Song Recommendation:

A 1000 times by Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam (Highly recommend it, it fits really well with the chapter. If not, I recommend listening to a mellow song :))

Enjoy!!

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"JUNGKOOK! TAEHYUNG!"

The sound of a gun shots soars the silent air.

And the tiger stuffed animal falls to the floor.

It all happens in slow motion when Jungkook's body jerks towards Taehyung's arms, complete shock splattering his doe orbs behind his round glasses.

What's happening?

Why is he shocked?

W-Why is he scared-

"Jungkook?"

The younger hisses painfully and then lets out a weak whimper, tears pooling behind his orbs as he lets his eyes falls down. Taehyung follows his gaze and the movement of his hand as he places it on his stomach and then he pulls his hand back, revealing the scarlet liquid of blood staining his milky skin.

He was fine....

Why is he bleeding?!

Bullet wounds...

Gun shots..

WHO THE FUCK SHOT JUNGKOOK!

Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, watching how hysteria instantly spreads the blue haired man's eyes to the realization of the situation, "Don't be afraid," Jungkook whispers faintly and collapse completely in Taehyung's arms, wheezing forcefully for air as the metal digs his chest.

Taehyung's body shaking in utter panic , seeing the love of his life struggling for life right before his eyes. A shriek of surprise snaps his attention and he looks up, seeing Hwanwoong hovered over Yeosang on the floor, shielding him, and that's when Taehyung notices a trace of the bullet direction that was going to shoot Yeosang fly to the window of the front doors of the apartment instead.

Hwanwoong saved Yeosang.

And Jungkook saved Taehyung. The younger heard the clicking of the gun before the older did and he yanked him aside and stood in his place.

Taking the bullets for him.

Sudden running snaps all of their attention and Taehyung snaps his eyes to someone running away to a car in the parking lot.

He recognizes him.

Liam.

More sounds of gun shots soars the skies and Taehyung spots Zayn at the entrance of the apartment, gun in hand as he tries to shoot Liam but he gets away.

Liam just shot Jungkook.

Not once or twice, but four times...

He shot Jungkook...

Time zooms back into it's normal pace and Taehyung is hit across the face with his desperation, "Jungkook!" Taehyung shrieks frantically after noticing how the younger's eyes kept rolling back with his body shaking to fight against the unconsciousness. Taehyung instantly carries him in his arms and rushes towards the apartment.

Not before meeting the spawn by the entrance.

Yeosang scrambles from the ground and to his feet, his jaw dropping in shock upon seeing Jungkook's bloody body in Taeyung's shaking arms, "D-Dad."

Something broke inside Taehyung.

Maybe it was hope, or hysteria or just.... Something.

But Taehyung wanted nothing more but scream at the world and fall into a dark swirl of a familiar depression.

Jungkook is going to survive.

He's going to live.

Taehyung will help him!

Taehyung rushes past the younger boy and sprints down the lobby, yelling and screaming for people to move out of the way as he rushes Jungkook to the infirmary.

"Don't close you're eyes," Taehyung orders to him the second he notices Jungkook fluttering his eyes slightly close.

No! No!

You're not going to leave me!

"Jungkook! Open your eyes!"

Taehyung gasps and sits up, his heart racing rapidly against his chest and his vision completely covered in darkness from the dark room. For a seconds he wanted to believe he just woke up from the spiral of his awaking darkness. That all of this pain he felt settling his chest was just an incoming cold or sickness. Anything.

But it wasn't.

He's back here, in Jungkook's barren room, waking up to an ongoing nightmare of his life. For once didn't Taehyung's dreams seem less tempting. He prefers dreaming than living this world with half of his heart hanging his chest.

However, it will only be the nightmares of Jungkook's frightened face and peaceful works that will stroll his mind, and that means he won't have a decent sleep for many days, months or maybe years to come.

He will never be as completed as he once was before.

"Taehyungie?"

Taehyung snaps his head to the side, his lips twitching to a frown upon seeing Yeosang groggily sitting up from the space beside him with Jungkook's familiar black shirt resting on his hand, his other hand rubs his eye sleepily.

Yeosang....

Taehyung's only string tied to life. If Taehyung is feeling like shit for Jungkook's death, he can only imagine Yeosang, who has known the younger longer than he did and they actually had a stable relationship.

