I guided Jungkook down the stairs rather hurriedly – at least as hurriedly as I could with his limping body attached to mine - worried that the Chinese singer would be on my tail in seconds. I couldn't hear his footsteps, but I knew he wouldn't be too far behind. When I got down to the lounge room, I tried to put my brain back together.

Taehyung was dead, Jungkook was injured in my arms and Jackson, the ex of the story knew about the whole thing with Yoongi and wanted me dead.

And Yoongi...well, he was dead too.

Fuck Yoongi, why'd you have to die! I didn't even have a moment to grieve his death.

It was all Jackson's fault.

I assured myself that when I got home, I was going to rewrite Jackson as a fucking toad that gets hit by Y/N's car.

"Y/N," Jungkook panted, waking me from my murderous thoughts, "Leave me here." He tried to slip from my grip but I held him fast.

"It's Briar, and I'm not leaving you here." I spoke back in determination, including my real name because well, he had already heard all the details. If I left him there, he was bound to be found by Jackson and killed, and after all the work I did getting him down there – not to mention Yoongi's sacrifice – I wasn't going to let that happen.

Jungkook's eyes widened, but he didn't speak; allowing me to drag him into the kitchen. As soon as we got through the doorway I felt a hard object press against my head. It was either a dick or a gun and the latter seemed more likely.

"Move and die." A voice whispered lowly into my ear, and I stood still as a statue, trying to grip Jungkook hard enough that he wouldn't move either. I was so sure it was one of Jackson's men, but I was proven wrong, for a moment later I felt the gun loosen from my head.

"Y/N?" The voice beside me asked, and when I turned to look at my assailant, I noticed it was Namjoon.

"Namjoon?"

Namjoon dropped the gun to his side and hurriedly pulled Jungkook and I behind the wall of the doorway with his empty hand. He looked over both of us as if he just couldn't believe his eyes and threw an arm around my shoulder to embrace me. I couldn't return the hug as my mind was trying to register what just happened.

Pulling back he asked me, "What happened up there?" I could see his eyes whip between Jungkook's injury and my nearly unclothed torso.

A lot, Namjoon. I felt like answering.

"Boss is dead," Jungkook cut in to explain, panting as he strained to keep one hand against the soiled cloth keeping his wound from bleeding out, "Big Pap's son."

I could see the flicker in Namjoon's eyes as he acknowledged the information. Gently, he pulled Jungkook from my arms and leaned the injured man against his own. "Is he still up there?" he asked.

I nodded. "As far as I know he's gonna be down any second." I answered; rotating my shoulder to ease the pain Jungkook's weight caused it. Jungkook groaned as he leaned into Namjoon's arms. I heard Namjoon mutter something about needing to get Jungkook to a doctor.

"He brought some men as well." Namjoon added, "Jimin and Jin were outside shooting them down not too long ago."

"Are they alright?"

Namjoon's expression dropped. "I don't know."

I mirrored his look, wondering how on earth I was supposed to get to Yoongi's place while several people were dead and others were going to be dead.

"Namjoon," I began, deciding I better just hurry up about it so I can finally get out of the story, "I know this is going to sound strange..."

His eyebrows had already lifted into his hair.

Fuck.

"But I need to get to Jackson's place."

And that's when his eyebrows dropped again, creasing above his nose. "Absolutely not, Y/N." He objected firmly, "I need to get Jungkook to a doctor, and you," he hesitated, looking into my eyes with more concern than I'd ever seen in my mother, "You need to be somewhere safe."

That was romantic, but now was not the time.

"It's Briar," I confessed curtly, "And I don't need to be safe, Namjoon. I need to be at Jackson's." How was I supposed to get him to believe that I was some mystical being from another universe? Ok, scratch that...less than mystical. More like extra-terrestrial.

Of course, he was confused. "Briar? What do you mean?" You'd think Jungkook would butt in and be like, 'Yeah she's not Y/N' but he was too busy panting for his life.

I let out a huff of frustration. I needed to get there, and quickly. For all I knew, Jackson could come whizzing down the staircase with his arms out like some levitating possessed wizard in two seconds.

That was a bad image.

Namjoon's face was a mixture of puzzlement and frustration. It was a bad time in a compromising position and all the wrong words, I knew it. I just needed him to do what I said, and obviously explaining the whole out of the world situation wasn't going to make that happen.

I slowed down my breathing and softened my voice, just so it wouldn't confuse him anymore, my eyes meeting him in a desperate plea. "I just need you to trust me, Namjoon."

Meanwhile, Jungkook was moaning in the background.

Namjoon gave a small glance to Jungkook and then looked back at me, pressing his lips together in a thin line to convey his reluctance. Like a true concerned dad. And I would know if I had one.

Finally, he sighed, "Okay."

I heaved a sigh of pure relief. "Okay, what's the quickest way to Jackson's?"

Namjoon thought for a moment, "The helicopter?"

"What."