Chapitre 47: CHAPTER 45
Jungkook enters the factory, Taehyung right behind him guarding the outside.
"The coast is clear," he whispers, loudly enough for the elder to hear.
Taehyung follows him inside.
He scans the place with his eyes, observing Jungkook from time to time. The younger carefully studies the place, he climbs a few stairs—all of them without an exit—and tries to open the locked doors in the first floor. He takes a quick glance to Taehyung, the elder looks around with his gun close to his body, standing near the main entrance. Taehyung, who still keeps an eye on Jungkook, turns his head and they make eye contact.
Both of them look away rapidly.
The conversation they had five minutes ago keeps repeating over and over again in their heads and guilt starts growing in their insides.
Jungkook shakes his head to bring his attention back on the matter at hand. He spots some deteriorated tools in a corner and kneels down to have a better look, all of them rusted.
"Why didn't they take it with them?" he mumbles to himself.
Some red paint cans exposed against the grey wall catch his attention. He gets closer, trying to adjust his eye at the prominent darkness.
"Look, there're red spots on the floor but any of the walls are painted."
Taehyung hums, bouncing his feet. "JK, we should get going. This place is obviously empty."
"Do you think she has been here?" he kneels down and rubs his forefinger on one of the red spots. "It's still fresh, someone has been here."
An almost inaudible click makes him turn around, his gun raised. He sighs in relief and lowers it down, it came from Taehyung turning on the flashlight in his waist. Jungkook imitates him.
"Probably, but she's not here right now. So can we go? I want to join the rest. We shouldn't be here all by ourselves. Three people can defend themselves better than two." he crosses his arms against his chest, "Besides, Suga has Jimin and RM and Jin have J-hope."
"You got me." Jungkook says proudly, with a grin.
"Yeah, I got a boy who barely knows how to use a gun." he hums, nodding slightly. "It makes me feel so much better."
"Hey, I'm mastering my skills, you know?"
"Yeah, sure, but I bet you've the safety on. By the time you've turned it off, I would've already shot you if I were the enemy."
Jungkook checks it. "Of course it's -" he rubs his nose and turns the safer off, pushing the lower down. "Never mind."
Taehyung smirks, but it fades soon. "And you got me. Someone who spends most of the missions in the van," he scoffs and lowers his head, "what was RM thinking? Our best skills don't complement each other, if someone finds us we're dead men."
Jungkook plays with his earlobe. "I trust him, he knows what he's doing."
"No, he doesn't. He just put us together because he thinks we'll become besties. But guess what? We won't."
Jungkook exhales heavily. "Holy moly, V! I get it, okay? You hate me. I wish I was here with Jimin, with anyone else but you. But oh well, here we're."
Taehyung looks away and stays silent. Jungkook clicks his tongue, cursing under his breath as a wave of regret invades him once more. Jungkook meant what he said outside, if they both put more effort in understanding each other, they may grow some kind of bond. Even if they can't achieve friendship, they can achieve mutual respect.
"JK, we should go."
A giggle comes from the other side of the room and both of them instantly turn their heads, but there's no one in sight. A pair of heels resonate against the floor, and Jungkook slowly walks closer to Taehyung.
Jungkook recognises the shoes.
Mimi.
He raises his head to look at her face, to look at the woman that made Tiger go through a living hell for a week. With his blood boiling and his knuckles becoming white as he tightens his grip on the gun, he stares at the woman that left not one scar, but multiple scars in Taehyung's body.
He looked for the scars during Namjoon's birthday. He took a closer look in the shower, taking advantage every time Taehyung turned around. Most of them were on his lower back, but he also spotted some marks on his butt. Unfortunately, he still can't tell if he was born with them, if they're the last remains of a rough sex night, or if he just hurt himself during a mission.
But he does remember how they looked.
Harsh.
Painful.
Bloody.
"Well, well, well," she hums, her voice deeper than Jungkook expected. "Who do I have the pleasure to meet? Is that you, V?"
Taehyung bites his lip and keeps his gun up, his hands shaking. He didn't actually expect to face her himself, without Tiger taking over. I'm here. It's me. I'm facing her myself. A subtle proud smile appears on his face, but it vanishes soon.
Mimi speaks again, this time her eyes on Jungkook. "Don't you want to introduce me this handsome boy? What's your name, darling?" she smiles evilly. "Let me guess . . . JK?"
Against Namjoon's order, Jungkook doesn't pull the trigger. "Yeah, that's right. Thank you for the compliment," he smirks, maintaining his posture. "What a shame I can't say the same about you."