Yeosang lost his guide, his father figure, and his........ His whole world.

Taehyung knows how that feels, but it was never as concrete as Yeosang and Jungkook. Yeosang didn't join a gang after his mother's death and because of his father, who barely payed any attention to him because he was always working.

Jungkook was more of a father figure than Taehyung's father ever was to him.

And Taehyung sees that now, and the pain only strikes harder for the younger boy.

Taehyung tenderly removes Yeosang's hand away from rubbing his sleepy eyes and pulls him to his chest, laying back down to the bed while holding onto him tightly, "Shh get back to sleep darling."

Yeosang instantly relaxes against Taehyung's chest, his arm still cuddling Jungkook's shirt against his chest, and he inhales the scent for a moment before almost instantly falling back asleep.

That's how he's able to fall asleep these days, with one of Jungkook's worn out shirts that still heavy with his scent.

Vanilla.

He still smelled like a warm vanilla Christmas Day. The type of scent that calms every nerve in one's body and fills it with this comfort that is almost similar to the feeling of being home.

Jungkook felt like home.

He was the core home for Oasis.

And still is, even if he's..... Gone.

Taehyung stares at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. The wound is still fresh in his mind of last night and he can't..... He can't handle it.

Tomorrow he's going to find Liam and he will finds ways to make him suffer. Worse than Harry. At least Harry didn't kill them, meanwhile Liam single handedly killed Jungkook.

Liam was always the hidden snake under Harry's sleeve, the one with the surprises.

If Harry ever wanted something done on the low, Liam was his man. And it seems like he's still putting up with that reputation.

Taehyung waited until he was sure Yeosang was officially sleeping before sliding off carefully him, helping him cuddle up properly with the shirt and quietly peddles to Jungkook's closet.

He's focusing too much and he's rather not right now. Just for a moment. That's why Taehyung swings on one of Jungkook's hoodies on and uses the stairs to walk out of the apartment and lets the cool air brush his cheeks the second he steps outside.

He doesn't want to be here, or anywhere near this scene or area. Taehyung just needs a moment away to perhaps gather his thoughts or forget them completely instead.

Just for now.

Or forever if he grows tempted.

The autumn air caressed his face as he walks down the familiar passage way of the side walk, avoiding eye contact with anyone in sight with a cigarette digging between his lips. With every exhale he's releasing, he blurs a memory of his beloved ravenette. He doesn't want to think of him now, or at all. For a second he just want to forget about everything and become numb.

So that's what he's going to do in this peaceful chilly night.

The male takes a turn and approaches a familiar bar that he has been to many times before. Everything inside hasn't changed at all since the last time he's been here, and it was when Oasis saved him from those fuckers when he was seconds away from revealing he was an Orchid member and then they kidnapped him to meet Jungkook.

Jungkook....

Taehyung remembers being so horrified about the entire situation that he even began to hit Jungkook with his own pillow, demanding to be released.

Such a beautiful...... Memory.

The memory is instantly blurred out and Taehyung fights it to stay that way as he sits by the counter, ordering a shot of vodka to numb the feeling of hollowness away. As much as he didn't want to think about him, Jungkook was all he thought away and that became motivation for Taehyung to not stop. One shot became more shots and other alcohol beverages later and he was stumbling out of the bar, a bottle of Hennessy in hand with a buzzed mind as he stumbles his feet over themselves, trying to walk properly.

He definitely wasn't being mindful of himself, not that he even cared.

If he died today, that would be the best thing that has ever happened to him.

"Jungkook-ah!" Taehyung slurs out loud, stumbling to the bricked wall of the familiar alleyway of the bar and then he stopped, leaning against it with a childish pout on his lips.

"I want my Jungkookie," He whine pitifully and slides down against the wall, closing his eyes for a split moment to control his spinning head, but then his heart stops beating for a moment.

No, not from any health problems, but from nostalgia.

A familiar voice.

"Great, I'm dead for less than a day and you're already fucked?"

Taehyung snaps his head up and nearly chokes on his own vomit upon seeing the familiar ravenette beside him against the wall, who only stares back at him with a slight glare.

Jungkook....

It's my Jungkook...

"Hi Taehyung."

Taehyung drops his jaw and suddenly rubs his eyes, desperately try to remove the alcohol from his system, and the boy suddenly disappears.

Oh no.

I'm so fucked.

Great....

