BITTER SWEET. [✔]

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My hand in his, we stepped out of the room and into chaos. Gunshot, shouts, even a few bodies - which, when I noticed them, made me cling to Jungkook's hand like my life depended on it.

Among the insanity, I saw a familiar face. Clear skin, rugged brown hair and a small mole on his nose. He was the one that had tied me up that night, doing whatever his 'master' told him. But where was his 'master'?

I was too preoccupied to care then.

We had to move fast. If we took too long, it would be much harder. So when Jungkook saw the man, just across from us, he leapt forward, throwing me behind him as we came beside him.

I made eye contact with the man, a gun in his hand and an almost lazy glint in his eye.

"Can she shoot?" he asked, handing Jungkook a gun.

"Nah. But we'll be good without her."

"It's almost like the good ol' days, huh? Just me and you, shooting the fuck out of people."

"God, I'm getting all reminiscent."