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The Suns of Gunshots Chapter 4

Fandom: BTS Characters: OC/Reader & BTS: All 7 Genre: Thriller Rating: M - Violence & Death Length: 5483 Words Summary: I was supposed to be home in the bunker, safe, hiding away until morning, but instead I found myself caught on the streets as the annual Purge began. I had no choice but to run, knowing full well that once the earth fell quiet again, all hell would break loose and I would be caught in the middle of it. What I wasn’t expecting was to get swept up by a group of vigilantes that would get me through a long night of death and destruction. Author’s Notes: Hooray! Another chapter posted! I'm so sorry it took forever to get this chapter up. Life got a bit busy and I've been working on a few other pieces. I'm getting into a better rotation schedule, so hopefully I'll be able to update this story AT LEAST once a month, if not a little bit more. Chapter 5 will be the end of the first Purge Night for the group of 8 and Chapter 6 will lead into year 2 with some exciting advancements in the story. Please look forward to it! Please be aware that this story contains mature content (mostly violence), as it is a purge related fanfic. It could potentially trigger some people, so please read cautiously. This is my first time writing something with a lot of action and something dark like this as I normally write fluff. All feedback is greatly appreciated and welcome,within reason (don’t just tell me you hated it without giving something constructive that I can work with). There’s more action and more exciting things to come of this, so be sure to keep an eye out for more chapters! Enjoy! Read Prior to this chapter: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

It felt as if the apartment building extended above the clouds as we stepped in and he locked the door behind us. A small, empty lobby stretched out to the other end of the building and beside us a set of elevators sat turned off for the night. A warm hand slipped into mine and Yoongi pulled me toward the stairwell but stopped just outside of the door.

“Stay alert. Don’t speak and just follow me and don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

I found it hard to believe that anyone would be able to get into the building with the ridiculous amount of locks he’d had to open, but I nodded my head in understanding. Maybe it was because I was unarmed and his warning had me on edge, but I found myself instinctively drawing closer to him, giving his hand a squeeze as we entered the quiet stairwell that was surprisingly well lit.

Yoongi led the way up five flights of stairs with me just behind him, clinging to his hand and constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure we weren’t being tailed. We stood at the landing but for some reason he wasn’t going through the door. His hand rested on the knob but he was so quiet I couldn’t tell if he was even breathing.

“Yoo—“

My words were cut off as in one swift motion, he turned and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me into a corner that wasn’t well lit by the lights and pinned me there, huddled against me as he pressed a finger to his lips.

Taking his warning to heart, I swallowed a lump in my throat. Feeling as if my breathing was too loud, I sucked in a breath and listened. It was faint but just beyond the door I could make out the sounds of a fight: scuffling followed by taunts and laughter. Fear crept over me and I felt the blood drain from my face.

Yoongi quietly pulled a knife from his pocket and slipped it into my hands before he pulled out a second and we waited. Sounds of running feet approached the door and I felt my body shake with fear. With his empty hand, Yoongi reached out and gently squeezed mine and as the knob of the door turned, he didn’t move. He remained hovering over him, as if he was protecting me. The door slammed open and we pressed closer together to fit in the small triangle it made with the wall, shrouding us.

“Dude that was awesome!” a guy called out as three or four of them ran into the stairwell and headed straight down instead of hanging around. The metallic smell of blood lingered in the air as their footsteps faded while they ran further away and the world became silent again.

My companion grabbed the door knob just shy of the barrier closing and opened it again, nodding his head toward the hallway on the other side. Still shaken by the close call, I managed to find my feet and pressed a hand against the door.

We stepped into the hallway but the site that greeted me sent bile to my throat. I couldn’t tell who the person was, but their limbs were scattered around the hall, the sandy colored tile floor had been painted crimson by the massive amount of blood that had begun to assault my sense.

Stashing his knife away, Yoongi came over and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my face into his chest.

“Don’t look,” he whispered. “Once you do, you won’t be able to forget it. Keep your eyes closed and just trust me okay?”

I had no choice but to go along with it. My arms were wrapped around his waist, pulled tight so that my cheek was pressed to his back. It wasn’t the most comfortable walking experience for either of us, but it seemed to be working. I didn’t want to seem weak by confessing that I had already seen too much. My imagination was already taking off with morbid thoughts of how much worse it may actually be as we walked by, my feet making a squelching noise, sending a sob to my throat as I realized the only reason it may be doing that.

