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Jimin's gun loosely fell from his hand onto the floor along with him. He brought his trembling fingers to his stomach, which had a dark hole in it. Blood poured out of it, soaking up his white shirt.

Jungkook gasped, eyes widening in horror, falling onto his knees beside him. Jungkook saw the pain in Jimin's eyes and felt his own stomach wallow with guilt. "O-oh my god- Jimin-" Jungkook choked out, and Jimin gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

Suddenly, Jungkook was pushed away roughly- and Jungkook saw fear struck brown eyes and blonde hair. Jungkook saw as Yoongi collapsed onto the floor, grabbing Jimin's hands tightly.

"Hey- hey hey, you're okay. You're okay- don't worry baby, you're alright-" Yoongi said quickly, his voice shaking as well. Jimin looked at Yoongi with teary eyes.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry-" Jimin breathed out, and Yoongi shook his head rapidly, gripping Jimin's hands tighter.

"No- n-no- it's not your fault. You'll be fine. You'll be just fine." Yoongi stammered, and then looked at Taehyung, who had a phone pressed to his ear.

"The ambulance will get here soon," Taehyung said.

"How soon?" Jin asked, and Taehyung gulped, looking nervous as well.

"I-I don't know- they said ten minutes or so-" Taehyung mumbled.

"Ten minutes?! That's too long- Hoseok, get the car," Yoongi snapped, and Namjoon pursed his lips.

"Yoongi- it'll be better for Jimin to-"

"I said get the fucking car!" Yoongi yelled, and Hoseok already ran up the stairs to get the car. Namjoon sighed and rushed up after him.

Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin's, which was placed on his abdomen. "Breathe. Just breathe, baby- just breathe." Yoongi whispered, and Jimin breathed shakily.

"I-I-I c-c-can't-" Jimin choked out, and Yoongi suddenly saw some blood dribble out of Jimin's mouth, and his eyes drifting ever so lightly.

Yoongi felt dread swallow him whole and lifted Jimin's head up from the back. "No- J-Jimin- keep your eyes open for me-" Yoongi stammered, and then looked at Taehyung.

"T-Taehyung help me get him u-up-" Yoongi ordered shakily, and Taehyung could see the fear in his eyes. Fear in losing someone who he loved.

Taehyung reached forward, helping Yoongi lift him up. Jimin's head lolled onto the crevice of Yoongi's neck, and he started breathing heavily, shaking.

"Jimin- breathe. Just keep breathing. Keep breathing." Yoongi said, and Jimin grabbed onto Yoongi's shirt.

"I-i-it hurts," Jimin choked out, and Yoongi looked at him, seeing the pain and conflict in his eyes. He wished all that pain could be transferred to him instead.

"I know, I know- I'm sorry- it'll be fine, everything will be fine." Yoongi said, seemingly to Jimin and to himself. They finally reached the exit of the house, and saw the car parked in front of it. Yoongi dashed forward and helped Jimin get in, lying on his back.

"Apply pressure to his wound-" Yoongi instructed, and Jin nodded, sitting halfway in the backseat, and took his jacket and wrapped it around Jimin's abdomen tightly.

Taehyung and Jungkook still stood outside the car, and Namjoon looked at them. "Grab a taxi and come to the hospital." Namjoon informed, and Taehyung nodded, taking his phone out.

The car doors closed and Yoongi sat by Jimin's legs, having his hands placed tightly on the gunshot. Jimin looked at him, teary eyed.

"I'm... s-sorry... c-can-t---- b-b-breathe--" Jimin barely breathed out, before his eyes slowly slid shut.

Everyone froze for a split second, eyes wide, paling in horror.

Yoongi rushed forward and got a plastic oxygen mask that was kept in front by Hoseok and wrapped it around Jimin's mouth. "No- no no no- Jimin. Keep your eyes open. Keep breathing. You're fine. You'll be perfectly fine." Yoongi said, and Jimin's eyes opened lightly.

The car drove away, and Taehyung cursed to himself, not finding any taxi or UBER nearby.

He looked forward and saw some motorbikes parked beside the building opposite the Ravens one.

Taehyung rushed towards the parking lot, Jungkook following in silence. Taehyung grabbed a pocket knife from his pocket and jammed it into the keyhole of one of the bikes, twisting it until he heard the engines rev.

"C'mon- let's go." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. Taehyung climbed onto the seat of the motorbike, and Jungkook sat behind him, holding the back of his shirt.

