"Are you sure you want to pull that trigger?" Yoongi asks, confidence oozing from his pores as he smirks at Jacob. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who has the balls to do it yourself."

Jacob scowls, taking the bait exactly as Yoongi had hoped he would.

"You clearly don't know me very well, " Jacob snarls. "I've killed more than a handful of men and women, and they committed less crimes against me than this man has."

The smile that spreads across Jacobs face is truly terrifying.

"That woman that he's dared to defile belongs to me. I've killed so many just to have her, when she should have been mine all along. Anyone who has stood in my way, they've all died. Lara, Benjamin, even my own would be in-laws." He laughs, dark and maniacal. "I've already paid her aunt a hefty sum for Chloe's hand in marriage. And someday, when I've bent and broken her to my will, I'll kill her too."

I gasp. Rage the liked of which I've never known courses through me. He'd been the one who killed my parents?

"No, " I rage. "That wasn't you, you didn't take them from me! It was just an accident!"

I wish that I could knock each of those perfect teeth right out of his disgusting skull. The answering smirk that he responds with sends me berserk. I struggle against Taehyung, who's vise-like grip refuses to let go.

"Let me go!" I scream, distraught by the newfound revelation that my parents were actually murdered.

All of this time I'd believed their deaths to be accidental, but no. This man has truly taken everything from me.

"No!" Tae shouts defiantly, gripping my arm even more tightly. "Trust us, trust me. Please."

One look into his eyes and I am incapable of arguing.  This was a decision that we'd made together already. I realize, despite the rage clouding my mind, that one wrong move and I could wreck Yoongi's entire plan.

I nod, settling silently back into Taehyung's embrace.

"Besides, " Yoongi adds triumphantly. "I think we've heard everything we needed to."

The door behind which Yoongi's coworkers have been hiding this entire time bursts open suddenly, and a handful of cops come bursting out with guns drawn and trained on Jacob.

"Mr.Miller, you are under arrest." One of them shouts bravely. "Now put down the gun and come quietly, or we will shoot."

Jacob roars in frustration before training his evil gaze, and the barrel of his gun, upon Taehyung.

"I'm not going anywhere until this pissant is dead!" He shouts.

And as he pulls the trigger, time seems to slow. I watch, enraptured by the bullet's macabre path as it travels the distance between us. Without even realizing it, I've already put my body between the bullet and my beloved. And when the bullet pierces my flesh, sliding into my gut like it is only made only of so much butter, I scream.

The room busts into a flurry of activity.

Three consecutive shots from three different cops end Jacob Millers pathetic existence, and the Kim family crowds around me in panic. Taehyung is by my side before anyone else, tears streaming down his face as I gasp for air through the pain.

"She's gonna be fine Tae, " I hear in the back ground. Jin I presume, though his voice is strangely muffled and distant. "He didn't hit anything vital."

But Tae is too frantic to hear him. His hands shake as he brings them to his face, finally noticing the blood that stains his hands. My blood. My vision begins to fade, everything becoming blurred and unfocused. And yet, I am lucid enough to be worried. Tae suddenly looks uncharacteristically pale.

He falls to the floor beside me, convulsions suddenly wracking his frame much like that one night when I'd found out about the condition of his heart. Despite my quickly spiraling condition, panic begins to rise within me.

Though my eyesight is quick to go, I can still faintly hear the panicked voices of the Kim family as they fret over the pair of us. And I can still feel the hands that lift me up, and transfer me to what I assume must be a stretcher.

When did the ambulance arrive? Or have they been here the whole time? Knowing Yoongi, I can't discount the idea.

I can't move a muscle, but my panic demands I not leave without Taehyung. I must be making one hell of a face, because Yoongi is suddenly by my side stroking my hand soothingly and speaking to me in hushed tones.

"Don't worry about Tae, " he tells me calmly. "We're all gonna be okay, I promise."

And those words are the last I hear before the darkness, and the silence, claims me.