We came to a stop and I felt Yoongi turn around.

“Keep your eyes closed. I’m going to take off your shoes, okay?”

I nodded my head, realizing hot tears were streaming down my face as I felt fingers wrap around my ankle and take one shoe off, followed by the other. I stood still for a second, listening to the sound of boots behind tossed aside and a set of keys jangling.

One, two, three locks on an apartment door. It would have seemed ridiculous if I hadn’t seen the aftermath of what some people considered fun on this particular night. Yoongi’s hand slipped back into mine and he pulled me inside and shut the door quietly behind him. Again, three locks clicked back into place and he sighed.

“If they weren’t still out there I’d do the chain but it’d be dangerous if they need to get in quick.”

Taking this as a sign, I opened my eyes to a dark apartment and Yoongi mumbling behind me, scratching his chin in thought. He waved a hand at the door and walked past me, leaving the lights off until he reached what I assumed to be the living room and flicked on one very dim table lamp.

“Well? Come on, then. Sit down. Let it out. You’ll be safe here for the rest of the night.”

I followed his orders again, moving like a robot to the sofa and falling into it. I stared at my feet as the tears swelled up in my eyes. I didn’t know what had happened to my family. Were they safe? We were chased down by some gang of Purgers who used to be friends with the people who lived in the apartment I now sat in. Jimin was gone. Who knew if he was dead or alive, though I couldn’t possibly see how he would survive the night if he was wounded, which I believed him to be after seeing the blood splotches. We had nearly been killed again, but by some stroke of luck, the idiots had completely missed us behind the door. But to tie it all in, I’d seen someone decapitated and one of my favorite pair of shoes were probably ruined, coated in blood.

There was no way to hold it in anymore as I slumped over and buried my face in my hands, my knuckles brushing against my knees. None of this was supposed to be happening. I was supposed to be safe at home. Instead, someone may have died because of me.

The sobs shook my body uninterrupted until a knocking sound came from the coffee table nearby. Through blurry eyes, I looked up and saw a glass with amber colored liquid inside. Yoongi sat in an armchair nearby with his own, his face void of any emotion and his voice back to the cold tone it’d carried earlier, nothing like the one that had been concerned just outside the apartment.

“Drink it. It’ll help ease the pain a little.”

I had just taken one small sip when the sound of hurried voices came from outside the door.

“Get it open! Hurry up!” one shouted.

“There’s three fucking locks! I’m doing the best I can!”

Yoongi shot up from his seat and grabbed his bow and arrow from the corner. Setting the glass down, I found myself grabbing a throw pillow and cowering in the corner of the sectional I was still sitting on. The locks turned and I watched as the string of the bow was pulled back in concentration. But instead of shooting it when the door opened, Yoongi dropped it and ran.

“Shit!” he called from near the door as it shut and hurried feet moved into the room.

Someone stayed back and clicked the locks back in place but a huddle of the guys I’d seen a few hours ago moved through the room and into one of the bedrooms off to the side.

Jumping to my feet, I ran to see what the commotion was, only to find myself falling back against the wall inside the room.

“J-Jimin!”

Again, my eyes blurred over with tears upon seeing the man who had helped keep me safe. He was soaked through, shivering and in pain.

“You’re a nurse right?” Seokjin asked, appearing beside me suddenly with a first aid kit and what looked to be a small sewing box in hand. “Help him, please,” he whispered.

With shaky hands, I took the boxes and the guys moved out of the way except for Yoongi. I looked at no one but Jimin, surveying his condition and praying I could do this right. Just fix him until he can get proper help in the morning. Just do what you can now, I mentally told myself.

While the light of the bedroom was blocked from the outside by black out curtains, I knew the screams of pain that would come from Jimin would not be.

“This is going to hurt him,” I whispered, indicating they should do something to keep the shouts hidden.

As the moved around the room to give me space and to create a makeshift gag, I tugged at Jimin’s shirt, pulling it off him carefully. Blood seeped from a wound on his side, clearly made by a bullet. I looked at it, searching for any signs of silver color in the wound.

“There’s no bullet…” I murmured.

