⚠️slight TW⚠️
the other two didn't know what was going on in the room.
hoseok wouldn't let go of seokjin.
he was scared.
he kept shaking a lot and seokjin felt it, his brows curled and tried to comfort him.
yoongi tried to listen from the other door but all he heard was mumbling.
"hoseok..what did you think was going on?"
"a-all i remember is that..if you guys didn't show up..i would be d-dead."
seokjin curled his brows, holding him tighter. "i'm glad you aren't."
"i'll kill him." yoongi tightened his fists, mumbling to himself. "i'll kill that fucker."
"yoongi." seokjin looked at him. "if something happens to the chairman, you would get arrested..or even killed."
"i don't care." he growled at him. "he doesn't deserve to live anymore."
"hyung..." hoseok slightly whispered. "y-you can't say that."
"i'm going to get in that room." he stared at the door.
"—you tried to help her but you killed her instead." namjoon tightened his fists. "that's not protecting me—you killed her in front of my eyes! i've been afraid of you since that day!"
"she would of pulled the trigger again!"
"i wouldn't care! i would let her shoot me again if she wanted to!"
"fine!"
namjoon knitted his brows. "fine, what? what do you mean by that?"
"you can leave this damn place, just stop yelling."
"kick me your gun."
"what are you going to do with it?"
"keeping it away from you. kick it to me." he growled at him.
the chairman tightened his jaw, walking over to the gun and putting his foot on it.
his father kicked the gun to namjoon's feet.
namjoon bent down to grab the gun, grabbing it from the handle.
he looked at it, then his father.
then he aimed the gun at his father.
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