"Jackson?" I could hear Yoongi utter with me.

Jackson smirked at me briefly before turning to Jungkook, who looked as if the situation had just dawned on him. I had to empathize with him, because honestly, it had all just dawned on me too.

This wasn't the man that had been cheating on Y/N in his apartment. His eyes were just as dangerous and crazed as Taehyung's had been, except, unlike Taehyung, he would shoot to kill.

Those eyes burned into Jungkook's skin, intent on killing him. I wanted to reach out and stop it, but Yoongi suddenly decided he existed again and grabbed hold of me. It was probably a good idea, anyway. I wouldn't have been able to do anything. Jungkook seemed unable to do anything either as he stood there, frozen in shock, the gun laying limp in his hands.

A shot was fired, and my eyes clamped closed at the sound, reopening hesitantly after it had died down. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the victim was. My eyes met Jungkook's as he sent me the most angst worthy glance, his shaking hands letting go of his gun and encasing the bleeding bullet hole in his stomach. I could see the shock and distress flash across his face as his body began to wobble in its place. Within a moment, he had collapsed to the floor, lying motionlessly, but still breathing – at least for now.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't give two fucks if Taehyung was dead, but Jungkook was different.

Jackson also noticed Jungkook's breathing figure and pointed his gun towards the brunette's head, ready to finish the job. Jungkook gawked up at him, wide eyed and expecting death. Jackson smiled like a maniac at the other man's reaction, and I watched in desperation as his finger slowly slid into the trigger.

"Wait!"

Jackson's head slowly turned in my direction, and he almost seemed to be pissed that I'd interrupted. Jungkook's head followed, and I could see the, 'what the fuck are you doing' written all over his stressed features. To be honest, I didn't know. I just knew I had a second chance to save his life, and I was going to...well...try... Without getting killed myself.

I could feel Yoongi's fingers pinch into my arm as he stood behind me like the pussy that he was, scared and wondering what the fuck I was doing as well.

I was ruining Jackson's plan.

Whatever that was.

"Do you..." I bit my lip as I tried to find something to say off the top of my head; nervous underneath Jackson's burning scrutiny, "like Lamborghinis?"

Jackson's eyebrow lifted almost amusedly but his gun remained aimed at Jungkook's torso, "Lamborghini's?"

"Yes," I spluttered, "I have one, you remember?" Hopefully he would. Surely, after being with Y/N for several years, he'd know what car she had. But, then again, after the unpredictability this story had been taking on, I figured it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't.

I opened my mouth to continue my negotiation but closed it as out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jungkook squirm as he reached out to grab something.

His gun. It had landed on the floor beside him, luckily in his reach. I had distracted Jackson well enough that Jungkook was able to rearm himself and hopefully this time, use it.

I felt a load of responsibility leave my shoulders – seeing as though none of it was on Yoongi's. He may have well just been a statue behind me at that point.

"If you leave Jungkook alive, I'll let you have my Lamborghini." It occurred to me just as the words left my mouth that Jackson Wang wasn't only Y/N's boyfriend. He was Big Pap's son and Yoongi's brother. Fuck. How could I have forgotten that?

I'm sure the realization was showing on my face. Fuck having the memory of a goldfish, seriously.

Jackson was quiet for a second at my negotiation, but then he let out a chuckle. "Are you serious right now?" He asked, dropping his gun's aim to the floor and slowly coming towards me. His expression darkened as his face came closer to mine. "Do you really think that the son of one of the biggest mafias in the world that I'd be swayed by a mere Lamborghini?"

My eyes averted to the floor, "I was just saying if you wanted to add some to your collection..." I tried to remain calm as my insides begged Jungkook to hurry up and shoot him in the head.

"I own eight of them already." Jackson seemed indignant.

"Oh," I looked back at him with about as much confidence as a socially anxious person would have with at a fast food employee, "but you don't have a pink one-"

"It doesn't matter that I don't have a pink one!" Jackson hissed into my face, "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to stall me."

"No?" I choked, averting my eyes again. Very convincing.