“We think he pulled it out himself before he passed out. When we finally found him, he was already like this,” Namjoon whispered worriedly from behind me.

I sighed and opened the first aid kid, pulling out a bottle of alcohol from within it. I screwed off the cap and glanced over at Jimin’s face.

“I’m sorry, Jimin,” I muttered. And I was. I was sorry for more than just what was about to happen, but also sorry for putting him in this position to begin with. This was my fault. If I had just made it home…

My head shook, both to get the thoughts away but to also convince myself to focus. Taking a deep breath, I let the soul smelling liquid rush over the wound, sending Jimin’s body into a stiff motion as he wailed against the cloth that had been put in his mouth. The sudden increase in pain must have been enough to shock him awake as his eyes fluttered open and his hands moved toward the wound. As if they were expecting it, Taehyung and Namjoon flung forward and grabbed Jimin’s arms, holding them down.

“Hurry and finish it!” Taehyung called out.

Once more my hands began to shake, knowing Jimin was awake making me more nervous than I’d been before. It took me several tries to get a thick piece of string through a needle and even longer for me to finally get to work, sewing the wound shut. Jimin’s screams filled the room the whole time, and I had to fight off the urge to crumble and fall with each stitch.

Eventually, we managed to finish and I wrapped a bandage around Jimin’s waist with some help of the others. While he was in and out of consciousness, we fed a few aspirin into his mouth and let him fall asleep.

“It won’t hold long, but hopefully it will be enough to last through the rest of the night,” I mumbled, eyes still glued to a now sleeping Jimin.

I was feeling exhausted. I wanted to climb into a corner and pass out, sleep everything away, but I wasn’t able to escape before Seokjin gently grabbed my arm.

“Jungkook needs you.”

A sigh trickled from me but I nodded and followed him into another room where Jungkook sat on a bed with his head against the wall. He was conscious and didn’t seem in as serious condition as Jimin, but he was still battered and bruised with a gash across his arm.

I sat beside him and took out gauze and alcohol and set to work.

“Thank you, nurse,” he joked quietly from beside me.

A snort left me. “I’m not actually a nurse you know. It seems Seokjin has me confused with my mother.”

“He remembers the time you fixed him up after he got that cut. You told us your mother was a nurse and you learned a few things from her. Though, I think it’s just his way of reassuring himself that we’ll all be okay, you know? Believe that you’re a nurse reassures him that Jimin will pull through the night.”

It made sense. Knowing I could be a source of comfort to at least once person helped ease the ache I had been feeling in my chest all night as I finished working on Jungkook’s minor wounds and slid a couple aspirin to him.

Feeling like my job was done, I fell against the wall, still beside him and sighed.

“Why did you guys get into this? Why did you all decide to become superheroes of Purge Night?”

Jungkook let out a breath of a laugh. “I wouldn’t call us superheroes. We still do morally questionable things. We still hurt people. We have killed people. We have more blood on our hands than we would have ever imagined. Maybe we do go after the so called villains. We don’t support the Purge and so we try to protect other people from those who do, but in a sense, aren’t we still taking advantage of Purge Night?”

I could feel my heart sink with every word he mumbled in response. The pain increased when he turned his gaze to me and I saw the sadness in his eyes. It was evident he’d seen things and he hurt from their actions, but that didn’t seem to stop him. After all, they could just give this life up any time and go into hiding once a year. It wasn’t as if anyone was asking them to live this sort of life.

“We’ve all lost someone because of the Purge,” he started quietly. “Family, friends, lovers. We’ve all experienced some sort of pain because of the evil that comes once a year. Some of us were actually there and were just lucky to escape or still be alive. It’s the loss that drove us to this point. We don’t want to see other innocent people suffer like we have.”

A sigh came from me as I processed all of this. It made more sense, knowing how loss drove them to be protectors of those who were weak and exposed on Purge Night made far too much sense.

“Will you tell me? Will you tell me their stories?” Though, mostly I was more curious about Jimin and Yoongi after having spent the entire night with the two.

“I don’t think it’s right for me to tell you their stories. They should tell you themselves when they’re ready, but I’ll tell you mine. Is that okay?”

I nodded my head in response and pulled my knees to my chest, my shoulder leaning into the wall the bed was pushed up against so I could face him comfortably.

