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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
• ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ •

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You opened your eyes, and to your surprise, Taehyung was still in bed with you.

You looked up and whispered, "I love you." You placed a kiss on his jaw. "Please don't beat yourself up."

You slowly unwrapped his arms from around you and walked out of the room. You went into Naeun's room and all her stuff were gone. You noticed a letter on the nightstand and opened it.

Dear TaeTae,

Once you come back from playing hero, I'll be gone. I'm leaving the country and will miss you very much. Don't worry about the unborn child. It was never yours anyway. I guess I just thought you would care for me again if I tricked you to think that it was, but after realizing how in love you are with that slut, I knew you never would. I decided I didn't want to waste my time anymore. I wish nothing but the best for you and I hope Jaesuk got to have the fun he told me he was with Y/N.

Love, Naeun

You ripped the letter into pieces out of anger and fell to your knees crying.

"Y/N?" You heard Taehyung whisper from behind you. He rushed over to you and held you close to his body.

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do other than hold you. He's never witnessed someone he loves so much be so broken.

• • • •

"How's Y/N?" Jungkook asked Taehyung.

"She's... coping." He simply answered.

"You know what you need to do? You need to release that anger." Namjoon brought the thought to the table.

"I know the perfect way," Yoongi smirked and the boys all turned their heads to face him. "Ameyang is having a party. How about we crash it?"

"Ameyang? I'm in!" Hoseok agreed. "I hate that mafia."

"Boy, you got six broken ribs, sit down." Yoongi rebuked his attendance.

"Man, I feel better. Don't worry."

"Then it sounds like a plan," Taehyung smirked.

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"Where are you going?" You asked Taehyung once you saw him dressing up.

"I have a something to do." He answered as he fixed his tie.

You walked over to him and back hugged him. You rested your head on his back.

"Do you have to go?" You spoke in a hushed tone.

He turned around in your arms and cupped your face.

"Sadly." He responded. "But I have many men outside surrounding the house. Nothing will happen to you."

"Be careful, okay?"

"I will." He kissed your forehead. "I love you."

"And I love you."

• • • •

"Let's go have some fun," Yoongi smirked and they all got out of the car.

They stayed lowkey for a while before starting a shooting.

That's what Taehyung loved—unexpected attacks. It always got his adrenaline pumping. It made him feel powerful and superior. That was his favorite feeling.

"Fuck!" Taehyung laughed. "I totally needed that."

"I second that." Jungkook agreed.

"Boy, why would you need that?" Jin ruffled the young boy's hair.

In the corner of the room where they stood laid a man who was presumed dead. He quickly grabbed the gun that laid by his leg and pulled the trigger, shooting the last bullet it contained at Taehyung.

The boys looked at Taehyung's lower abdomen and a red stain started to grow on the white shirt. Jimin quickly headshot the guy then turned back to tend his friend. Jin held his friend in his arms and hurriedly carried him out the front door.

"Fuck!" Namjoon yelled. "Hoseok, call the doctor and Jimin you call Y/N—now!" He ordered.

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||▹track playing: you are the reason - calum scott||

The place wasn't a regular hospital since mafia men couldn't be taken to the hospital if injured. It was what the mafia called "The Underground Help." It was doctors who were paid more than what they got at their job just so they can help out in situations like these. It was risky though. Many doctors have been murdered by angry family or friends of the deceased.

"Where is he?!" You yelled as soon as you reached the boys. Tears clouded your eyes and you wiped them away, but it was useless since new ones took over.

"He's this way." Namjoon led you down the hallway where you saw the doctors tending to Taehyung.

No matter how much you wanted to be in that room holding his hand, you couldn't.

"He's bleeding severely. His blood pressure is undetectable. Put the oxygen mask on him and prepare the equipment."

"Yes sir." The nurse answered.

Taehyung slowly turned his head to look at you. You couldn't help but start crying even more.

My dear Y/N. Why do I hurt you like this? Why do I bring you so much pain and you bring me so much joy? Why can't it be the opposite? I hate seeing you suffer, but that's all I do—make people suffer.

I love you... I love you Y/N. There are so many things I want to say to you, but I don't know if I can. It hurts. I've lost so much blood. I don't think I can keep fighting. I'm trying—trust me—I am, but I'm not strong enough.

"Please don't die. Please stay with me." I hear your pleads through the window.

Namjoon has his arm around you as he tries to console you, but it doesn't seem to work. Have I really brought you that much pain?

You are the reason as to why I want to keep living, but I grow weaker as the seconds go by and I can feel myself giving up. I don't want to, but I can't keep fighting.

I promised to never leave you. I promised to take care of you and look after you. I'm a man of my word. I'm trying to be a man of my word... but I'm losing this battle.

I'm sorry.

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