Jungkook's POV:

Min Yoongi. How dare he? Just thinking about him made my blood boil.

I loaded my gun with four bullets. I'd only need one, but I wanted to make him suffer
I got out of my car and twisted the knob to his house.

Of course it was locked, he's a criminal after all. But so was I.
Or going to be anyway.

I dug into his rug where the spare key lied.

I opened the door quietly. There weren't any house lights on. That meant he was in the basement.

Tonight I was going to murder a man. And if I got put in jail so be it.

I walked down the flight of stairs each stair creaking with every step. I held the gun straight ahead of me with my index finger threatening the trigger.

The lights were on and I heard several guys talking.

Before I came into the clear I paused. I couldn't believe Yoongi used to be my friend. A part of me wanted to drop the gun and talk it out, but the other part of me was thirsty to see his blood on the marble tiles.

I took a deep breath and gripped the gun. As I shot out from behind the corner the only way I could pull this off alive was to yell at them and catch them off guard. They'd kill me if I killed Yoongi, I knew that, and I was willing to take that risk.

"MIN YOONGI!!" I yelled, gun inches from his head.

His eyes went wide and his face turned dark.

"Put the gun down Jungkook. You don't want to get hurt."

I glared at him.

"Look if you're here because of what we did to April—"

I cut him off. I couldn't listen anymore. That was too far. How dare he? I pulled the trigger.