Joan raised her gun amd shot Jin in the chest. His eyes widened and he froze as the bullet penetrated his skin with the force of a charging elephant. Delicate patterns of dark red colour surrounded the wound in his heart, staining his shirt with inky blackish blood.

He keeled over as Joan screamed. She watched his dead body with wide eyes before dying of heart attack.

Jimin saw her unmoving cadaver and collapsed on her, froth leaving his mouth.

In the distance, Jungkook shot Hoseok. Yoongi aimed at Jungkook, but hit Namjoon by mistake who swung his hand and snapped Taehyung's neck without meaning to. Jungkook broke Yoongi's ribs who fell on him and Yoongi crushed him under his body.

They both died.

Everyone died.

The End❤️

Sike lolol you didn't think I'd actually kill my boys now, did you🤠

Or did I kill them after all-

⚠️ self-hate;

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Taehyung’s POV

I pushed the thick blankets off my body and staggered to the bathroom. My shivering hands knocked over a pot and Namjoon stirred in his sleep, but thankfully, he didn’t get up. When I reached the bathroom, I collapsed on the floor and vomited out the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I clutched the basin as my chest heaved, both with the pain of gagging and with the pain of being haunted by dead people and dead friends. My dear friends.

I moaned as a fresh wave of nausea pushed through my head and I puked into the toilet again. I wiped my lips and pressed the flush, and was washing my hands in the sink when I saw the reflection of Sarah in the mirror. I whipped around but she wasn’t there. When I looked ahead again, Jung-Hyun was leaning against the wash-basin.

“No!” I screamed and tried to leave the bathroom but it was locked from outside.

“Hello again, Taehyung,” Dae crooned. “Miss me?” My body shook as she patted my shoulders and I started crying once again. “Boy, you sure do weep a lot.”

“Dae- Noona- please, please leave me alone!” I sobbed into my knees after having fallen onto the cold bathroom floor. “Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

She sat down next to me and ran a chilling finger up my legs and I regretted wearing shorts. I regretted everything. I wished I had just died with the others when we bombed the second centre. I whimpered and moved my legs away from her, drawing them up to my chest again.
“Look at me, Taehyung. See what you have done.”

“I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it!”

She stroked my face and I looked down again, tears falling into my lap. “Oh but you did. If you had stayed back to help instead of fleeing the country with Jimin, you would have still had a happy and healthy family.”

“That’s not what happened,” I cried, shielding my face from her piercing gaze. “It wasn’t my fault!”

“You know,” Jung-Hyun sat down next to me, “if you didn’t think it was your fault, we wouldn’t be here. If you didn’t think that you didn’t deserve to live while we were dead, we wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m innocent,” I sniffled. “Leave me alone!”

“None of us are going anywhere,” my mother snapped. “And what happened to your honorifics? Just because I am dead because you ran away and didn’t try to save me, it doesn’t mean that you stop addressing people by their rightful respect.”

“I didn’t kill you,” I wailed. “Please, I’m begging you, leave me alone!”

My mother reached ahead to touch me and pain burst through my skull. “Stop! Stop it, please! Let me go!”

The bathroom door burst open and a dishevelled looking Namjoon rushed in. “Taehyung?”

“Tae-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered, refusing to look up. “Leave me- please, just leave me alone.”

He felt for my temperature. “What’s happening to you, Tae? I saw you when you were sleeping last night. What’s wrong?”

I pushed his hand away and rushed out of the bathroom. “Nothing is wrong, I'm okay. Leave me alone.”

I slid under the covers and hid my face. I shuddered as I started crying again.

“Taehyung-”

“I said leave me alone!” I snapped at Namjoon stared at me with hurt in his eyes. He backtracked away from me and I stared in horror as his eyes turned red and he became the image of my mother.

“Aren’t you rude. What did I just tell you about respect?”

“I-”

She rushed forward and stuck her face close to mine and I screamed. “You don’t get to talk until I tell you to!”

“Please!” I whimpered. “I didn’t do anything, Mama.”

“You are right, you didn’t. You didn’t do a thing when they murdered me and that’s why I’m dead.”

“No! No! Help me, please!”

“No one is here to help you,” she gestured to the empty bed beside me. “Namjoon ran away when you were sleeping because he didn’t want to be around someone like you that would kill their own friends and family.”

“He wouldn’t do it,” I whispered, my head reeling. “He’s my friend, he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Well, he did. Can you see him here? He’s gone.”

“He promised,” tears flowed once more and I rubbed my eyes harshly, making them even more red. I took a deep breath. “He promised me. He wouldn’t leave. You are lying. You're always lying to me!”

