Amelia's POV:

"so what you're saying is that my entire life has been a simulation," Jungkook continues to press in about this ridiculous subject.

I refuse to to believe in it. If I do believe, then I have to accept that someone could have been making my decisions this whole time. Then who would I be? Not myself.

"Just stop. It's not a simulation so it doesn't matter," I turn away from him, looking out the window.

"But I know you saw the glitches!" Jungkook exclaims out of frustration.

He's right. I did see the glitches. But there are a million other rational reasons as to why I may have imagined them. I'm definitely not going to feed into his beliefs with false evidence.

"Jungkook, can we just focus on saving the boys," I sigh, becoming tired of his endless nagging.

I don't want my judgment to be swayed. In fact, I'm more scared of his scenario than my own. The truth is just that I don't want to believe. If this life isn't real, how am I supposed to distinguish fake from fact?

"I'll snipe the guards from here," Jungkook announces while parking where they can't see us.

My nerves elevate just from seeing their base. I don't want to go back. But I also can't let them die in there.

"Shït," Jungkook curses.

"What?"

"My smile is probably at the bottom of the fücking lake," He grunts angrily.

"We'll have to rush them then," I reply.

"Just stay together, okay?" He nods his head at me and I nod back.

We both sneak along from rock to rock, praying each time that we won't be seen. Our goal is simple, get as close as we can and shoot.

"Now," Jungkook whispers when we've reached the final rock.

I slowly peak out from behind and aim my  gun at the forehead of a guard. There are currently three of them lurking by the door way, so hopefully either Jungkook and I can get a quick shot off.

"3, 2, 1," Jungkook quietly mutters a countdown, our bullets filling the air simultaneously.

"FU-" Jungkook takes care of the second guy before he can even react. I check the gage of my weapon and notice I've just fired my last bullet.

"Great," I mutter, throwing it to the side.

"Will you be okay without it?" Jungkook looks to me.

"Just go," I say, sprinting towards the door.

I grab some keys off one of the guards and shove the first one into the door. It clicks, allowing me to pull it open revealing the dungeons I'm so scared of.

"Quickly," Jungkook pushes me along, knowing all too well that my fear may get the best of me.

I frown at the cell I was once locked in. A pool of blood taking up a great portion on the floor. It hurts me to know that Jimin had to die in a place like this.

"Which way?" Jungkook asks me.

"Right," I point.

We both run as quickly and quietly as possible, dodging voices left and right. This place is so maze-like that the boys could be anywhere. They even could be split up like they did to Hoseok, Jimin, and I.

"Do you hear that?" Jungkook mouths to me, pointing down a hallway.

"Hoseok?" I mouth back, hearing his familiar voice.

Jungkook nods as we follow it. Much to our dismay, we only end up at a dead end.

"Hello,"

We spin around in our heals, meeting the gaze of a stranger.

"Looking for-"

I throw my knife, not letting a single sentence come out of his mouth.

"Wow, nice," Jungkook nods his head in approval.

"That's why you shouldn't talk to much," I shrug, taking my knife back in my hand.

We make our way down various hallways, becoming mire frustrated and tired with each passing room. Jungkook has mainly been manning the kills. Let's just say he's quite good at snapping necks.

"We don't have the medallion!"

Jungkook and I's eyes widen at V's voice. All too quickly we run towards it, my body being thrown against the wall while passing a doorway.

"Ow..." I whimper, holding my shoulder.

Jungkook begins to fight the man, unable to get close enough to silently kill him. Instead, he removes his gun, the stranger throwing something that disarms Jungkook.

"Shït," Jungkook stares eye to eye with the man.

I frantically grab my knife, pain electrocuting me through my right arm. I'm forced to throw left handed without much aim. My knife pierces itself through his temple, but not before he lets off a shot.

"Jungkook," I cry quietly, getting up to support him.

He looks at me with disbelief, slowly trailing down to his stomach which is going red.

"Sit down," I order frantically, walking him over to a nearby nook in the hallway.

He collapses against the wall, sliding down while coughing. Blood begins to drip down from his mouth which only deepens the situation.

"Stay with me," I whisper, not knowing what else to do.

I press my hands down on his wound, ignoring his whimpers for me to stop. I need to stop the bleeding. I also have to get the bullet out... I don't even know what organs are on this side.

"Jungkook you're going to be okay," My voice has become shaky while deciding what to do.

"I need to get the bullet out," I look up at him, and he's only just staring at me.

"Amelia," He pauses to cough, "it's over. You can't save me,"

His eyes roll back into his head for a second but he forces himself back to reality. The pain in his face is so great that I can almost feel it.

"P-Please just save them?" He struggles to find words.

"I will," I sniffle, "I promise I will,"

I'm not ready to let go of him.

"And, can you do me a favor?" His eyes continue to open and shut lazily.

"Anything," I nod.

"Can you tell them that I died in the river?" He breaths out, "I don't want them to know... to know that I was killed by one of them,"

Even though each word is slurred, I can still make all of it out.

"Okay," I nod, helping him keep his head up, "You're okay,"

"But I'm scared," his eyes open, looking into mine.

"Don't be scared," I shake my head, wiping away some of his tears.

"I don't want this life to be a lie," His eyebrows furrow out of sorrow, "I don't want to forget my hyungs,"

"You're not going to," I shake my head again.

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said. I lied, Jungkook. I saw the glitches, I know this isn't real. You're going to see them again," I can't tell if the words coming out of my mouth are truly what I believe, or if I just want to make him feel better.

"But what if I was never an idol. What if I never knew them," his words are becoming harder to decipher.

"You know what was real in your heart," I say, struggling to not sob in front of him. I don't want his last view of me to be sorrow.

"Thank you," Jungkook's breaths out in a shallow manner, "if it weren't for your jellies. I would have starved to death,"

I whimper at his memory of the past, forcing a smile to my face.

"I'm glad that it was you who found them," I while away more of his tears.

"Can you help me out one last time?"

I nod my head.

"Don't let me turn," His lip starts to tremble.

"I won't," I reassure him, my heart feeling like it's falling out of my chest.

He stares at me for a moment longer, blood dripping down his chin. His skin is paler than I've ever seen, and the worst part is that I can see the life leaving his eyes.

He tries to say one last thing, but he can't get it out. However, he is able to get his arm up high enough to rest it on my shoulder. He tugs on me a little, and I realize he wants a hug.

I rest my head on his shoulder and he rests his on mine. His hands can barely squeeze me but I cradle the back of his head with my hands. After a few seconds, I feel his arms fall from my back, the rest of his body going limp.

For a moment I sob silently, forgetting that I still have to go on. I promised Jungkook I'd save them, so I will.

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I'm so sorry this story is so sad lmao I get sad even writing it.