Paper after paper was dropped on the wooden table, each had been read by tired eyes and a confused mind. The sun settled but not the battle inside the one awake reading through all the letters that were not to be possessed by him. Hand rubbed eyes in hopes that the slight blur would disappear. 

"Take a break."

Jimin shook his head at the suggestion, he at least wanted to finish the letter in his hand. It was perhaps the tenth one now, he was rereading it for the fourth time like he'd done with the rest. The man wanted to be sure his failing vision was not deceiving him or leaving out any information deemed with importance. He also hoped the repetition would allow for a better understanding and he was almost sure because an idea of who this 'one' was came to mind. 

"She must have had a lover on the side, only logical explanation." Jimin sighed as he slammed his hand on the table. Jin who sipped on his tea besides him simply hummed. While the son had trouble still getting himself to settle with the idea, the elder picked up the dropped source of annoyance. He read it to himself before interrupting the conflict in mind. 

"Sure sounds like it, no one talks to someone like this unless they're completely in love with them. It's just so weird how he compares him to you guys a lot...I mean look at this," Jin pointed to a line in the writing, "'he's quite like you, whining about school and wanting to drop out of it already. Too bad he resembles you in that, I was hoping for something else...".

The son of the owner of the words leaned back against the cushion of the sofa and shook his head. As Jin had read the line, another possibility came to mind but he was in denial to even dare speak it. He simply snatched the cup from his friends hand in hopes the warmth would calm his exhausted body and that the aroma would ease his hurting head. Jimin threw back his head to bring back some sort of peace to his being. While doing so, his friend helped himself to more notes, he mumbled them in a volume loud enough for Jimin to hear. 

"More art talk?" Jin question. "Your mother must be the next Da Vinci with all those years of experience."  

"She stopped when I was young."

"Not according to this, it's dated to four years ago."

Jimin's calamity was gone much quicker than it had arrived. His body jerked forward to take a look at what his friend was talking about. It was a letter he had gone through, it was one of the short ones so not much attention was given to it, until now. The young man was in such a hurry to get a look at the longer ones that he had completely ignored the date written in small numbering in the corner. Jin was right, this had been dated to not too long ago. 

"She stopped painting so long ago...how would she still be sending him art things...I thought that ended years ago." Jimin mumbled, his hands already searching for the paper in which he had annotated the end of what he called the art era. His eyes searched about the paper but not for long for the screeching voice of a woman ringed in his ear. 

It called for Jin desperately, hysterically even.  

The man wasted no time in rising and rushing to the stairwell. Jimin on the other hand peeked as quick as he could to the window. The cry for helped had come from Chaeyoung, a very despaired looking her. The young man took off seeing that Jin had already reached her, he looked worried upon sharing a few words with her. By the time the man made it to ground level, they were no longer there but he could hear voices. There was screams of a pain woman and men who yelled at her. It came from the tattoo shop where he was jerked into by Taehyung upon making his presence known. 

"Lock up! Now!" 

Chaos arose centered by a woman with red hair, Jisoo, who sat on a chair with a wounded arm. She grunted in agony as her hand gripped the gushing hole, staining itself with her own bright red blood. At her side was Jennie,holding her head close to body whispering for her to endure the pain. Jin had disappeared into the drawing and Hoseok was feverishly looking for something in one of the drawers.  

"Curtain boys! Someone calls Jungkook! We need eyes from above!" 

The orders were said and actions were taken. Unsure of the happenings, Jimin stood around lost until a harsh push set him into motion. The cellular device was taken from his back pocket as he along with Chaeyoung joined the two ends of the black curtains to block the view from outside. 

"Move!"

Heads turned to find a long plank of wood being carried out from the drawing room, it was placed in front of the door where it fit like a puzzle. Once that was over with, the woman was being transported into the drawing room. Taehyung cursed at the phone while Hoseok barked for him more aggressively which led to the yelling of Yoongi. Jimin tried stopping them just when they were joined with the pained screams of Jisoo. The room was filled with all sorts of tones, and volumes until a single sound shut them all up. 

A gun was shot. 

Glass fell and shattered on what sounded to be down the street just as fast as bodies hit the ground. The four males crawled their way behind the counter where they huddled in pairs, awaiting the next shot to be fired. It was quiet for an entire minute of fright and suspense until a loud groan was emitted for the pained woman. That was when the next shot was fired and when the next shards of glass scattered on the concrete outside. 

Jimin cringed at the sound, his hands went above his head as if to protect him from what was not near enough to hurt him or so he thought. Hands rubbed at his side in hopes to comfort him but it wasn't doing much. All he could do was huddle his trembling body as close to himself as possible while staring at the back of his friend's head. Taehyung had his face dug in Hoseok who was mouthing words to Yoongi. Their form of communication was interrupted once more by shrieking sounds. 

With another cry of pain followed another gun shot and the breaking of more glass. 

The danger was getting closer and so was the fright. The comforting motion on Jimin's shoulder stopped and he opened the eyes he had closed after the previous discomforting noise. He watched fearfully as Yoongi crawled towards the bathroom, where the counter could not cover. 

"What are you doing!?" Jimin whispered loudly to him. 

Hoseok answered him. "The gun."

No more needed to be said for understanding. In the bathroom cabinets were was stashed guns for emergencies. Jimin never had understood what could happen for them to store them there until now that he huddled fearfully awaiting for an ambush of bullets. Yoongi was quick on his knees for it did not take him long to slide a gun to Jimin, one to Hoseok and take the last one into the drawing room where he was careful to not let the beads smack together upon his entrance. 

"Hyung, what's going on!?"

"Jungkook isn't picking up, that's what." Hoseok sighed frustrated. "And I'm not exactly sure- Hello?"

Taehyung pulled away, all the sudden he appeared alive as if the answering of the phone call had brought him some hope or so his shining eyes showed. When there was confirmation that Jungkook was indeed on the other side they cheered which like every interaction was short lived. Another loud bang of a bullet which was followed by another, both sounded far too close for them to remain any calmer. 

"It's a man and a woman." Their eyes from above spoke. "They're two stores down, looks like they're waiting for something..."

Eyes widened as they realized what that something was, Jimin and Taehyung both took off in a panic into the room with the rest of the four. The woman was sitting in a chair, surrounded by the others. Jin was to treating the open wound which had Jisoo breathing heavy and sweating unlike any human should. The young men shared their knowledge, she was what they were waiting for. Her horrified eyes fell on them as she bit down even harder on the white rag that was stashed into her mouth. 

"One more sound and they got us."

Just as the last word left the mouth expressing precaution, the woman yelled to the very top of her lungs. The bullet from her arm was extracted just as new ones pierced the glass that separated them from the two dangers outside. 

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