"Namjoon talks a load of crap, doesn't he?" Yoongi muttered it darkly, deciding that it was better to hold on to rightful anger than give in to fear. However, once there was a gun under his chin, it was a lot harder to keep that resolve, although what really got to him was Jungkook's begging. Fuck.
His heart hurt and he felt the sense of failure. He didn't know how to protect the boy and he knew they might both very well die. "Jungkook, listen to me." He tried to keep his voice stable. The only stability he could offer. "We'll see each other again, yeah? You gotta make sure of that. That's an order. Better listen."
He wanted to cry, but instead he just nodded his head and then headed for the lift, because he didn't plan on walking up the stairs like this. That's what he had a damn card for. He sure hoped the lift worked, he couldn't carry Jimin that far.
"Hmm, that was fun," Hobi decided, pulling out his own gun and showing it off to Jungkook, "I wouldn't shoot to kill, by the way. Just to hurt you a lot. Are you going to be a good boy? Your hyung wants you to."
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His heart hurt and he felt the sense of failure. He didn't know how to protect the boy and he knew they might both very well die. "Jungkook, listen to me." He tried to keep his voice stable. The only stability he could offer. "We'll see each other again, yeah? You gotta make sure of that. That's an order. Better listen."
He wanted to cry, but instead he just nodded his head and then headed for the lift, because he didn't plan on walking up the stairs like this. That's what he had a damn card for. He sure hoped the lift worked, he couldn't carry Jimin that far.
"Hmm, that was fun," Hobi decided, pulling out his own gun and showing it off to Jungkook, "I wouldn't shoot to kill, by the way. Just to hurt you a lot. Are you going to be a good boy? Your hyung wants you to."