“A year before our group decided to do this, I was out on Purge Night with the girl that was my first love. I know, it sounds crazy and risky for us to be out on the deadliest night of the year, but from the time we started dating to that point we did it every year. We worried that once morning came, one of us wouldn’t be out to meet the other. I don’t have to tell you or anyone really that Purge Night is unpredictable. People are unpredictable. So, it was a just in case goodbye meet up, I guess you could say. That year we had driven off to a nearby landscape that we loved. The river was always our favorite picnic place and somewhere that brought us peace.”

Jungkook paused and looked away to the blackout curtains on the window and swallowed. I could feel my own pulse quickening in the silence that had settled over us until he continued.

“We should have been home and safe. We had left with enough time to both make it home,” he whispered, his eyes glistening with unfallen tears. “The car broke down on the bridge as the sun was setting.”

“What’s wrong with it, Jungkook?” Emilie’s voice was filled with fear and concern as she hovered just over his shoulder, looking under the hood of the car.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll figure out it out. For now, get back in the car. It’ll be safer there.” As the girl he loved retreated back to the passenger seat, he turned his gaze to the mechanics and sighed. He couldn’t understand what was wrong. The car had never broken down before and there’d been no warning signs that anything was wrong. Maybe his dad would be able to help.

Jungkook pulled out his phone and pressed a button, but the screen remained black except for the middle where an empty battery icon blinked angrily at him. Dead. Of course, just his luck. He was beginning to get worried and nervous. He couldn’t recall any nearby places where they could go take shelter. They could sit in a tree all night but even that didn’t guarantee them any safety. If they started walking now, they could possibly make it to the edge of town by the time the sun disappeared, but they would still have a ways to go to reach either of their homes, and by that point, everything would be shut down and locked up tightly.

“Come on Jungkook, you can do this.”

He dove back into the car, twisting caps off to check liquids, poking boxes and sighing angrily. He didn’t even notice that the sun had already set until Emilie’s voice was calling out to him.

“Jungkook! We have to go!”

He looked up, noticing the headlights that were fast approaching their car. There was no time to run, nowhere to run to. Even if they made it under the bridge, who was to say that was a safe place? Besides, that car was moving much faster than it normally would and only Purgers were crazy enough to be out after dark on this night.

“Stay in the car. Get down on the floorboard. Don’t say anything okay? You’ll be okay! Get down, lock the doors!”

He heard the click followed by silence. Jungkook knew if he opened the driver door they would see it in the dim lights from their car. He had no time. There was only one option for him. He dropped to his hands and knees and army crawled beneath the car, his face looking in the direction of the car that stopped a distance off. Two pairs of feet approached their vehicle from the back and started to round it.

The sound of a whistle from the passenger side had Jungkook’s heart pounding and he had to catch his breath to keep from giving himself away. It could be anything. They may not have seen her.

His hopes were quickly smothered when he saw the other pair of feet walk over to join the first set. There was a laugh followed by a tap on glass. More laughing. The sound was haunting him, filling his ears, sounding louder than it really was. Fear and anger came over him as he began to wiggle, trying to worm his way out from under the car.

Shattering glass echoed on the empty bridge. A scream. More laughter. A gunshot. A pair of the two feet running off after one suggested she couldn’t be alone.

Jungkook struggled, feeling tears heating up his eyes as he tried to inch out from his hiding spot. He’d been stalled after his shirt caught onto the car. When he finally broke free, he could feel the wind tickling his exposed back.

Still under the car, he kicked a leg out and swung it at the feet of the other, knocking the man over. He shoved himself out into the open and crawled onto the guy. He couldn’t stop himself as he began to swing, throwing punches as fast as he could. He didn’t care how much damage he did to the guy’s face. He didn’t care how much blood the man shed. Jungkook couldn’t even control himself any longer as he hit over and over.

He finally came to a stop when the man beneath him stopped fighting back and had fallen still. Crawling off him quickly, Jungkook ran to the car and unlocked the door, making the alarm sound. He didn’t care who came. Let them come. He didn’t care.

Tired arms reached down and scooped up the still body of Emilie from the car floor. Sitting in the seat, Jungkook pulled her into his lap and felt the tears begin to stream down his face mercilessly. He could feel the still warm blood coming from the wound where the bullet had pierced her skin.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed rapidly as she gazed up at him. A single tear trickled down her cheek. “Run, Jungkook. Save… yourself…”

Had this not been real life, the young man may have laughed at how cliché of a line it was, at how cliché the whole scene was. He couldn’t laugh, though. He couldn’t do anything but sob with her in his arms.

