You jumped back away from Jungkook as Jimin reached for you, ducking under his arm and backing into the wall.

"You killed him," Your voice was shaking as he advanced towards you, slowly lifting his own gun to point at you.

"I'm not going to tell you again, sweetheart," He said, "You need to come with me-"

Jimin's sentence was cut off by you doing something you never thought you could do. As if you were in some kind of action movie, you pulled the gun from the back of your pyjama bottoms and in one smooth move, flicked off the safety and aimed it directly at his chest. You pulled the trigger as you dived towards the upturned table that Jungkook had placed in the corner of the room before, and Jimin cursed, ducking and stepping back out of the room and around the corner.

You had missed, of course, but Jimin was no longer in the room with you. You were sure that he was just outside the door, but your heart was pumping so loudly in your chest that you could hear nothing but yourself in the silence of the room.

Suddenly, however, Jimin's head popped around the corner, followed by the matte black of his gun. You immediately ducked down behind the table, curling up as small as you could as he shot at you, but accompanying the sound of the bullets, were the unmistakable sound of feet.

He was walking towards you.

***

All heads turned to the stairs when a gunshot echoed through the foyer. Without even waiting, Namjoon dashed forward, sending the already composed text to Hoseok to start forcing their way in. With his other hand, he pulled out a gun and began to shoot at every single man that got in his way.

However, he could only push forward so far before he had to take cover on the corner from the men shooting back at him.

The stairs were within his sights, but he couldn't get there until he cleared the way.

"Jesus Christ," He muttered, "Where the fuck is Jungkook?" He shot a few more rounds towards the direction of the men that were keeping him pinned down, but he couldn't get a clear shot as they were hiding. There were no yells of pain, so he assumed he hadn't hit anyone, and cursed as he reloaded.

Neither Jimin nor you had come down yet, so he was too worried to think of anything but getting up those stairs. He wasn't even sure what room you were being kept in, but there was no doubt that he was going to find you.

***

"Autumn, come on, don't be like this, we can talk it out," You could hear the patronization in his voice as he spoke, but there was no way you were going to let him get close enough to grab you.

You were crouched behind the table, with your eyes poking out over the top and the gun pointed in the direction of the door. You weren't sure how many bullets were left in the gun, as Jungkook hadn't told you, but you weren't going to fall for Jimin's tricks to get you to waste them. You were only going to shoot when you had a clear shot, and you were sure that by now, he knew that.

You weren't going to let anyone in the room, and you were going to use the gun to back you up.

"Sweetheart, come on," He cooed from outside, "Think of that wonderful time we spent together. Did that mean nothing to you? I made you feel so much better than your husband, right?"

You grit your teeth angrily. If he stepped into the room, you knew that there was a very high possibility of you shooting him, even though you had never hurt anybody before in your life.

After everything you had been through; the forced marriage, the rough, hard sex when you were unwilling, the loneliness and the heartbreak, shooting someone wasn't really going to be a big deal.

Even if you killed him, Namjoon was probably going to murder you anyway, so at least you didn't have to live with the guilt.

Momentarily, a thought crossed your mind; why were you trying so hard to survive if you had already accepted the fact that Namjoon was going to kill you?

Maybe you had some small amount of hope in him. Maybe you thought that despite you lying and cheating, he would forgive you. You hoped that what Jimin had said before about how Namjoon actually loved you was true, and you would escape death.

But if he actually did love you, he would have been kinder and gentler. You might have loved him back, and you wouldn't be in this situation to start with.

"Enough of this shit," Jimin cursed suddenly, "There's a fight going on downstairs, I don't have time to be dealing with your temper tantrum,"

Before you could react, Jimin reached out and slammed the door. You heard the lock click into place, and his hand banged on the door twice.

"I'll be back for you later, sweetheart," his voice was muffled, and you heard the faint sounds of his shoes on the floor as he left for the gunfight downstairs.