Your breath was shaky as you followed the man, your hands clasping the cold metal of the gun. "Remember, deep breaths." He spoke lowly, the tone calming you almost instantly. "I don't need you passing out of vomiting before we can get out the building." 

"O-Okay." You stuttered and he nodded slightly, leading the way still until you both reached the office. Your heart pounded on your ribcage, begging to be let out and you weren't sure if you could contain it much longer. You weren't sure if you were more nervous to see Taehyung or whether you were scared to face Jungkook.

"Ready?" 

"As I'll ever be." You barely muttered and he quickly kicked the door open, and he ran in, you following him. The place smelt musty, and you saw Taehyung and Namjoon tied up together, gags in their mouths.

They both started yelling, eyes wide with surprise at the sight of you and the man. They squirmed about, as if they were desperate to do something.

"My my, you found a friend Y/N." The voice behind you sent shivers down your spine and you were ready to throw up and pass out simulatiously. Behind you stood the man that had killed many, had threatened the family of Jimin. "More toys for me to play with~" His cold hand caressed your cheek and you stiffened up, Taehyung yelled frantically into the cloth covering his mouth.

His own heart pounded, this was why he left this life, this is why he tried to keep you a secret from the world, from his past life- It would've only just put you in danger, and he didn't want that. You were set as a 'task' by Jungkook for Taehyung to finish, literally, but he didn't want to. He had known you from before you became a task, he had known you long before that. He wanted to leave the life he knew behind and just live until you were both old and grey together-

"Get your hands off her Jungkook." The man from beside you growled warningly. "We'll be taking Namjoon and Taehyung, and we'll be leaving."

"You weren't factored into the game, therefore, you can't play." You felt a hand rise and you caught the glimpse of the gun. Your eyes widened. "You shall be eliminated from gameplay-"

Your heart pounded, and you were suddenly aware of the cold metal of your own gun in your hands. You could save the man, or you could just let another one be killed.

Choose

Save.

Let him be killed.

I'm so so sorry for the late update, however I've been drowning in assignment work. Here's a chapter I've been working on every chance I got! I hope you guys enjoy!