Not hallucinations.

He can't let his emotions overweight his knowledgeable thinking, especially if mixing it with Jungkook.

Head straight.

Head straight.

"Well you aren't going to get your head straight while you're shitfaced drunk and depressed. I thought my psychopathic husband was smarter than that."

There goes that voice again.

That familiar voice.

Taehyung slowly removes his hands from his face, moving his eyes to the squatted ravenette male in front of him; familiar gelled black hair with a few strands caressing his forehead and those wide Harry Potter glasses on his face that he dread so much.

He looks so..... Real.

"J-Jungkookie?"

The other male grimaces slightly and then points to the blood stains on his stomach, right through his oversized white knitted sweater of his disguise that Taehyung loved so much.

He looked so small and innocent.

Just like the first day they ever met..

"Not quite," Jungkook drawls lightly, and slowly looks up at him, "If your dumbass knew how to take care of yourself, maybe hallucinations wouldn't be an issue right now."

Taehyung couldn't stop staring at him, rubbing his hair and then his lips quivered, "Well excuse me that I'm missing you so much right now. You did die out of no where."

Jungkook's face falls gently to this and he rises to his feet, "Come."

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows but the second he sees Jungkook offering him a soft smile, he grew entranced but he instantly shakes it away, "No.... You're not real."

"I'm real in your heart, no?" Jungkook chuckles with a raised eyebrow, waving him closer, "Come, let's get out of here. You need to go back home."

Taehyung rubs his eyes once more and just like that, Jungkook disappears once again.

Shit what did he do!?

He was right here!

"Jungkook," Taehyung slurs, tears threatening to stream out of his eyelids by now, "Come out you bitch! I'm still mad that you left me!"

"Hey don't disrespect the dead."

Taehyung whirls around to see Jungkook leaning against the wall next to him, this time a sad frown on his lips, "You need to go home Tae, you're not well."

Stubbornly the other male shakes his head and pouts, "No where is home if you're not there."

"Stop being difficult," Jungkook huffs frustrated and walks towards him, "You knew something like this was going to happen. We talked about it, and you promised you would be strong through it, and now you're breaking your promise."

"I am strong! I didn't break-"

"Then why am I here?" Jungkook fires back, his eyes growing more and more pleading, "Please...... Yeosang needs you. Don't fall so low, you still have people there for you who want and need you. Don't let my death ruin who you are. Come, let's go back, okay angel?"

Taehyung's weak heart tugged, his lips quivering slightly and he finally gave in. So he followed the none realistic version of his husband. Many times Jungkook would warn Taehyung to be careful with the cars zooming by or the strangers stumbling the street, but Taehyung could careless. He's so entranced by the younger that he chases after him, stands near him, even tried to touch him but Jungkook would always move away, telling him he doesn't want to disappoint him since his hand would go right through his touch.

Even if this is Jungkook from his imagination, he's still so caring.

Just like he remembers him.

Eventually they arrived to the apartment but Taehyung was having a hard wanting to go back inside. Him and Jungkook bickered back and forth and eventually Taehyung gave in after Jungkook threatened to leave him that same seconds.

Even as a hologram, he's still a bitch.

"There, you're safely home," Jungkook sighs as Taehyung stumbles through the front door. The blue haired man grumbles words under his breath and turns from the open door and his heart dropped when sees the other male walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Taehyung cries out, a deep frown on his lips, "Your home is with me...... Come with me, please?"

Jungkook turns around, sending him a soft smile and nods to the door, "You know I can't darling. Please don't let yourself fall down this spiral, there's many people who needs you, okay?"

And just like that, he walks farther away, vanishing in the midst of the night.

Taehyung's bottom lip began to wobble and he stubbornly looks back at the front door, "But I lost someone I needed," He mumbles sadly and goes through the door. The lobby is empty as Taehyung drags his heavy legs down the open space, going all the to the hallway near the front desk. The hallway where more computer rooms are and most specifically, the 'death' room, as they call it here. And that's exactly where Taehyung's stumbling body is going to. He pathetically bursts through the dark room and dim the lights on slightly.

Right there, in front of him, lays Jungkook's motionless body.

Tomorrow is the night Jungkook's body is going to be cremated, and so they laid him down on a bed surrounded by white roses, right on the floor near his bed , a signifigance of every gang member currently in Oasis; All in preparation for the ritual tomorrow.

