"I know. I know that." Not that he wanted any of it to be true, but he could hate destiny once Jungkook was fine. Right now he had to focus his energy on hoping for him and, well. On imagining ways to kill the bastard that shot him. "I shouldn't have let Jungkook come with us, but he wanted to so badly. And I know he'd have always wanted to be the one to take a bullet for me. It's not making me feel any better about it all, but it is what he wanted."

He exhaled slowly and gave Namjoon's hand a squeeze. "We'll kill him slowly. Are you sure we got everyone else? I feel like killing more." He should be glad that they had ended the war with such a decisive blow, but he couldn't do that right now. "I guess we'll have a lot of riffraff to take care of when we take their territory properly."