Unarmed 🔞 || JJK

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Taehyung's pupils started losing their focus, the words he was trying to speak took so much longer to come out of his lips.
The syringe was still jabbed on his neck and he couldn't fathom the energy to pull it out.
In that particular moment, he looked almost vulnerable. As if the brude, violence loving fanatic was just a facade that crumbled down into smithereens while his body lost its control and slowly slumped on the bed.

You didn't waste time humanising the villain, but rather dragged yourself out of the rubble of his senseless body and off the bed.

Standing on the cold floor of his bedroom, you started scanning the room for any possible place where he might have kept his car keys.

Yes, that was the plan. To find his car keys, somehow manage to find his car and drive off to Hopeworld.

Absurd, completely prone to hundreds of mishaps but that's all you could think of. With your injured leg and high amount of sedative running in your veins, your fighting skills were as good as a five year old trying to fight off his teenage bully.

After several minutes of frantically searching through drawers, you found the key. Clutching it tightly in your hand and very cautiously walked up to the window to check the security situation outside the farmhouse.
To your utmost surprise, it was unbelievably void of any security guard. Though you were sure there must be countless CCTV cameras all around the place.
For that, you have thought of a vague plan yet again.

Walking up to the wardrobe in Taehyung's bedroom, you slide open the door to grab something and dress in his clothes.
Rows and rows of neatly arranged tuxedos came into sight, you pulled out the first one and slipped down your own body.
Ridiculously large yet comfortable clothes felt so good on your skin that you wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Only if life was that light and breazy.

From V's room, to the lawn, to garage and then hitting the road in his Audi Q8, you have no idea how things fall into place and you could actually pull that stunt off.
Everything was a haze. Your vision was blurry, the pain in your leg was increasing and your stomach made sounds alien to mankind, but you made out of that rat'ass hellhouse.

As you tried to retain your senses while driving, in a wild thought you started to connect some loose ends of this bizarre case.

How ordered Yoongi to kidnap Jungkook?

How's orders the Black Dogs are following?

Is Taehyung the mastermind behind all this? Then why Pheonix, who is supposed to be the leader of Black Dogs, have a bone with him?

And why would Taehyung try and save you from the torture?

How much did Yoongi know? How much was he involved?

Nothing made sense. You couldn't tell who were the bad guys here. For once, you started doubting Yoongi's motives but that felt like blasphemy.

The man who took you in while you had nothing was more than god for you.

The man who was your idol, your role model and probably one of the very few people you trusted, it felt so wrong to think that he would be the one who would want Jungkook dead.
There must be something. There has to be something that you were missing out on.

While your mind raced for answers, the car raced faster.

120kmph

150kmph

180kmph

200kmph

220...

You were spinning...

Glass was flying...

You could taste blood in your mouth...

There was a loud ringing in your ears

Lights...

Bright lights...

Darkness. Numbness. Pain.

Then nothing...

That's probably how death felt like...

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"I found her."

Yoongi never knew only three words could made him that happy.
He rubbed his hand over his chest, tried to call himself and not get overwhelmed.

Little did he knew that happiness was going to feel like ashes in his mouth a second later.

"She was in an accident on Highway 61. She might not make it."
Namjoon spoke from the other end of the phone.

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a/n: i know it's short. i know it's late. i know it's weird. but... update is here 👀