Taehyung swings the alcohol bottle to his lips, looking down at his former lover as he drinks, dressed in a formal attire with his hair neatly groomed back.

The older scowls annoyedly as he stands beside his bed, careful to not step on the circle of roses, "That's not right," And Taehyung's long fingers began to run through Jungkook's silky hair, messing it slightly but the more he did, the more heavier his chest weighed.

Now he looks like himself...

"Even when you're dead you still haunt my ass," Taehyung slurs, pointing an accusing blurred finger at his lover, "How are you going to rest in peace if you're still after me, huh? Exactly, you won't, so wake the fuck up so we can be together again."

Nothing happened.

Absolutely nothing.

Just as expected.

To this Taehyung frowns deeply and sits beside him, and he lightly shoves Jungkook's arm with pleading eyes, "Wake up please," He croaks quietly but nothing happens yet again.

So Taehyung raises his bottle, a drunken smirk playing his lips, "I'll see you soon in the afterlife my sweet nerdy boy, save a spot for me wherever the hell you are," And he drowns the last bit of the liquor before swinging it against the wall, the glass breaking into many tiny pieces.

A perfect comparison to how his heart feels right now.

Broken.

Absolutely broken like those shards of glass.

He lets his drunken eyes drift back to his lover and he sits completely on the bed, "Move over, I'm sleep with you," Taehyung mumbles groggily and carefully moves Jungkook over, letting himself lay beside him. The bed is a bit small for two bodies, so Taehyung grabs Jungkook's body and lets him lay on his chest, placing his lifeless arm over his torso and just for a split moment, it all felt too familiar. For a moment Jungkook was there and in Taehyung's arms. He was holding him.

Taehyung's softly smiles.

Jungkook is just sleeping.

Sweet baby had a long day.

"Life sucks without you. How dare you have the audacity to leave me like that, now I'm mad at you," Taehyung huffs stubbornly but then he gives in, instantly feeling bad and places a sweet kiss on his head instead, "Don't worry, I know it's not your fault baby. You fought hard..... Y-You always did."

Jungkook always did; He fought against him, for him, with him, and now.... There's no more fighting. Now Taehyung is left fighting with his own demon.

A demon he can't face without Jungkook.

Taehyung's eyes suddenly glitters with prickling tears, "How is the after life? Is it better than here, hm?" His voice wavers now, especialy when he pulls out the blade from his pocket, pointing it to his own chest, right where he stabbed Jungkook, "Are you waiting for me?"

All Taehyung is left with is unanswered questions and he suddenly chuckles drily, pulling the knife away from his chest and throws it somewhere in the room, "I can already hear you bitching to me to not make stupid decisions. Ahh, you clever nerdy boy..... My sweet n-nerdy b-boy."

By now Taehyung is fighting with himself to not scream in despair or thrash this whole entire room, instead he holds Jungkook closer and tangles their legs together, inhaling his faint scent that's slowly fading and feel his unmovable chest against his, with his face buried against Taehyung's neck, only left to imagine it moving; to feel him breathing heavily against his skin. And just for that moment, Taehyung believed it; He felt Jungkook's constant heart beat thrusting, his legs moving themselves to tangle comfortably with his, his strong embrace tightening around Taehyung's torso. All a trickery of his imagination that he drowned himself into just for this small second.

Reality has never appeared so beautiful;This blissful and tenderness of imagination that circulates Taehyung's blurred mind.

A moment where he holds his sleeping lover, who had a long day of ruling an empire and just craved to be in his presence.

Just like how times use to be before.

Taehyung's eyes began to slowly fade before his eyes and he pulls Jungkook closer, "I still hate you, just so you know that before your creepy ghost ass starts haunting me again," and he closes his eyes, letting a tear escape and tap Jungkook's hair, "Even though I wouldn't mind it one bit.

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A/N:

I have a witnesses of someone who heard and someone who saw me crying because of this chapter. Listen, I'm not much of an emotional person, but...... Imagining this whole scene.... With the song in the back ground.... My heartache really bad.

Ahhh Next chapter will be very interesting, I can guarantee you that. All the warnings I put for Harry's death will be the same for the next one so..... Let that be a little hint and warning.

Alrighty my lovelies! Time to focus in class and cry even more!

I PURPLE YOU <33