Taehyung began driving fast, and Jungkook gulped, looking down, gut feeling heavy. "I'm sorry." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung continued driving fast, way too fast- down the road, passing cars and such.

"It's fine." Taehyung said, and Jungkook felt shaken with guilt. Because it wasn't. It wasn't fine.

Jungkook continued having his hands latched onto Taehyung's shirt, wind blowing past him rapidly. The hospital wasn't too far away, thankfully. When they reached the big white building, they parked the bike in the parking lot of the building.

Taehyung climbed off the seat, but Jungkook stayed on. His legs felt like jelly. He was brimming with anxiety. Taehyung looked at him, and sighed softly.

Taehyung placed his hands on Jungkook's waist, turning him so he was sitting sideways on the bike, facing Taehyung. "Baby, it's not your fault-"

Jungkook shook his head, tears filling in his eyes. "I-it is, Tae. N Namjoon was r-right- I should've just stayed at home-" Jungkook said, and Taehyung grabbed his chin and turned it.

"I'm not going to lie to you and say you didn't mess up- because you did. But right now is no time for tears, baby. Let's go inside," Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. Taehyung sighed when he saw Jungkook still having tears rushing down his face, so he leaned forward, sealing their lips with a kiss.

Taehyung moved his lips softly against Jungkook's, and then pulled away. "Come on." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook took his hand and hopped off the bike seat. They both walked into the hospital, and saw some cleaners cleaning the blood off the floor.

"Excuse me- do-do you know where we can find- um- Park Jimin?" Taehyung asked the woman at the reception.

"Room 618." The woman said, and Taehyung nodded. Him and Jungkook rushed towards the lift and then finally reached room 618, which was on the 6th floor.They saw Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok sitting on some seats outside the room, which had blinds covering the windows. "How is he?" Taehyung asked, and Namjoon sighed.

"We don't know.. Yoongi's in there with him. The doctor is one of our guys- so that's good. No questions." Namjoon said, and Taehyung nodded, sitting down beside Hoseok.

Jungkook looked at the boys timidly. "W-will he be okay?" Jungkook asked, and Jin looked up at him.

Jin saw how fragile and afraid he looked and patted the seat beside him, where Jungkook sat down. "We don't know- but let's hope he will." Jin said, giving the younger boy a small smile. Jungkook nodded, fumbling with his hands.

"I-I'm sorry, Jin." Jungkook squeaked out, and Jin turned to him. "It's fine." Jin said shortly, but the tone of his voice definitely didn't show that 'it was fine'.

Yoongi walked out of the room- or rather, kinda got thrown out by one of the nurse's, who Yoongi was yelling at. Before Yoongi could yell at her any further, the door shut.

"W-what happened?" Taehyung asked, and Yoongi turned to him, still looking incredibly afraid.

"They-they're removing the bullet and performing the surgery. But none of them will give me straight fucking answer to whether he'll be alright or not-" Yoongi snapped in annoyance.

"Is Jimin okay right now?" Jungkook asked timidly, and Yoongi snapped his head towards him. Jungkook saw as complete anger took over Yoongi.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yoongi growled walking closer to him. Jungkook widened his eyes, but Jin stood up and placed his hand on Yoongi's chest, giving him a warning look.

"This is all your fucking fault, do you get that?!" Yoongi shouted, and Jungkook gulped. 

"I-I-"

"If you weren't a fucking child you would've shot her, and Jimin would've been perfectly fine!" Yoongi continued, and Jungkook felt his vision blurring, nodding.

"I k-know- I-" Jungkook breathed out incoherently.

"Yoongi-" Jin warned, but Yoongi pushed him away. He reached forward to Jungkook and yanked him up, gripping the collar of his shirt.

"If he dies, Jungkook- you better fucking know it was all your fucking fault." Yoongi spoke curtly.

"Yoongi!" Jin snapped, grabbing Yoongi from the back and pulling him away. "Don't say that!"

"Why not? Is it not his fault?! Kept begging us to take him onto this fucking mission when we told him a thousand times no- and then ruined the whole fucking thing for all of us! A-a-and n-now Jimin's going to die- a-and it'll be all because we have to protect h-him-" Yoongi said, and Hoseok grabbed Yoongi's arm and pulled him to the side.

Hoseok spoke to him softly, and Jungkook saw Yoongi's eyes fill with tears. Jungkook had never seen him cry before, and saw Yoongi lean forward, crying into Hoseok's shoulder.

Jungkook felt shaken. It was all your fucking fault-

Jin rubbed his face in frustration, and Jungkook tried his hardest to keep his tears internal, sitting down, feeling faintly. Jungkook looked at the floor, his senses tuning out, only hearing the faint beeping sound.

