Jungkook stumbled to his feet and staggered to the door where Jin was now lying, groaning and struggling to breathe. He was in a daze, his eyes tripled in size.

"Who the fuck is he!?" Jimin asked, confused.

"J-Jin," Jungkook stuttered, his eyes instantly blurring with tears. He slumped to his knee and cupped Jin's face in one hand. He shook his head in utter disapproval. "What are you— Why?"

"Jungkook—"

"You've hurt an innocent person!" Jungkook screamed at Yoongi who had come to stand behind him.

He was at loss. He didn't know what to freaking do.

"Kookie... Are you okay?" Jin gasped in pain. "Taehyung said..."

"Shhh, " Jungkook softly hushed him. "Don't say anything. I'm fine." He swiveled to Yoongi. "Call a fucking ambulance, you murderer!"

"Jungkook, I'm sorry, " Yoongi apologized.

"Just go!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jimin cussed.

"Koo—" Jin's voice disappeared as he coughed up a splatter of blood.

He shook his head. "Look at me, Jin. You'll be fine, okay?" He gave a shaky smile which morphed into sobbing. "Don't close your eyes."

Jin writhed in pain, his hand clutched around Jungkook's arm. He shut his eyes tightly as an unbearable pain washed through him.

"I'm so sorry, man. I'm calling the ambulance." Yoongi said.

"You can't look away from my eyes, " Jungkook cooed. "It's just us. We'll be fine now. Just stay with me."

Jin's eyes fluttered.

"Taehyung!" Jungkook screamed unable to hold in his anger. It was all his fault. Taehyung was behind his misery and sadness right from the beginning. He had caused every hurt, every heartache, every pain that Jungkook had been through. Now, Jungkook was going to lose the person he loved too, because of Taehyung. And because of Yoongi's paranoia and stupidity!

He lovingly stroked Jin's forehead with the other, beads of sweat were gathering from the heat as an unbearable pain spread around Jin's torso.

"I love you, Jin. Do you hear me?"

Jin nodded slowly, tiredly. His breathing had turned strained, soft.

"You'll be fine. I promise." But even Jungkook doubted it. The dagger was too close to his heart. Jungkook feared it was in his heart.

Jin nodded again. "Ok, Koo...kie, " He whimpered, then went unconscious.

"Yoongi! I'll fucking kill you!" Jungkook screamed.

"I didn't know! I didn't know! There were three of them! I thought it was them! I'm sorry. God, what have I done!?" Yoongi cried. He collapsed to the floor and looked from Taehyung's lifeless body to Jin. "What have we done, Jimin? What have we done!?"

Jungkook cradled Jin in his arms and cried. "Please, Jin. Please, no."

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I'm so sorry!" Yoongi continued to cry. "We didn't mean to kill them!"

"He's not dead!" Jungkook defended. "Jin isn't dead! Call an ambulance!"

"I already did!"

"Call them again! Call them again, Yoongi!" Jungkook cried. He buried his face in Jin's hair. "Please, hyung. Don't leave me. You can't leave me."

"Jin! Jin!" A loud voice called from outside the room.

The three boys listened, with racing hearts. Heavy footsteps. Someone was running towards the room.

"Who is it?" Jimin asked no one in particular, with a shaky voice.

Jungkook took the liberty to look through the door and saw Hoseok frantically searching around.

"Hoseok!" He cried.

Hoseok twirled to face him, shocked when he saw Jungkook. "Jungkook? What are you doing here? Where is..." He dragged his stare to Jungkook's bloody hands. Then he looked at the floor and sucked in a shaky breath. "Jin?"

"He's going to die," Jungkook cried.

Hoseok sprinted towards them and slid to the floor next to Jin. His eyes went wide in horror. "Jin," He gasped. "What happened!? Who did this to him!?"

"He wanted to save me," Jungkook whimpered. He instinctively placed a hand on the dagger and proceeded to pull it out.

"No!" Hoseok sharply gripped his wrist. "Do you want to kill him?!"

"I'm sorry, " Jungkook snatched his hand from Hoseok's hold. "He placed it over his mouth. "I don't want to kill him. I don't want him to die. Please, help him. I'm so sorry."

"Someone call the Police!" Hoseok yelled. His expression softened and hands shook as he touched Jin's face. "Jin," He whispered. But Jin wasn't hearing him.

Jungkook continued to apologize for trying to pull out the dagger. He continued to cry. His heart continued to break.

Instantly, Hoseok hauled Jin into his arms and raced out of the room. Jungkook scrambled to his feet and followed him, praying and hoping that Jin would be fine. He was running out of time.

