Third Person POV

"Fuck!" Hoseok and the others flinched as they stood in front of Jungkook's office. They'd been there for the past four hours, listening to Jungkook scream snd destroy his office.

They'd immediately ran back to the building Jungkook owned as soon as Taehyung had passed out. They didn't know if the bullet had hit anything vital. They didn't know if he was even alive right now.

The only sign that he wasn't was Yoongi, who was currently operating on him, hadn't come to see then yet. When they had arrived, he'd ordered a team of surgeons and disappeared into a different room.

None of them knew what to do. Namjoon had already coaxed Jin back into his own body, and now all the man could do was pace around, chewing on his nails in worry and stress.

Another crash sounded against the wall, causing the men to flinch once again. Hoseok sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Jungkook's POV

Taehyung.
Taehyung.
Taehyung.
Taehyung.

That was the only thing going through my head right now.

He was shot.

He could die.

He could be dead right now.

I growled and picked up the closest thing to me, the computer, and chucked it across the wall, letting out a string of curses.

I refused to accept it. He was fine. It was fine. Taehyung would wake up and run into my arms. Yoongi would come in behind and say that the bullet didn't hit anything. Maybe he wasn't even shot. Just some of his older wounds breaking open.

I sighed and collapsed, laughing a little at how crazy I was. Of course he had been shot, I'd seen it happen with my own two eyes. There was no way that there wouldn't be any damage done.

Something rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away. Tears were for the weak.

More tears fell.

I was weak.

But I didn't care. Taehyung was shot. Unconscious.

Maybe dead.

And I could do nothing but sit here and cry.

Yoongi's POV

"Dammit! Move faster!" I yelled at one of the surgeons. Taehyung was losing blood. And fast.

The men and women around me all moved as fast as they could as I barked out orders. We'd already removed the bullet, but we hadn't figured out if it had hit anything vital yet.

I wasn't at my office and I didn't have nearly the tools I needed for this.

I held pressure on the wound as someone hooked up an IV.

"Begin a blood transfusion. Blood type AB." I made someone else hold pressure as I loved around. The monitor on the side of the room started to beep rapidly. I cursed again.

"We're losing him." Someone said.

"No shit Sherlock! Get everything ready! We need to close up this wound! And where is that blood!"

As I was moving around, I heard a noise I had never hoped to hear from one of my family members.

A flat line.

Taehyung's POV

Everything was black. I didn't know what was going on. Why I was in so much pain.

I looked down, but nothing seemed to be wrong with me. I looked back in, expecting to see the same pitch black, but instead I saw a small white dot in front of me. I tilted my head in confusion.

"What..?" I gasped, looking around. My voice echoed. It was scary, intimidating. I had no idea where I was or what was going on.

"Taehyung..." A gentle voice rang out. I whipped around but there was nothing there. "Don't leave me. I love you..."

"Kookie?" I asked. There was no reply. "KOOKIE!" I screamed, wanting to be scooped up into his warm embrace. "Kookie! Where are you!" A sob escaped my throat as I turned and turned, trying to find him. But he was nowhere.

"Useless."

"What?" I asked.

"Worthless. You little slut. A slut, that's all you'll ever be."

"Who are you!?" I screamed.

"I love you." Came the reply. "I'll never let you go, come back to me."

"Give up. Nothing but a useless whore. You can't do anything. No one will ever love you."

"Please, I can't live without you. I'm nothing. You're everything to me."

"Do you really think that you can ever escape me?" The voices grew closer and closer together, talking more rapidly, and I covered my ears, but the voices kept screening in my head.

"GO AWAY!!!" I screamed desperately.

And then, everything went dead.

Silence.

Nothing.

Only me.

And the light.

Jungkook's POV

I stumbled to my feet, opening the door to my office. I couldn't be alone anymore, I couldn't take it. I would go crazy.

Everyone straightened as I entered the hallway. "Has Yoongi..?" I asked weakly.

I was glad that they chose to ignore my no doubt puffy red eyes and tear stained face. Hoseok shook his head and I sighed. I leaned against the wall.

"I'm scared." I said meekly. "I don't know what I would do without him. I don't want to lose him."

"We're all here for you, Kook. Taehyung is strong, he'll pull through."

Just at that moment, Yoongi came stumbling down the hall, looking exhausted.

I stood quickly and rushed over to him.

"Is he..?" Yoongi looked up at me, and I felt something drop as I looked at his gaze.

"It's bad." He whispered.

And then he said something that halted my whole entire world.

"But he's alive."