They stayed there for another half hour or so, barely any words being exchanged. Although Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin looked eerily calm- Jungkook felt like throwing up.

After ages, the door cracked open, and the doctor walked out.

"You can come in," The doctor said, and Yoongi leaped up and rushed inside the room, along with Taehyung. Jin and Hoseok and Namjoon walked in as well. Jungkook got up to walk in, but before he could enter, Yoongi walked to the door and slammed it shut, keeping Jungkook outside.Jungkook tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. Jungkook felt tears welling in his eyes and he knocked on the door, but no one responded.Jungkook felt bitter vile bile rising in his throat as he reached for the plastic chairs, sitting down. He placed his hands over his mouth, trying to calm his breathing and anxiety, tears rushing down his face.

Betrayal. Guilt. Anxiety. Insecurity. Incompetence.

Jungkook stayed out there for sometime, contemplating thoughts of disgust and worthlessness. We have to protect him-Finally, the door opened, and four boys walked out. Taehyung trailed his eyes over to Jungkook and walked over to him. "He's fine. He's sleeping right now. He'll be in the hospital for a while. But, he's fine." Taehyung whispered, and Taehyung helped him stand up."That-that's good." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung nodded, smiling. The other three boys began walking towards the exit. Taehyung looked at Jungkook."Why didn't you come in?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook blinked at him. "Yoongi didn't let me." Jungkook said, and Taehyung tsked and snaked his arm around Jungkook's waist.

"Well, you don't need to worry anymore. Jimin's completely fine. We'll come visit him tomorrow." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded quietly.

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The ride back home was silent, and the moment they reached home, Jungkook tried running to his bedroom, but then heard a sigh. "Jungkook, we need to talk."

Jungkook turned around, palms shaking slightly. Namjoon looked at him sternly, and Jungkook already knew what was coming.

"How many times will we have to tell you not to get emotional during these missions?" Namjoon said, walking closer to him. Jungkook stayed silent.

"Your stupid stunt today could've lost us our lives, do you understand that?" Namjoon asked, and Namjoon stopped walking. "Do you?" Namjoon shouted, and Jungkook flinched at his voice.

Jungkook nodded. "You don't make friends, Jungkook. You don't trust anyone. And when you need to shoot someone- you shoot them. If you would've killed that-that girl just a minute earlier then Jimin would've been fine!" Namjoon snapped, and Jungkook felt his eyes welling up with tears again.

"Jimin could've died, baby. You could've died." Namjoon said, voice softer now. Jungkook finally looked up, meeting Namjoon's eyes. Jungkook let out a choked sob, and Namjoon reached forward, wrapping his arms around the boy.

Jungkook grabbed onto Namjoon's shoulders, sobbing into his shirt. Namjoon held him tighter as his sobs got louder. Namjoon patted his back, and Jungkook continued crying."I-I'm sorry, I just- I-I thought- s-she was- I-I don't know. I'm sorry, Y-Yoongi h-hates me, b-but-""He doesn't hate you, he's just upset right now. It's okay. Don't worry, baby. It's fine." Namjoon whispered, but there was this tone he used, this- this calmness in his voice, which kind of freaked Jungkook out. Because Namjoon should be yelling. Hoseok should be yelling. Jin should be yelling.

No one was yelling. They kept saying it was fine. Jungkook doesn't understand why they're not yelling at him.

"There, there. Kookie's had a long day. Do you wanna go sleep, baby?" Namjoon asked in a soft voice, because it was practically morning outside.

Jungkook nodded slowly, his cheeks damp with his tears. "See- good boys don't cry. Go take a little nap, we'll get you some milk later. Okay?" Namjoon said gently, patting Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook nodded again, and Namjoon spun him around, facing him towards the stairs.

Jungkook began walking towards his room, reached the door, and walked inside. Before he could realize what was going on, the door closed behind him, and someone locked it from outside.

Jungkook turned around and tried opening the door, though it wouldn't budge. Jungkook pounded his fist on the door, confused. "Go to sleep, pet."

"B-but-"

"Baby you need rest. Sleep." Jin said from outside, and Jungkook suddenly had realization wash over him.

They're going to start treating me like a baby again, Jungkook thought, face pale. But then he looked down at his hands, which had a bit of blood on it- and then he wondered. Maybe he should be treated like a baby. Maybe he should be kept locked in his room.

He's at fault here. No one else.

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