"Open the door!" Hoseok barked as Jungkook jumped to snatch the backseat side of the car open but in time, Liam Kim's entourage arrived followed by the ambulance Yoongi had called for.

"Young master!" Mr. Kim bellowed. "Hoseok, what happened!?"

"Hospital!"

A couple of Paramedics rolled out a stretcher and Jin's unconscious body was placed on it.

Jungkook shook as the whole event unfolded before his eyes. His eyes felt heavy and he felt as if the world was spinning. Jin was going to die. Jin was going to die. The voice in his head couldn't stop yelling at him.

"Jin!" When he got himself back, the stretcher carrying Jin had already been hoisted and placed at the back of the ambulance. He dashed towards it.

Mr. Kim held him back. "Stay back, Son. Who are you?"

"No, please! I have to go with him!" Jungkook cried in desperation, trying to from Mr. Kim's grasp.

"Son, you have to go with the police, " Mr. Kim told him. But Jungkook wasn't listening. The ambulance was going to leave soon and he wanted to be with Jin.

"You don't understand, I have to be with him!" Anguish laced his hoarse voice.

"Mr. Kim," Hoseok called, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. His eyes had turned bloodshot red. "Let him go with them."

"Hoseok, you should go with them. Young master would—"

Hoseok shook his head. His jaws clenched. "Jungkook. Jin would want Jungkook. I'll just... I'll follow behind."

Jungkook was grateful for Hoseok's input but he didn't stick around to express it. He wriggled out of the strange man's hold and climbed into the ambulance.

The paramedics had gone ahead to administer whatever treatment they could to keep him alive. "We have a pulse," A female nurse announced to her male colleague.

"Is he going to die?" Jungkook stammered in fear. His body shook feverishly. "Please help me save him. Please."

"We'll do what we can, honey, " The nurse said kindly to him.

But her words didn't comfort Jungkook. Jin still looked lifeless. He wasn't moving. He was just laying on the stretcher, still. And even though numerous wires were stuck to Jin's arms and nose, he still feared it might not be enough to save him.

Jungkook's breath hitched and suddenly, he couldn't remember how to breathe. He began to gasp and heave deeply. Panic washed through his body. Was he going to die too!?

The male paramedic rushed to him. "Relax, " The man cooed. He grabbed an oxygen mask and placed it over Jungkook's nose. "Shh... Now, just take a deep breath." Jungkook did as he was told. He breathed in deeply. "And let it out." And released it.

"You'll be fine, okay?"

But he didn't feel fine or better, rather he began to feel tired. But he fought to keep his eyes open. He suspected he was being induced but he didn't want to be, so he started to take off the mask.

"No, no. Keep it on. You need to calm down. This will help," The nurse said to him, smiling softly.

As Jin lay unconscious, looking lifeless Jungkook couldn't help but blame himself for what Jin was going through. It was his fault that they had all been there in the first place.

Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok and Jin, none of them would have been in such a situation if he hadn't been born. None of them would have been there if he hadn't been a stupid virgin. Why the hell had he been afraid of losing it in the first place? It was only a stupid thing. It meant nothing!

He would give it up over and over again if he had a chance to relive the past 3 months of his life. To save everyone he cared about and loved. And even if he had burning passionate hate for Taehyung for what he had done to all of them —especially to Jin and to himself— he still hoped that Taehyung had survived. But as the ambulance drove out from the scene, he could see through the glass window, a body bag being carried out from the building. Taehyung was gone.

For a moment, memories of Taehyung flashed through his mind. Taehyung had been a good guy. But he had been hurt and disturbed. If only he had shared his pains with someone, surely he would still be alive. He might have even had a shot at happiness in a few years. But he had been stubborn, pained and vengeful. He had poured his anger and pent up aggression on a set of innocent people and it had cost him his life.

Now that phase of his life was over and Jungkook had been thrown into yet another phase of pain and torture, one worse than what he had come out from. One that Yoongi and Jimin had induced. This was a matter of life and death. It was a matter of losing someone he loved more than anything in this world. And he was afraid. He was so afraid.

He couldn't stop looking at Jin. Although unconscious, he could see Jin's face contorted in a hard scowl, his jaws were clenched. He was fighting for his life. He didn't want to die.

Taking Jin's limp hand, Jungkook brought it to his lips. "Jin hyung, please fight it, okay? You can't leave me. You have to come back to me. I can't live without you."

His eyes heavied him and as he fell into a slumber his mind swirled in fear, if anything happened to Jin, there was no way he was going to stick around to bear the lifelong pain.