Your POV

My eyes widened at the sight of the gun and the direction he was holding it in. I froze—shock and fright taking over my body.

I knew right then.

Taehyung really did kill my brother. He was capable of it, despite his own story. And there I'd gone around trying to convince myself Taehyung wasn't a bad person.

He wasn't. He was a psycho.

"You killed my brother!" I yelled, standing up from my chair.

Taehyung's strong gaze shifted to me, his eyes softening as so. I stood, shaking, with anger and fright.

"You killed Jaemun." I said, my voice cracking half way through. A lump formed in my throat, saying it out loud.

Taehyung's eyebrows lifted, his lips parting. His gaze softened even more and for a moment, I felt like I saw regret in them.

He listened to me.

Jimin might've noticed Taehyung's loss of focus and reached to grab my wrist, but Taehyung's gaze became fierce again as he placed his other hand on the gun too, holding it in a steady grip.

"Taehyung stop!" I screamed, seeing the fire in his eyes.

He was really going to kill Jimin.

I realized that maybe I was the only way to save Jimin. Taehyung listened to me. I saw the way he was deeply focused as I talked.

"Why?" I sighed, lowering my voice.

Everyone in the bakery was either standing still or hiding behind the nearest object. Only Jimin, Taehyung and myself were standing.

"You know your little sister wouldn't want you to get this far out." I said hesitantly. Taehyung's arms lowered slightly as I talked, but as I took a step closer he lifted them back up.

"She'd hate to see you like this. She loves you so much and she only wants to see you happy. You know that, Taehyung." I stood still, but spoke with more confidence this time. I had to convince him.

"H-how do you know?" Taehyung's voice was small and trembling. It seemed as if a little boy was hidden inside the monster.

"Our friends told me. You should've told me Taehyung. I know how you feel. I've lost someone close to me too." As I said the words, Taehyung's gaze fell to the ground for a few seconds before looking back up at me. His gun was still pointed at Jimin, who stood still in utter silence, but his grip wasn't as tight anymore.

It worked.

"I don't blame you for it Taehyung. I can forgive you, maybe." I tried sounding convincing.

I would never be able to forget him. He killed my brother.

This was all bullshit to save Jimin from the monster in front of us.

"Y-you can?" Taehyung said.

His arms relaxed more, the gun was now pointed at Jimin's chest. Taehyung never noticed the gun falling closer and closer to the ground as he kept his eyes on me and me only.

"Maybe." I forced a smile.

Taehyung was a psychopath.

He killed my brother, stalked me for months and threatened to kill another person whom I loved.

But why?

I really wanted to ask him why.

Why my brother? Why me?

But what if I asked and he'd flip out, shooting Jimin right there and then. I had to be careful to not push his buttons.

Yet, I challenged the boundaries and took a step closer to him. This time, he didn't do anything. I took another, slow and gentle.

Jimin was three steps behind me and Taehyung about five in front of me. I felt scared to take another, so I stopped.

"You wouldn't want to do this Taehyung." I said softly, almost in a lullaby voice, "Peaches wouldn't want you to."

As if the nickname snapped him back into is psychotic state, Taehyung's grip around the gun tightened again and he raised his arms again, but let go with his one hand. Instead of pointing the gun at Jimin, he brought it up to his head, digging it into his temple.

I only got to see a tear leave his eye, before a tug at my arm pulled me back and I fell into Jimin's arms. He brought me with him under the table, holding me tight. I closed my eyes, waiting for the click to sound and the loud noise to follow.

A pin dropped on the ground could've been heard before the small bell over the bakery's entrance sounded and a loud voice yelled.

"Drop the weapon, this is the police."

I opened my eyes and peeked from under the table. I saw boots and what seemed to be the pants of a police uniform.

"Let me go." I said to Jimin as I still felt his arms holding me tightly into him.

"What!? No! Never, are you crazy!?" Jimin whisper-yelled back.

"Jimin I have to see him drive away in that cop's car." I said and caught his eyes, "Trust me."

Jimin unwillingly let go of me and I got up from under the table.

Taehyung was being handcuffed, a cop was busy wrapping the gun in a plastic bag.

I looked up and my eyes met Taehyung's. They were teary, yet they pierced into my soul.

"I just want my little sister back." He let out in almost a whisper.

The cops started escorting him away, but he started to fight to stay back or get loose. He pulled and pulled, looking as if he was trying to get free so he could run to me.

"I want my little sister!" He yelled.

"I want her! I need her! She's mine! You— you can't take me away from her. Don't make me—leave her." Taehyung yelled as he struggled to get free from the cops' firm hold on him. They struggled too, but it was a lost fight for Taehyung.

"Y/n!! Tell them to let me go! Tell them!!" He yelled. His voice was shrill, eerie and absolutely terrifying.

I looked at him, frozen in shock. My eyes got teary as well, the scene in front of me was tough to watch. I shook my head in a no as I felt a warm pair of hands place on my shoulders and I turned around and dug my face into Jimin's chest, letting him envelope me in his warmth and safety.

"Ha Y/n!! I NEED MY LITTLE—SISTER." He now screamed in hysteria as a crazy person.

I felt scared and hurt and just started crying into Jimin's chest.

"Y/N! Y/n—please. Wake up! Y/n!"

I open my eyes, but squint them due the sunlight seeking into my room. I feel a pair of hands on my arms, shaking me but stopping as I opened my eyes wider.

"Y/n! Finally!" A voice speaks and I look up, "You're in damn trouble, we have to go in 10 minutes."

Jaemun?

At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I realized and a wave of relief washed over me.

It was all just a dream.

