taehyung?" I asked as I looked around and noticed that I hadn't seen him since I woke up, which was odd since he was usually glued to me.

"He uuh. He's asleep. I think." Seokjin said as he looked around the room, not meeting my eyes, something he did when he was either lying to me, or when he didn't want to lie, neither of which made me very happy.

"What are you not telling me?" I asked and narrowed my eyes.

"I was with you the entire time though your surgery and only noticed he wasn't there when the surgery was done. I went to look for him and found him in the dungeon with Mark. He seems to think that Taehyung had something to do with you getting shot." He replied making me grit my teeth in anger.

Mark was one of my best men who had been with me since I can remember. He was especially skilled when it came to torture which is probably why my father kept him around despite his foul mouth.

"How bad?" I didn't need to explain myself for Seokjin to understand what I meant. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"He's got a broken rib and a busted lip. The left side of his face seems to be swollen too, but that's only what I gaged from seeing him. He hasn't been to the doc yet." Seokjin said, and that was all it took to make me see red.

"That fucking son of a bitch! I'm going to rip his insides out." I replied as I threw the blanket off me and made a move to get off the bed only to be held down by Seokjin.

"Listen, you and I both know he didn't do it, but everyone seems to think he did. We don't have any solid evidence right now and if you go in there like this and rip Mark apart, you'll only be making things worse. Calm down" he said as he pushed me against the bed but I wasn't having any of it.

The bastard dared to a lift a hand on Taehyung!

"I'm going to see him. Get the fuck off me!" I yelled and pushed him off me with a strength that even surprised me.

"Fine but at least calm down before you rip your stitches open." He replied as he got up from the floor and dusted himself off.

I watched as he walked ahead of me towards Taehyung's room. I stood in front of the door for a second before I opened the door and walked into the darkness. I walked till I stood in front of his bed and looked at his figure sprawled out on the bed.

"I might have added a few sleeping pills to his water because like you, he's a stubborn jack ass." Soekjin said as he walked to the door.

"I'll be down the hall if you need something." He said before he walked out and closed the door.

Even in the dark, I could see how bruised his face was, and I didn't even have to lift up his shirt to see the damage there to know he was in pain. I could see by the way he avoided laying on his side as he breathed silently.

I walked towards him and sat down on the bed. I leaned in and gently placed my hand on the side of his face. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and lowered my head. I placed my lips on his forehead and pressed a gentle a kiss to it.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me.

I climbed onto the bed and shifted closer to him. I lifted his arm slightly and laid down next to him, pulling his arm around so I encased in his embrace. I laid my head against his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at his sleeping face, so calm and serene as he breathed silently and found myself smiling at that.

"I love you." I whispered as I closed my eyes and felt him pull me closer to him, or that must have been my imagination.

"Me too." He whispered back causing me too open my eyes widely only to find his closed.

Was he sleep talking? Was that even a thing?

I smiled as I ran my hand across is chest and closed my eyes as I listened to his soft breathing. Feeling his chest rise and fall beneath my face, making me feel so much more than peace.

I wanted to stay like this for the rest of my life.