November 13, 20XX - Thursday

I would go in and out of sleep so much that it was hard to tell what were dreams and what was really happening.

Moments I would catch Taehyung sleeping on my bedside, other times I would catch him playing with something in his hands, often handling it roughly with the way his shoulder would jerk back.

It took a couple of times until I realized what it was.

The second the shape of what was in his hands became clearer, I sunk fast into the night of the kidnapping.

Taehyung entered in again, decked out in body armor and assault webbing, the gun pointing everywhere.

"Stand back!" He shouted. "I'll shoot, I'll kill everyone here!"

This time, he didn't make it out.

I watched as the bullet grazed his left cheek and then another one comes to his right.

Then more and more bullets came his way.

My heart rate quickly accelerated. 

So much that I woke myself up.

My eyelids opened and I was immediately drawn to all the clicking I hear.

I turned to see that Taehyung was loading and unloading the gun as quickly as he could.

I gasped.

Taehyung quickly jolted up, the gun in his hand flying in the air.

I stared at him with wide eyes, holding on tightly to the blanket.

"H-hari..." He blinked rapidly, holding back the tears.

He tilted his head a little, surprised to see me awake.

It took me a while to process that this was really real and not another dream, so I had to ask him, "Is this real?"

He nodded and gave me a small smile, wiping away his tears with his sleeve before climbing onto the bed.

I closed my eyes and melted into his embrace, the kisses on top of my head making me feel warm all over.

When I opened my eyes, I spotted the gun all over again.

My eyes widened quickly, but I don't say anything.

"Taehyung..." I nervously looked at the gun before looking back at him.

He pulled back from the hug and turned to see what I was looking at.

Once he saw the gun, he scooped it up and scooted to the edge of the bed.

He's shutting himself off.

"Where did you get that?" I asked softly.

He didn't look back at me, instead he began loading it up quickly, probably his 40th time doing so. He unloaded it one more time and finally flipped his hair out of his eyes to look my way.

"I stole it from Namjoon."

I got nervous all over again.

Because if he stole it, it meant he wasn't supposed to have it.

I also didn't want him to have it.

I didn't want Taehyung to have a weapon meant to kill.

"Just in case things get ugly...Just know..." Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head back.

"That I don't need nobody but you."