“No, I’ll get you help. Just stay awake, okay? Stay awake, Emilie.”

He was just beginning to prop her up in the seat beside him when a bang from behind lurched the car forward, making the door slam shut as it became wedged against the weak bridge railing.

Jungkook looked out the back window, seeing the car backing up quickly. He knew what the guy was doing. He was trying to push them off the bridge. Jungkook set Emilie in the seat and pulled the belt over her. Just as it had clicked, he saw the lights approaching again and embraced for the impact.

The slam was hard and even expecting it, he could still feel his body flinging around. He took the moment of rewind to scramble to the driver’s seat. He turned the key over and over, but no signs of life showed from the car.

“START DAMN IT!” he screamed angrily.

After a few more tries, the engine finally came to life, but before he could drive off, another slam came, sending his head connecting with the wheel.

His head throbbed. He thought maybe it was going to explode.

“Ugh,” he moaned in pain.

But as his senses began to come to, he realized water was up to his chin and quickly rising. Panic came over Jungkook as he looked around and noticed Emilie, her eyes still, glazed over with death, still staring at him. His body stilled and he looked at her as the water reached his lips. He could just end it here. He could die with her. He wouldn’t have to worry about the guilt of leaving her behind.

Save yourself, Jungkook.

Her last words to him rang in his ears as the water came over the rest of his face and an inch from the roof of the car. No, this wasn’t what she would want.

Jungkook kicked himself up and took a large gulp of air as the car filled with river water. He sank back into it and looked at Emilie again. His fingers wrapped around her hand and raised it to his lips. It was the last time he would see her again. The last time he would show her any affection like this. She was gone, but her dying wish was that he would save himself.

Willing himself to leave, he kicked against the glass of the car until it gave. He wiggled through the window and kicked off against the car to reach the surface.

“I hid beneath that bridge until morning and then walked home. I was soaked to the bone, spend the next couple of weeks fighting off sickness coupled with depression. Worst of all was… is the guilt. I could have protected her better. I could have kept her alive if we had just left the car and ran for it. It’s my fault she died,” Jungkook softly cried, burying his face in his hands.

My arms reached away from my body and circled around his neck, holding him close as his body shook. It wasn’t fair. How could this happen to someone as sweet and optimistic as Jungkook? Had he not told me, I would have never guessed he’d suffered such a tragedy. My appreciation for the friend I held grew and I found my arms tightening around him.

We stayed that way until Jungkook cried himself to sleep. I slipped away from him and set him in his bed carefully, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders. I switched off the light and closed the door, noticing the others had gathered quietly in the living room, looking exhausted.

I stood there for a moment, watching them all. I realized the fear and doubt I’d had at the beginning of the night had vanished. They weren’t bad. They weren’t doing this to hurt me. I was here, in their home, because they cared whether I lived or died. After hearing Jungkook’s story and knowing the others had suffered as well, I could no longer doubt them. Again I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but I blinked them away.

Taking a blanket from the edge of the sofa, I approached Taehyung who’d fallen asleep with his head rolled back and mouth wide open. I smothered the laugh in my throat and smiled as I draped the blanket over him and rolled his head over to the side. No one else seemed to notice me as I slipped back into the room where Jimin was sleeping.

The overhead light had been turned off and a dim table lamp had been set up in the corner of the room. I slipped into the bed opposite of his and looked at the scene before me. Yoongi leaned against this bed, his hand cupping Jimin’s as he slept.

“Yoongi?” I whispered to him.

There was no response, suggesting he too had fallen off to sleep, or he just wanted me to think as much. I wasn’t hurt by the idea that he was ignoring me. They had all suffered so much in just a few hours. I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest again, hoping whoever’s bed I’d snagged wouldn’t mind me being there. I sat there quietly, just watching Jimin’s chest rise and fall, hoping he would pull through. I looked to Yoongi again, his position never changing since I’d arrived. Maybe he really was asleep.

“What happened to you? What drove you to this?” I whispered across the room.

