I awoke with a loud inhale. A very unimpressed Yoongi, arms and legs crossed as he sat on a pink chair beside me was looking straight at me. Ignoring his deadpan look, I took a quick squiz around the room and was relieved when I realised it was Seokjin's. Yoongi sighed. "You crashed the helicopter into the kitchen area of the mansion. Not only did you kill Jungkook and yourself, but you managed to kill Jin, who was in the kitchen, innocently sneaking down a donut before his mission." He paused as he watched my reaction, "And thanks to you, I had to fix that scene, so that you wouldn't crash the helicopter and die."

I furrowed my brows. "How did you do that?" Yoongi rolled his eyes before leaning into my face. "I already told you, you stupid annoying child, that I can rewrite scenes in a story as I see fit. No one will ever know that originally you crashed the helicopter. I've rewritten the story so that you successfully flew the helicopter and landed, safely. Jungkook was impressed, and so was Taehyung." He said.

"Why didn't you do that in the first place?"

"I can only fix a scene if you were in the original scene." He said matter of factly.

"That didn't make sense at all."

"It doesn't have to make sense to you." He sneered before leaning back into his seat. "What matters is that I fixed your mistake."

Suddenly a knock sounded from the door causing both Yoongi and I to look at it. "Y/N? Are you awake?" The voice called, and I noticed it was Jungkook's. I was glad he was still alive, but it was strange to me how dual his voice was; how it could change from dark and raspy to screaming "we're gonna die!" in your ear like he'd gone back to being 11 years old.

Yoongi looked back at me, expecting me to speak. Scowling at him, I called out to Jungkook, "Yeah, I'm up. I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok, well Joon wants to take you to test out your sharpshooting skills. Not that he thinks you can't do it, like, you were amazing with the helicopter," - Yoongi scoffed at this and I physically cringed, remembering smashing into the roof of the mansion- "and I didn't think you could do that-" He pauses. "He just wants to ...you know... test you out. Joon's pretty particular about his guns and stuff." He reasoned, as if he was worried I would be offended that Namjoon wanted to test me out.

"Yeah I'll umm meet you in the kitchen." I called back and I heard him say ok before his footsteps echoed away from the door. I turned to Yoongi who was still lounged in the chair. "I'll be back." He lazily drawled before disappearing into thin air.

'Arnold mother fucking Schwarzenegger wannabe." I huffed as I got up to get dressed.

After another delicious breakfast from the unscathed Jin, who am glad did not die because of his ability to cook, flirty ass Namjoon dragged me out to the yard again. He had a little set up for me; a large target, about a couple metres away from us in this large grassy field area. A short distance behind the target I noticed Taehyung and Jungkook sitting at a table underneath a gazebo, surrounded by guards and watching me closely.

Namjoon quickly pulled out a handgun from his belt, handing it with a quick spin to me. Before I could reach it, however, that annoying and stupid choice screen came up and Namjoon froze. (You have one choice.)

1. Take the gun.

I sat there blankly. "So much for choices. Stupid thing." I huffed as I tapped the first and only choice.

I took the gun off Namjoon and it wasn't long before I felt a presence behind me. "Fail this, and you're officially stupid." The monotone voice drawled, and I rolled my eyes. Yoongi reached from behind me to click something on the gun (I have no clue what it was.) "Ok, so, relax your shoulders-" He breathed beside my ear, making me feel slightly hot. Irritated, I brushed him off. "I know how to do it." I scoffed, and the mint haired man sighed in annoyance. "No you don't. Now, hold it like this." He tried to grab the gun to reposition it, but I yanked it away from him. "Eww no, I don't need your help, now get off." His breathing in my ears was giving me 13 year old fantasy vibes, and I didn't like feeling that way towards this asshole.

"No, Briar you have to-" He tried to grab the gun but I yanked it away.

"Get your short ass off-"

"Briar stop!" he yelped as he tried to get the gun again, but by this time I had already pulled the trigger, the force pushing me back into Yoongi's chest as the bullet zoomed out and flew past the target, landing right where I didn't want it.

Between Taehyung's eyebrows.

I watched in horror as he blankly looked up towards the gaping hole in his head before lifelessly flopping backwards in his chair. I watched as Jungkook screeched and quickly got up to help him, along with the several guards beside him. I turned beside me to see Namjoon wide eyed gaping at me in terror and Yoongi deadpanning before I blinked and I was in Jin's bed again.

"Welcome back." I heard Yoongi say as I groggily turned to him. "You're an idiot, by the way."

A/N: Hi there hope you enjoyed. I feel like this is my most hated story, but this part made me laugh. Vote and comment. It makes a difference to me:) Stay hydrated. Stay healthy.