_Please, I can't run away.
w. Eonhyang
The beggarly sight before my eyes was enough to make me lose my sense of reason. As I tried to run with my mind blank and pupils shaking, Park Jimin grabbed my wrist from beside me. I turned my head to look at Park Jimin, and he was frowning deeply, constantly brushing his hair back from between his brows. And I felt a slight tremor in the hand that was tightly holding my wrist. I re-grew my grip on Park Jimin's hand and looked at the reality before my eyes.
"...Sister."
His voice was hoarse from how many times he had been beaten, his whole body was covered in blood, blood was leaking from his forehead, and his lips were torn. Blood was pouring out of his leg as if he had been shot, and the sight of Jungkook hanging limply with only his wrists tied up drove Jimin and me crazy. I let go of Jimin's hand and went to him, who was the most horrible and repulsive person in the whole situation. The sight of him sitting on a chair in front of Jungkook and holding a club was truly a piece of trash worse than a dog.
“I knew you were trash for a long time, but are you really a dirty bastard who can’t do anything?”
I clenched my trembling hands, sneered at him with a poker face. He watched me quietly, then clapped his club, supporting himself as he stood. He then approached me, leaning in closer and leaning his face against mine. Offended, I frowned and said,
"Clean your dirty face."
Then he brought his mouth to my ear and spoke quietly, with a disgusting smile.
"If there were only two of you, you should have beaten them to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the opposing gang members rushed at me, and I instinctively blocked their advance and began a full-scale fight. It would still be some time before our kids arrived. I had hoped they wouldn't fight until they did, but the fight started sooner than I expected, so I fought, determined to drag it out as long as possible.
Still, it seemed like it was too much for the two of us to handle this many members, and both Park Jimin and I were practically running out of energy. Just then, we heard the door open, and our members burst in. But upon seeing Jungkook, who had always treated them like family, they lost their minds, perhaps overextending themselves and falling one by one. Even the executives, apparently shocked, were being pushed back. Frustrated by this, I shouted at everyone.
"Aren't you all awake? I'm going to kill Jeon Jungkook like this.hey?!"
At my shout, the gang members seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then regained their spirit and continued the fight. I motioned to Yoongi oppa to take over as boss and went to Jungkook. Up close, Jungkook looked even more horrific. The dried blood stung as if it had ripped my heart open. My vision was blurry from the tears that were about to fall, so I roughly rubbed my eyes and pulled a gun out of my inside pocket, shooting the handcuffs that were holding Jungkook's wrists, freeing him and helping him up. Jungkook couldn't stand up, perhaps because he had no strength at all, so I dragged his legs as I tried to get out, but when I shot him from behind, he got hit in the leg and collapsed.
"Ugh.."
The one who shot me was none other than Big Hit's boss, and next to him lay Yoongi, clutching his abdomen. Damn it, I shouldn't have asked Yoongi. He probably hasn't even fully recovered yet. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I watched him slowly aim his gun at me. Then, in a small voice, he spoke to me.
"If you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have died so meaninglessly. Poor thing."
As if he heard my voice, Jeongguk forced himself up, unable to use even the slightest strength, and wrapped his arms around me as he spoke.
"Run away. Just leave me behind and go. I was wrong anyway. At least run away, sister. The hyungs will take care of this. So please, sister, run away..."
I was so angry and upset that he was saying such things, his voice barely able to come out properly. How could he possibly abandon me and go on? After all, I was injured and couldn't even walk properly. I resolved to never run away alone, and I spoke firmly.
"Don't go. Never."
Then, as I was trying to get up again, holding onto Jeongguk, I heard a loud gunshot and Jeongguk fell over, covering me. Bright red blood was pouring out of Jeongguk's back.
"I...Jungkook."
Then, hearing that sound, Namjoon oppa and Hoseok oppa blocked the way between us and him and started fighting with him. Then Namjoon oppa glanced at us and shouted at Jimin.
"Quickly go back to the company with JIN, Boss, and JK, J!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jimin and Seokjin came towards us, and Jungkook was carried by Seokjin and ran straight to the car. I got up with Jimin's support, stopped Jimin from dragging me, and then raised my gun and aimed it at him. In order to make sure that Namjoon and Hoseok, who were nearby, wouldn't get hurt, I remembered all the practice I had done and concentrated.
bang-
With a gunshot, he fell out and I lost consciousness.