Mimi flips her long red hair backwards. "What a shame, what a shame . . . V, how have you been baby?"
Jungkoom frowns, looking at Taehyung.
The elder shrugs.
Jungkook looks around discreetly while Mimi keeps talking nonsense, using key words and expressions he doesn't understand.
There's no way she's here all by herself, there must be someone else. If we shot her, we'll get shot too.
Jungkook growls to himself, there's no way out.
He inspects Mimi and finally notices she has no gun in her hands. Impossible, she must be armed. Someone in this room must have a gun. Where are they hiding?
"What do you want from us?" Taehyung demands in a cold tone, catching Jungkook's attention.
Mimi laughs, her body leaning backwards. This short movement lets Jungkook tap his watch, sending their location. I hope it's not too late.
Her laugh becomes bitter, rougher, darker. "You know what you did, V. Don't play dumb with me, boy. You killed him."
Her voice sends chills down Jungkook's spine.
"You kidnapped me once. Why? What did you want? What do you want from us?"
Mimi's mood lightens, her smirk coming back in a matter of seconds.
"What a week, wasn't it? No matter how much I pleasured you, you wouldn't tell me your little secrets baby. You didn't give me another choice, I had to punish you."
Taehyung goes pale, feeling nauseous and eyes tearing up. He loses the grip on his gun and it crushes loudly against the floor, shaking his head.
All his body ached. He didn't pay much attention at his sore ass, taking for granted it must have been for the scratches he had on his skin.
"What?" Jungkook gasps, staring at her with bulged eyes. "No. You didn't. No." Fuck, no, Tiger.
Mimi twists a lock of hair around her finger, smirking at Jungkook's significant shock. "Didn't your friend over there tell you about our night adventures?"
"Fuck you, lunatic." Jungkook growls, throwing the gun to the floor. Useless little thing.
Jungkook runs fast towards Mimi and jumps high, a leg straightened aiming at her stomach.
That makes Taehyung come back to reality and quickly grabs his gun from the floor, Mimi groaning loudly.
In a blink of an eye, they're surrounded by ten large and wide men.
Taehyung shots at two, while he tries to keep his eyes on Jungkook. These men move fast, dodging successfully Taehyung's bullets, but he brings down three more.
Okay, five to go.
Taehyung aims at a man twisting Jungkook's wrist, but his own arm is harshly pulled upwards. He holds on his gun tightly, refusing to let go. It makes him shot at the ceiling twice.
He pushes the man with his feet, but the man crushes him down and sits on his back. Taehyung moans, his spine about to break in two. He stretches his arm as far as possible from him, while another man tries to take his gun.
Fasts steps come towards him and the weight on his back disappears seconds later.
Jungkook.
With a fast movement of his hand, Taehyung uses his gun to hit in the face the man who tried to steal it.
Taehyung stands up with a groan, taking a moment to recover his breath. I've to stay alive. I can't die.
"Hey, you okay?" Jungkook removes some blood from his own lip. "Fuck, my piercing's gone."
Taehyung pulls the trigger at the men coming behind Jungkook, but just a tiny noise comes from the weapon. "Oh my, please not now."
Jungkook turns around and kicks his leg on the man's face. He kicks him another time on his stomach and one more in his legs, knocking him down on the floor.
"V," he turns around, but he's not behind him.
"Let me go!" Taehyung screams, twisting his body to get himself free of the men's grip. Both men hold his arms tighter, lifting him off the floor, and his body stays completely immobilized. "JK, run!"
"It's time to say goodbye to your little friend." Mimi sings, walking towards Taehyung.
"Let him go, you fucking lunatic!" Jungkook threatens her, while Taehyung tries to set himself free.
Mimi laughs, brushing her hair with her fingers.
Jungkook attempts to run towards them, but Taehyung gasps, his body freezing. "Jungkook, watch out!
Pain invades Jungkook's skull before he can realise what happens. His vision blurs and his body wobbles, but he keeps his eyes on Taehyung, tears streaming down the elders cheek. Why are you crying, dickhead? Jungkook's legs become jelly and he loses his balance entirely. The pain in his skull intensifies when it comes in contact with the cold floor, but he fights to keep his eyes open, he doesn't want to lose sight of Taehyung.
He has to save them.
He has to save himself.
They can't take him.
He can't die—not yet.
A pitch ring invades all his senses and he can't process Taehyung's screams anymore, unable to understand what he says.
But one word, one name, one cry makes it through before everything turns black.
"BUNNY!"
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