“Maybe I am,” she cackled. “You won’t know because I’m not really here and that’s because you killed me.”

“I didn’t kill you! I wouldn’t do that! I love you!”

“Isn’t it a pity that you love me? Because I can’t say the same about you.”

With those comforting words, my mother vanished, leaving a very confused Namjoon hovering over me.
“Okay, you are really not okay,” he muttered before pushing me to the side so he could lay down next to me. He enfolded me in his arms and I buried my nose in his neck. “Whatever is bothering you…I won’t let it. Go to sleep, Taehyung. I’m here, whenever you want to talk to me.”

“N-not today,” I shivered, "I can't- I don't want to talk about it right now."

“Okay.” He pulled up the blankets and tucked me inside neatly. “If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to talk. Are you feeling better?”

“Not really.”

He frowned before sighing softly, his dimples poking out. “Do you want me here or on the couch?”

“Here, please.”

He flopped down again and snuggled into me. “Then, here it is.”

***

“Since when have they been appearing?” Namjoon asked, his brow furrowed.

“Since we bombed the first place.”

“Do you think it is related to that? The bombing? Why are the images coming so suddenly?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered and ran my hands through my overlong and shaggy auburn hair. “I think I’m going senile, Namjoon.”

“What do they say?” he asked and I froze guiltily. “Like when they come, they must be saying something right?”
I slowly tilted my head to the left. Damn Namjoon and his intelligence. “Nothing, they don’t say anything.”
He frowned suspiciously at me. “They don’t say anything? They just come and loll around aimlessly?”

“I-yes.”

“Then why do you ask them to leave you alone every time? To stop hurting you?”

“You heard it all?” I rubbed my eyes.
“A bit of it. You sounded traumatised. They are definitely telling you things.”

I didn’t reply. My grandfather was right; I was the one that was responsible for all their deaths. If I hadn’t gone to the passport office with Jimin to get my passport ready for leaving Seoul, the government would not have known I existed. They wouldn’t have attacked my family and killed everyone because I wasn’t around. If I had picked up the call when Dae had tried to get me to come back and help, then they wouldn’t have died. Even Sarah. I had seen the girl cock the pistol ages ago and I was the only one that had seen Sarah stand in front of Joan while the others were distracted and talking to the fool of a commander. She was right too. I could have done anything, yet I chose to pretend that the girl wasn’t going to shoot Joan. I chose to let Sarah die so that neither Joan nor I would get hurt.
I really was a terrible person.

And it was all my fault.

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you,” Namjoon laced his fingers and
leaned ahead. “You were sleeping when Daniel called. Turns out, he is in the same Centre where the others are captured and he said that Joan’s knee was strong enough for her walk by herself and escape from there. He hadn’t told me about them earlier because he figured that we’d try to rescue them before Joan was able to move which would put us in a very bad spot seeing as she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. Besides, the area has a lot of security too. To get back on point, I spoke with Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin at length and our plan involves us being there at nine p.m. which won’t be possible if we do not leave now. Seeing as you don’t want to talk and I have promised them that we’d be there, there’s no point in just sitting here. I can’t let them down.” He stood up and stared at me. “But I promised you that I’d stay by your side and help you through everything. There’s a long car journey ahead of us; I’m available if you want to tell me anything even then. I’m not going to force you to open your mouth, I just hoped that if nothing else, we were close enough that you would want to speak to me by yourself. If you don’t, or can’t, it’s okay. I understand. I need to go to the toilet, if you aren’t out of bed by the time I return, then I’ll pack your stuff for you.”

I continued looking at the floor when he walked out of the room. I was never going to talk about it. They would never forgive me if they knew that I was the reason Sarah was dead. Yoongi would disown me and feed my mangled remains to the dogs. I could and would live with the pain. It was my fault so I deserved it. I deserved all the terrible things in the universe to happen to me because I was a bad, bad person. I sniffled as I started crying again. I wiped my wet cheeks and stood up. I wasn’t going to let Namjoon pack for me.

He didn’t have to know how much it was affecting me; seeing all my loved ones, who were now dead, in front of me. I wasn’t strong enough to face them, but I wouldn’t let anyone else know that. It was my weight to bear.
Namjoon wouldn’t pack for me, because I could do it myself and because the nightmares didn’t bother me.

Also because I didn’t want him to go through my underwear and see my SpongeBob boxers, but whatever. It was all the same. I could do things for myself.

I didn’t need help.

I could manage by myself.

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