I knew there wouldn’t be a response. Even if he’d heard it, I was asking too much from him, especially seeing how upset he was over Jimin’s current state. I assured myself there would come a day when he would tell me. I knew it would have to be on his own time and not mine, and I was okay with that. With my chin propped up against my knees, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up some time later to the sounds of screams. I couldn’t tell where they were coming from and in the dark room, I felt fear creep over me. Catching my breath, I sat up, feeling a blanket fall off me. I couldn’t see anything from the direction of the door and I wasn’t familiar enough with the layout of the room to shuffle my way through it. I shivered as someone screamed again.

“Yoongi?” I whispered hurriedly, wondering if he was still sitting with Jimin or if I and the one who couldn’t defend himself at all were left alone.

“It’s okay,” came a soft whisper from beside me.

I hadn’t even noticed the body huddled on the bed in the dark and let out a sigh. “Jungkook?”

My hand reached out in the darkness to find him. “That’s my face,” he mumbled behind my hand, a slight laugh laced in his words.

“Oh, sorry. What’s going on?”

Another scream echoed and I felt myself jump just slightly. The blanket that had been pulled to my shoulders suddenly wrapped around them again and over my head. Hand tucked the front around and slipped the fabric into my hands.

“Just stay like that. It’ll make you feel better until it’s over. We live a few doors down from a wealthy older lady. It seems she may have forgotten to lock up carefully and a group of Purgers came knocking.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “So the others…”

“They’re out there helping her. Don’t worry, it’s not any of them. Just stay calm and don’t get out of the bed. The door’s locked and I’m armed. I couldn’t go help because I’m too battered and bruised.” I could almost see the sad smile accompanied by his words. “Plus, we couldn’t leave you and Jimin here alone. It’s too risky.”

I nodded my head, even though I knew it was useless and sat against the wall in my blanket burrito. Looking for something to distract myself with, I looked in his direction.

“Did you pull the blanket over me while I was sleeping?”

“You were already like that when I came in. The only other person who’s been in here was Yoongi. I have to admit, I’m surprised he didn’t wake you up and make you move. He doesn’t usually let just anyone sleep on his bed.”

I could feel the blood rushing up my neck and to my cheeks. “Oh,” I choked.

Luckily, I was spared more embarrassment by the world going quiet and the sound of multiple locks clicking. A dim light trickled beneath the door and a knock sounded followed by Yoongi’s voice.

“Jungkook, open the door.”

The youngest of the group did as he was told and opened the bedroom door to reveal Yoongi coated in blood. He cast a fleeting glance toward me before looking to Jungkook.

“Get her out of here. I need to clean up and get some sleep.”

There was no need to tell me twice. I scrambled out of the bed, ditching the blanket behind and out of the room, followed by Jungkook a moment later. The door shut behind us and I let out a sigh. From the sofa, Jin patted the spot beside him, looking cleaner than the others who had just walked in. I took the seat and felt an arm wrap around my shoulders.

“It’s been a long night. You must be tired after being kidnapped by us and forced to nurse our injured. I think the rest of the night will go by without a hitch. You should rest some more while you can.”

Even though I nodded my head, I was suddenly feeling wide awake. I couldn’t help but turn my gaze to him as my shoulder leaned into him.

“Seokjin? What’s your story? Jungkook told me about his, but what about you? Why are you here?”

A sad smile crossed his lips, an unusual sight. He sighed and gazed off at the wall on the other side of the room.

“Namjoon and I had a friend, Jaehwan. We were best friends, aside from the guys here. He was killed on Purge night after a break in through a faulty window security.”

It was short, but I didn’t think I needed to hear more details than that. Nor did it feel right trying to get him to say more. I still remembered the pained expression on Jungkook’s face while he’d recalled the vivid details. I didn’t want to make Seokjin suffer that way too.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” I whispered.

“It’s not your fault. These things… well they happen, sadly. The sooner an end can be put to it, the better.”

The spot beside me sank and Jungkook patted my hand.

“Sleep,” he encouraged. “You’ll be okay here.”

With the encouragement spoken once again, I leaned over and propped my head up on Seokjin’s shoulder, comforted by the arm around me and Jungkook on my other side.

“By the time you wake up, it’ll be morning and you’ll be able to go home. Sleep well,” whispered Seokjin as I drifted off into slumber.

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