I remember going to bed last night. I went to sleep early, which had annoyed Jaemun as he wanted me to go with him to hang out with his friends. He got mad and drove off with a temper, which slightly worried me. Hence, my dream.

Never mind that I know it was a dream, I still feel slightly touched seeing my brother's face, knowing he isn't dead.

What a stupid nightmare

"Y/n?" Jaemun say, waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"What?" I say plainly.

It feels weird replying to him in such a mean type of way, when I dreamt he was dead for months.

"We have to go." He repeats and gets up from my bed, heading towards the exit of my room.

"Go where?" I say, not remembering we have any plans. 

"To meet up with our friends? You know, Byeongho, Charlie, Seungbin-"

"Shut up, I know who our friends are." I interrupt his mocking.

"It's Saturday, we've had this planned for the entire week." He reasons, clearly not done bickering with me.

I scoff instead of answering.

It's funny to think about how in my dream I would've done anything to have me and Jaemun bickering again and now I just want him out of my room.

"Wait, is Taehyung coming too?" I question, feeling a rather uneasy feeling enter my stomach.

Even though it was just a dream, it felt quite real and maybe I'll have to digest it for a while to not look at Taehyung in a different way.

"Who's Taehyung?"

The question coming from my brother's mouth takes me aback. I tilt my head, wrinkling my brows in confusion. 

Who's Taehyung?

"You're acting weird Y/n. Like you've alway been weird, but weirder." Jaemun again mocks me and chuckles at himself before he leaves my room.

"Close the door!" I yell after him, but he is already gone.

I look around me, searching for my phone. I need to text Jimin.

My brother is fucking with me. Taehyung has been in their friend group for a while, or so I have heard and seen.

As my eyes fall on my phone, I pick it up and open messages. 

Weird...

Jimin's number is not pinned anymore in my messages app.

I open my contacts, scrolling down to the letter J.

I want to tell him about my dream. He's the person I thought of first when waking up, just before seeing my brother's face.

I search carefully through the J's in my contacts but... why is Jimin not there?

My heart starts pumping faster and I exit contacts and open camera roll instead.

Where are all the pictures we've taken together?

They're not there...

I don't hesitate once, to jump out of my bed and get on some clothes. Fuck it if it was presentable or not, I just needed to get out of here as soon as possible. My friends can wait.

I start panicking as I run to the bus stop. My steps get quicker and quicker and on the bus my feet can't stop tapping the ground. I feel my heartbeat fasten and I start to feel lightheaded.

As soon as the bus stops, I run out and to Jimin's apartment.

I walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I need to get there quick.

As I stand in front of his apartment, I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

I bring out my phone, checking my contacts and camera roll again, making sure I wasn't being ignorant.

As there still is no "Jimin😘" in my contacts and no black haired boy in my camera roll, I pull my arm up and leave three knocks on the door.

It doesn't take long for someone to open the door for me. I look up and find Hoseok's familiar face.

A rock falls off my chest and I feel like I can finally breath properly again.

"Is Jimin home?" I say almost in a sigh of relief as I try peeking behind Hoseok's frame.

"Who are you?"

I look back up at him, tilting my head slightly. A chuckle leaves my mouth. A chuckle that's somewhat in between disbelief and fright.

"What?" I huff, but without meaning it in a rude way.

"Sorry, I don't know you and I don't know any Jimin. I live here alone." Hoseok speaks.

He has his usual warm and kind aura, but it doesn't make me feel good right now.

My heart sinks, hearing his words.

"Who's Taehyung?"

"Who are you?"

"I don't know any Jimin."

Taehyung is not a real person?

Jimin is not a real person?

Were they both fictional characters in my dream?

Did I make them up?

I don't say anything, but turn around and start leaving. As I hear the guy behind me mumble something followed by the door closing, I fall to my knees.

My vision gets blurry, my mind as well. 

Where is he? Where is my Jimin?

I feel as if something has punctured my lungs as I find trouble breathing. The tears start streaming down my cheeks and silent sobs escape my lips. It hurts. It pains. My entire body trembles and quivers as a second nightmare overtakes me.

At last, I got my brother back.

That was what I wished for, in my dream.

But, now it feels like I've lost someone just as important to me.

T H E  E N D

a.n.

Hellooooooo.

I was really excited for this story in the beginning but lost a lot of motivation on the way, so I apologize if the ending feels rushed...

I like tragic endings and this is kind of happy kind of tragic so I think the ending suits it, but I could've made it a bit better perhaps.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed reading and will check out some of my other books!!

I really recommend "My Last Days of Silence" which is a Jungkook fan fiction already completed, so no need to wait for updates on that.

Also....

I'm writing a new book!!!

I'm currently writing the ending (I like finishing my books before uploading so I can check for mistakes in the storyline or change it if I want to), so the first chapter will be released soon!

A sneak peak !! ↓

TIME HEALER
a Jeon Jungkook fan fiction 

The technology has come far in 2109 and time travel is the new black. Y/n works at TravelTen, a company that uses time travel for what they believe as a good purpose — to save the lost children of the past — otherwise known as suicide victims.

Y/n is a traveler and experienced in traveling through time, but what happens when she ends up in the wrong year? And what happens when her client is no one like who she was told?__________________________________________

What would happen if the world's biggest Kpop sensation, BTS, disbanded? And what if one thing led to another and at last the group of friends split up? How would each and every one of the former band members cope when they don't have each other to lean on anymore? And why is Y/n, a time traveler, sent back in time to save one of them?

"Y/n, where do you come from?"

"Somewhere."

"Will I ever get to see you again?"

"Time will tell..."