ILLICIT | PJM

Forty-Nine

Did my ears go haywire? Did I slip into a very long oblivion? I held the blade in my hands tightly. The blood slipping out of the freshly made cuts assured me that I wasn't stuck in a nightmare. It was all real. At this point I felt numb, vulnerable and almost every negative thing ever created.

"Is it true, Jin?" I looked at my brother before pulling away from Kai and standing in front of Jin. "Yeonnie i can explain-"

"Just tell me." my voice cracked as my vision blurred. The look on Jin's face was hintless, almost not even there. Time was suspended, everything still. I continued to stare at blank faces. Almost hopeful that at least the maknae line and I built trust in each other, that we finally were at a position where everything was unraveled and nothing was left to be solved.

Jungkook and Taehyung's eyes casted down, the guilt said it all. "Yes it is." Jin said as he looked away from my face. Crisp satisfaction along with not a hint of fear was visible on Kai's face. Just pure confidence which dripped like honey after he said those words.

He killed your mother Kim Ayla.

"Once upon a time there was a vengeful boy. Who thought that revenge was never illicit. He joined a seven membered gang and then he joined the biggest mafia group in florida. Just to spy on him, to gain the trust he killed whoever he was instructed to. Unaware of the consequences and totally unaware of their backgrounds." Kai's words were cyanide. Poisonous, spreading inside of me. He grabbed my wrist again. I didn't try to shake it off, instead I was just stranded at the place. As if I was frozen.

"She was never on your side in the first place Namjoon." Kai trailed off again and his statement managed to shake me to my senses. My life took me here. It was way too late to turn away from bangtan. I had to support them no matter what. Jin became my mother and my father, Yoongi became my big brother. Jung Hoseok and Namjoon were the reason why I went to that training room and why I became courageous. Jungkook and Taehyung became my support systems.

Lastly, Jimin made me believe in a thing called love. A feeling I was sure never existed. He made me accept that stars shine in the darkest of nights. I wasn't giving up on them just because of a mistake he committed.

"You're wrong Kai, too full of yourself." and then the dagger which was struggling in my grip and dripping with my blood was stabbed into Kai's abdomen. My mind erupted with thoughts.

I did it. I stabbed him. We continued to stare at each other as his face went pale and blank. He stumbled and lost his balance. Though his eyes never closed, he was applying pressure on his fresh wound. He wasn't dead but he bought us time to make him and his mafia party invisible and leave no traces of them in Miami.

Jin who was in front of me held my hand tightly before throwing a table and taking a cover. A manic smile spread on Suga's face as he ducked on my side. "I knew she could do it." he said as he patted my head in the middle of literal crisis. Jin reached for his gator belt and pulled out two guns, handing one to me and filling the other with bullets. The maknae line whereas was being the definition of daring, rather than taking cover they were blowing bullets on the opponent's faces.

"On 3." Jin said as he took a deep breath and we did the same. I could feel the bullets' bumps on my back as the continuous firing was taking place. We would have been dead till now if that metal table was never here. The countdown started and so did the rolling of our guns.

Jin and Suga's aims were crisp, hitting straight on the chest or straight in the middle of the eyebrows which assured that they were dead. I tried to make people injured rather than dead, it wasn't my job to send people to heaven or hell.

Jung Hoseok made a high kick, straight in the face. Made me fangirl him. Next came his sharp hand slicks on the necks and the cracking sound of bones almost inaudible in the environment made sure that the personalities he was fighting against won't leave their beds till the time they are not dying. I had to say that his physical fighting skills were at par amongst the other members. The level of confidence he had without carrying a single weapon was almost unmatchable. He was like a hidden pawn of the seven membered gang.

Jimin's taekwondo skills were also a saviour in this situation. His soulmate, Kim Taehyung who was previously struggling against five men coming at him was saved when Jimin made a flying twin side kick which sent two men at a relatable distance. The next second those men were spitting blood due to the pressure applied on the chests. His equilibrium and balance were something worth applauding.

I felt my hair being pulled, without even caring who it was with all my might. I pushed my elbow against the hard chest pressed against my back, keeping me in their grip. His scent was familiar. For a second I was freed from their death grip. I turned around to see Jaehyun. I pointed the gun at his lower abdomen and pulled the trigger.

It just clicked, didn't even make a sound. No bullets. This is what I call fuckery.

Instead came a punch at my face. I felt the blood coming out of my nose. He dug his hands in his pocket and took out a knife. He got a hold of my wrist and pinned me on the wall. A freshly made line from which blood was oozing out was made, staring from my collarbone and all the way down till my barely visible cleavage. The scratch he gave me previously gave right on this spot was just cured when he gave me another. Like he marked his copyright over me. I pushed him away, my state fragile.

The next thing which came to my mind was to close our distance. I intertwined my left leg with his and lifted it back with all the power I had in myself. He lost his balance soon after that. My chest was huffing, fast paced breaths, panting hard all before I straddled Jaehyung as my weak punches were thrown on his face. Swiftly but steadily all the aggression inside of me was starting to get released. I aligned my elbow at a crisp forty-five degree before aiming at his mouth. The next second he spit blood.

The uncomfortable dress which was way too revealing and the high heels were a pain in the ass but they were serving their best as a distraction. Sluggishly, getting up from him and setting my foot up high before kicking him in the stomach. "You don't raise your hands at a woman you asshole." I wiped the corners of my mouth covered with blood.

But then came the contact of a rod like structure with my head. "And you don't raise your hands at my brother." It was Kai. he raised the rod again. My hands found their way to the back of my head where I felt warm blood. I became ready for another hit.

I didn't. Instead a familiar scent surrounded me. I looked into Jimin's grey eyes, his grip around my waist was stronger than ever. His head jerked once, which indicated he was hit. I tried to push him away but he never even moved an inch from his posture.

He jerked again.

And again.

The next minute I knew I heard a hundred bullet shots but I didn't care. All I was caring about was the body which was going limp in my hands.

As it was swiftly falling, in a tranquil state in the middle of the war. Everything silenced around me. Blood was falling drop by drop but I didn't care.

"Jimin, I want you to not close your eyes. Take a deep breath okay? Stay here." I held his head from the back and my hands got submerged with blood totally. Excess blood started pooling in my lap.

His eyes were slowly blinking as he looked at my wrecked state. "Jimin you can't leave me." my shouts were resonating and echoing through the big white room filled with injured people. My vision was blurred. Tears flooded down my eyes. He was losing his consciousness, the thing I wanted to avoid the most.

"Please stay with me, you can't leave me. I need you please, please please." I was praying silently to never even see his face, only in exchange for his life from god. "Why does this always happen with me? Why does every person I love leaves?"

"I'm not leaving......." Jimin answered me as a sad smile formed on his lips and as tears left his crescent eyes. "I'll always stay here." he pointed at my heart

Before he closed his eyes.

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Phew, two chapters left and they're gonna be a lil different. I was literally crying while writing the ending. Thank you for being with me readers. 

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