Jackson stepped closer in my space, "Stop trying to fool me, Y/N. Or should I even call you that?"

My eyes flew to his, immediately. He knew? How was that even possible?

"Oh yes," He laughed at me as if he had read my mind, "I know what Yoongi did." His gaze passed by my shoulder to the mint haired man behind me. "I know that he took everything from me."

"Get away from her, Jackson." Yoongi hissed back, straightening up his shoulders as he readied himself to protect me after being a complete pussy for so long. Maybe it was the fact that Jackson suddenly knew his big secret that suddenly caused his sudden courage.

Jackson smirked at the shorter man, "Did you tell her what you did, Yoongi? Did you tell her that you erased my girlfriend's existence because she didn't like you?"

"That's not how it happened, Jackson! I would have never done that to Y/N!" Yoongi snapped back, placing a hand against my shoulder and using it to push himself in front of me. He could be so heroic when he wanted to.

"Lies." Jackson hissed, the amusement in his features all but gone, "I saw all of it. I saw your little portal. I saw the book. I saw MY dead girlfriend." His gaze narrowed, "I saw everything, Yoongi."

"And," he snorted, "You brought some random girl in to save your guilty conscience." He looked towards me darkly, "And now, I'm going to take her from you."

He reached out to grip my arm just as a shot was fired off, lunging itself into his leg.

Finally, Jungkook had decided to shoot him.

Jackson let out a bloodcurdling screech and buckled into the ground, clutching his injured leg. I took this as an opportunity to run to Jungkook, placing myself on my knees at his side. He was coughing violently, but it seemed there was no blood spluttering out of his mouth.

That was a good sign, right?

"Jungkook," I looked down in horror at the crimson color seeping into the fibers of his shirt, protruding from a hole in his torso, "Oh, gosh." Jungkook just looked up at me, panting and gasping. I had never treated a gun wound before, but I had little time to practice. Jackson would be behind me in a second with a gun cocked to my head. That was unless Yoongi had decided to do something. I couldn't tell, either way, not with my back to the both of them, but I could tell Jackson was not very happy.

With the little medical knowledge I had, I knew that I needed to stop the bleeding. Ripping off my shirt to reveal the pink bra underneath it (yes, it was pink, but this was not the time to complain,) I clumped it into one big ball and pushed it against Jungkook's chest. Jungkook's eyes widened, but he said nothing, instead placing his hand over the ball of clothing so I could let it go. He was probably confused as to what the fuck Jackson had been talking about.

"Come on," I whispered, as I placed a hand underneath him, "I gotta get you up." He needed medical attention, clearly, and I wasn't able to give it. He struggled to come to his feet, but with his weight against me, I found it easier to lift him. I supposed the time I had to carry Taehyung up the stairs came in as handy practice for that moment.

"Stop!" I could hear Jackson scream as I began to guide the limping Jungkook out the door. I turned towards him, only to see that he had Yoongi on the ground, struggling, with a gun against his head. Jackson smirked at me when he noticed my hesitation. He had created the perfect ultimatum.

"Go, and Yoongi will die," he turned to Yoongi and hissed into his face, "Just as Y/N did." Yoongi squirmed in his grip, struggling to turn his head towards me.

"Just go, Briar!" He called out to me in a strained voice as Jackson wedged the gun further into his skin, "Get to the portal! You're our only hope!" It was the first time his voice had held such desperation.

I felt myself twitching in my skin as I imagined myself being able to magically teleport to his side and save him from Jackson and then take him and Jungkook to safety, but I knew I couldn't. There was a likelihood that he'd die, and all I could do was do what he said. Maybe it was those 'angry sex' feelings playing up, but it made me feel terribly sad.

I bit my lips as I turned from them both and hurriedly pulled Jungkook out of the room, whispering an irritated, "Fuck you, Yoongi," on my way out. I could hear shots firing, but I wouldn't allow myself to stop and get upset...or go back and do something that I'd later regret - or never live to. I just kept dragging the older man to safety.

I had to get to that portal before Jackson got to me. 

A/N:

Welp, Imma just leave that one there -

I hope yall are taking care of yourselves!