Jungkook woke up with a bang.

Well, he woke up to one. To multiple really.
He sat up from the bed and walked down the hallway.

The table beside the wall was knocked over, and the contents from it were scattered across the floor. All the bedroom doors were open, the clothes were thrown throughout the bedrooms and belongings broken and shattered on the floor.

He looked into his own bedroom, his things weren't touched but his closet door was open and a tiny trail of bled seem to come out of it and into the living room.

Jungkook crouched down to it, it was sticky. Not wet, not dry, sticky. It must've been there since early this morning. He stood back up, walking into the living room.

The couch was turned upside down, the windows were shattered and the tables were thrown and broken.

There were polaroid photos all over the floor.

The polaroids from Jungkook's closet.

He walked into the kitchen and turned passed the counter before his foot collided with another sticky surface. More blood.

A puddle of it.

He looked down, next to the fridge and step back. His eyes wide and his mouth hung open slightly.

"Hyung?" Jungkook said, Jimin was on the floor with his eyes sunken in and blood all over his shirt, he held another person to his chest tightly and rocked back and forth, singing a quiet song into their ear.

It took a while for Jungkook to realize who the person really was, and when he did he slammed his hands on the counter and looked towards the chair V had sat in the previous night. The ropes around the chair legs were cut, and there was a long piece of rope next to Yoongi and Jimin hyung on the kitchen floor.

Jungkook looked back towards Jimin, who had been quietly crying, running his hands through his lover's hair. His other hand caressing his cheeks. He kept repeating the same words over and over again.

And if Jungkook hadn't been so engrossed on the one photo on the table, he would've cried a bit too.

It was a photo of Jungkook, the one of him on the porch looking out towards the tree line. He sighed and picked up the photo. Something sticky smeared on his fingers on the back of the photo.

He turned to the back, and a big heart was drawn on the white side, painted in blood.

That hasn't always been there, right?

It couldn't have. If it had it would've been dry.

Jungkook walked towards the living room and picked up all the discarded photos on the floor. Something had caught his attention again, it was another photo. Yet it was unfamiliar.

He hadn't seen this one when he checked the black box a while back. This photo was of a person he had never seen before.

This photo was different from all the rest. All the photos Jungkook had seen had depicted a living person in them, this one did not.

The man in the photo was hung upside down, the shirt he was wearing had been torn off, and the letter V had been carved into his chest, blood ran from the large wound and down to the other blood source on his neck.

His neck had been slit, and the blood trailed down his face, seemingly dripping from his hair and onto the porch deck.

The porch deck.

Jungkook ran outside, swinging the door open and walking towards the large dark stain on the wooden panels.

*tap*

*tap*

*tap*

His dream.

Jungkook lifted the photo in front of his eyes, lining up the body with the stains on the deck. It matched.

Had Jungkook really dreamt about someone death before he himself already known about it? Was V the person turning behind the door? Is that why Jungkook was never scared of him?

Was V the gentle presence behind the door in the first place? Jungkook remembered feeling so calm when he looked at the door. Why is that?

He placed the photo back into the black box, leaving it on top of all the other ones.

Jungkook went back to the kitchen, meeting a disoriented Jimin, who as still running his hands through Yoongi's hair. This time he was drinking a large can of beer.

He probably had taken it out of Hoseok's room.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook, his head covering the light attached to the ceiling.

"You knew, didn't you?" Jimin asked, his voice was broken. After hours spent screaming and sobbing, his voice had become fragile and brittle.

In all honesty, Jungkook didn't know for sure that V would end up killing anyone. He knew something was up, and he knew he should have talked about it the moment he even saw the first photo.

Jungkook knew that V was capable of it, that he was able to get in and outside the house without being seen. He knew that he had killed the previous residents of the cabin.

So why was it not obvious to him that they were gonna die too?

So all in all, you could say that Jungkook kind of saw it coming anyway.

Jungkook sat on the other side of the kitchen, avoiding the glass shards that were all over the floor. He nodded, "Yeah."

Jimin let tears fall from his eyes again, he looked down at his boyfriend. His face was cold and his lips were blue, the brown in his eyes were gone and the light that once shinned in them had vanished.

Jimin regretted everything, he regretted the fight they had, going off into the woods alone, arguing even though Yoongi was just looking out for him. He had cared so much about Jimin, and what did he repay him with? A pitiful, and terrifying death.

This wasn't the life Yoongi deserved, they were supposed to stick together much longer than this.

Jimin had promised that he would protect the both of them, that they would both make it out together. He promised.

Promise.

Jimin threw the beer can onto the floor, the contents slashing against the cabinets and stained the tile floor. He set Yoongi down gently and raced towards one of the cabinets, opening it and retrieving a gold box.

He should've given it to Yoongi long before. Now they're useless.

He walked towards the living room before turning to Jungkook, who had a confused look on his face.

Jimin stared at him, gripping the box in his hand. His face was now wet with brand new tears.

"You should've fucking said something." He shook his head frantically, "Anything!"

Jimin raised his arms up, gesturing to everything around him. His arms went limp from frustration and exhaustion. "Then we wouldn't be here. We all would've been okay"

Jungkook stood, "Hyung, I-"

Jimin shook his head again, he wasn't angry. He didn't know what he was.

Jimin felt nothing. But it wasn't the good kind of nothing.

It was the kind of nothing that comes out of having already felt every other emotion known to man. The nothing you feel after you've experienced so much pain and hurt that you can't even feel anything at all anymore.

An expression of betrayal graced Jimin's face as he began to retreat back towards the front door. "This is all your fault."

And then he ran.

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I highkey feel bad for Jimin and Yoongi but like IF YOU GOTTA GO, YOU GOTTA GO!
YOU KNOW?

Anyway, I'm tired and I don't feel like staying up all night again.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, tell me what you think!

Goodnight!!

-Hannah

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