《Kiss √》TWENTY-FIVE
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chuckled nervously.
"my mistake." taehyung drawled, "i forgot to tell you i almost got blown up. must have crossed my mind."
"taehyung! what the fuck is wrong with you!"
thick gray clouds coated the air. with fiery glare the flames came crashing in. jimin tossed a gun towards taehyung and one towards haru.
"are you fucking insane? she's probably gonna shoot us on the way out of here."
jimin pursed his lips. the clouds were getting thicker. he coughed as the air got choked out of him.
"just get the fuck out of here!"
taehyung grabbed haru's arms as he dashed straight out of the room.
"jimin you fucking coming?" taehyung gestured towards jimin.
jimin was fumbling with taehyung's wires, in an attempt to get the computer.
"for fucks sake jimin, leave the goddamn computer."
the fire blazed like a ferocious lion, the bitter scent of wood drifted through the home.
"aish i'm coming, it's not like you have a spare computer." jimin coughed against the burning inferno.
jimin emerged from the smog, dusting himself off. he left the computer behind clutching his gun in his left hand.
"oi shitface!" haru tried to pry herself out of taehyung's grasp, "you can let go of my hand, i'm not a child!"
taehyung gripped her arm tighter. haru was certain that there was a bruise forming from his hold.
"you're going to shoot me. then namjoon. then you're going to run away again."
"are you fucking stupid taehyung?" jimin chuckled, "she could shoot you right now if she wanted."
taehyung turned his head as the swift smell of smoke absorbed him. the fire encroached like a monster ready to engulf him.
"you do realize that our house is burning up as we speak."
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jimin rolled his eyes. they turned towards the front door. no exit. they were losing time. five minutes. they sprinted to the back door. too late. fire already absorbed it.
jimin mumbled, "fuck. there's only one more exit left."
taehyung locked eyes with jimin. the basement. they couldn't afford another dead end. it was their last shot at making it out alive.
taehyung cocked his gun, "we have no other choice. let's join the others."
taehyung dragged haru along with him. they drifted past the stairs, slamming their backs into the walls with a thud.
jimin whispered, "tae you couldn't be any louder?"
"fuck off. it's not my fault it's so quiet."
jimin frowned once he noticed the absence of noise.
"why is it so quiet." taehyung mumbled, "you would think there would be some action."
taehyung made a finger gun while his eyes sunk.
"no clue" jimin raised the gun in his left hand.
their backs were pressed against the wall as they inched closer into the abyss.
jimin tilted his head, "hyung?"
yoongi snarled, "shut the fuck up jimin."
jimin snapped his mouth shut. he followed the others as they stared into the tiny slit between the door.
hoseok held the package in his left hand, he was crouched behind a table. he signaled towards the boys to stay back.
a man made his way behind hoseok, aiming a gun behind his head.
jin screamed, "hoseok look ou-"
namjoon blasted open the door. he fired his gun. the gunshot rang between his ears. his eyes watched as the bullet implanted itself into the man's arm. the man turned around meeting face to face with namjoon.
"baekhyun?" namjoon was taken aback, "what are you doing?"
"i'm sorry."
baekhyun tossed his gun to the black haired man in the corner. he caught it, cocking the gun. he aimed it towards namjoon while he strutted towards him.
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"kai! don't!" taehyung let go of haru's arms.
he dashed behind kai, sending a blow to his knees. kai dropped to the ground.
gunfire broke out. bullets exchanged back and forth.
"hoseok!"
haru snapped her head back at the sound of gunfire filling the air. she kicked hoseok in the knees, shoving him out of the way. somersaulting over him, she stuck out her gun. her finger pulled onto the trigger. the bullet ripped through the man's shoulder, as a satisfied smirk crossed her face.
"hoseok give it here!" she urged placing her hand in front.
she owed jimin. she was ready to help them out just this once.
hoseok didn't trust her one bit. he placed the package in the middle of her palm with a resounding sigh.
"jimin catch!"
haru tossed the package to jimin. jimin caught it with his right hand, ducking behind the table. his eyes peer over the gun aiming towards another man.
he reeled his gun in tight, as he shot fire. another miss.
jungkook shouted, "jimin! hand it over here!"
jimin tossed it to jungkook. it missed.
"fuck."
jungkook roared, "jimin you had one fucking job!"
jin looked left, eyeing the package. he dived for it. all the guns switched their aim.
bullets blew back and forth. jin swerved right and left, dodging them. a fist collided with his stomach as he tried to grab the package.
"shit." jin hissed, clenching his teeth.
he kicked the packet with the tips of his foot towards yoongi. yoongi grabbed it, stuffing it into his pocket.
a cloud of black smoke followed by the bitter scent of burnt toast drifted through the air. an echo of coughs flooded the air once the rough air passed by.
yoongi rasped, "what the hell is that?"
a fiery flame rose within the chaos, glaring at the boys. it pounced exploding with anger.
"fucking hell!" namjoon yelled, "get out! get out!"
namjoon sifted open the door. the others blasted behind him. thundering coughs sounded out.
"holy shit!" hoseok roared, "who fucking blew up the house like that."
jimin put up his hands in defense, "don't look at me. that's all taehyung."
"i don't know. i was busy trying not to get burned alive."
"just go get the fucking car before it blows up too."
taehyung chuckled, "you sure you want me to drive."
taehyung twirled the keys in his finger, the light jingle of the keys clicking trickled through the distaste.
"hell no!" screams of distaste shot out.
the only other person that could drive was jin. the boys glanced around to find the blonde haired man.
their home was in ruins. nobody was left inside the home, everybody had flown straight out. they swore jin had scurried out along with them. their hearts raced, paired with widening eyes. that could only mean one thing.
"i think there's another problem."
they looked up at namjoon's eyes, locking glances.
"jin's missing."
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