[Taehyung POV]
...With other men.
That's what he was going to say.
I just don't want you with other men.
But he'd stopped himself last minute before all the words were out and Y/N got the implication of his words. He was dating another woman.
At the moment.
He should not be saying much less even feeling such things towards Y/N. He didn't even know when such feelings came up. When he'd first met her, she'd been such a pain as well as half crazy claiming to be his guardian angel— he was still a little muddled on the magical aspect of it all but anyways—and they'd always find one way or another to bicker.
But after some time, the bickering transformed from poking at a younger sibling sort of bickering to something Taehyung enjoyed to see the angry flare in Y/N's eyes. The way her face flushed up when he invaded her personal bubble. He couldn't stop replaying moments they had together at times. And when she'd gushed about Jimin being cute and— what was the word she'd used? — squishable, it'd caused a surprisingly forceful jolt of jealousy to run through him like electricity coursing through him when touching the metal fork to the toaster.
Now, as him, Jin, and Y/N sat together at a secluded booth in the coffee shop with Jin piercing Y/N's face with such intensity and Y/N looking equally as studious upon his face as they tried to figure out each other, Taehyung couldn't help but subtly inch closer to Y/N next to him. He didn't like the way Jin was gazing at her and disliked it more that Y/N seemed perfectly fine with his scrutinizing gaze, even returning it.
[Your POV]
I was certainly not fine with Jin staring at me like a bug under a microscope. Yet I was doing the same thing myself. My head still buzzed in confusion and slight disorientation at Jin's remark a few minutes ago.
"You were the bleeding girl on the street I found dying with the bullet through her stomach."
What did he mean, bullet through the stomach?
What the flipping flamingos?
Taehyung still seemed to be a silent kettle of overflowing anger and something even darker next to me.
"What do you mean, 'bullet through the stomach'?" I finally broke the silence.
Jin blinked twice before swallowing hard. "I was going out of the city, and then I heard something like that of gunshots. I called 9-1-1 while trying to find where the noise came from, and instead, I found a girl covered in blood."
An icy feeling went through my veins.
"I didn't see her face since it was dark, but now that I recall, I believe that person was you, Y/N." Jin sucked a deep breath in before abruptly shifting gazes to Taehyung's. "What happened that night? Really Taehyung, tell me."
Taehyung snorted, crossing his arms. "You should be the one telling me since you orchestrated the whole thing."
Jin's brows rose. "You still think I hired that man to kill you that night?"
"No," Taehyung suddenly uncrossed an arm in a flash and slammed it on the table, causing Jin and I to jump and everything on top of the table to rattle. "I don't think that at all. I think you hired every single man that's tried to kill me since you left."
My lips parted in absolute shock.
Someone had been trying to kill Taehyung?
That would explain why he'd been in such a rush that night he hit me with his car.
Now things more things were entering my head, little details I'd completely missed before.
Taehyung's obvious denial of killing someone that night. The sound that was eerily close to that of a gunshot I'd heard right before I felt the pain in my abdominal area and died. The men who had pointed a gun at Taehyung the very night we met and him not being in the slightest surprised looking. And last, but not least, the Keeper's slightly taken aback reaction when I'd told him I'd died in a hit and run accident.
"You sure the car killed you?"
"Oh my god," I whispered under my breath shakily.
It was true.
Taehyung really hadn't killed me when he'd hit me with his car.
"Why the hell would I try and kill you Taehyung?" Jin asked in a soft voice. "What would I gain?"
Taehyung didn't answer.
Jin closed his eyes briefly. "Taehyung, I'd never even consider sending someone to kill you. I would never want you dead. Even if you ran over my pet sugar gliders. I can't believe you even would think so low of me."
Taehyung's cold, expressionless face didn't budge, but I saw his Adam's apple bob a little as he swallowed.
"Would...would you ever consider killing me?" Jin folded his hands tightly on the tabletop in front of him as he gazed at Taehyung.
Taehyung didn't reply for a good ten seconds. Finally he pushed one word past his gritted teeth. "Never." It was a forced word, but it was also filled with genuine sincerity that made something within me twist a little.
I bit my lower lip a tiny bit as I watched these two men stare each other down. There had been a bond between these two. A very strong bond. And it was still there, I could tell. It was shaking badly, but it was still there.
"And I would never consider hurting any of you or the others in my life," Jin said firmly.
"Then why did you leave us?" Taehyung asked quietly, a trace of vulnerability entering his voice. "You just took your papers and left us."
She left us.
She left me.
Jin's eyes fluttered close for a few seconds and he inhaled deeply. "You all were mad at me-"
"That's no excuse!" Taehyung burst out.
Jin hit the table hard with his hand, causing me to jump as the cups on top to be jarred to their ceramic cores. "Listen to everything I have to say first, Taehyung," his voice was hard and filled with irresistible authority.
Taehyung obediently clicked his mouth shut.
"All of you were mad at me, and I admit, I was wrong," Jin began again, voice softening. "I shouldn't have forced you to seen your father like that. And I'm sorry Taehyung, I really am. But you were so mad at me at the time and there was so much tension between all of us. So I left in hopes to ease the tension, but it only made matters worse. I wasn't running away, Taehyung. I was just trying to do what I thought was best at the time."
Taehyung let loose a slow stream of air. "You really screwed up with us Jin, not gonna lie," he said quietly. "I think this conversation will best be with the others. And okay, so maybe I overreacted about thinking you were out to kill me. But the hitmen came almost right after you left, Jin. It was a little too coincidental if you asked me."
Jin nodded slowly, twirling the googly-eyed lobster case thoughtfully in his hands. "So I've heard. And someone's been causing disruption in my company almost the moment I became CEO. I've been under attack of suspicion by all the employees that I'm the one draining money funds." He paused, and a dark look came on his face.
His next words sent chills down my spine.
"I'm concerned, Taehyung. Really concerned. I think we're either dealing with some crazy man who's setting our businesses up, or we're just dealing with a plain on crazy man."
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