Yoongi’s PoV.

                Click.

                Nothing happened.

                Jungkook’s eyes were closed as he trembled in my arms.

                My Jungkookie.

                My bunny, my baby.

                I tried to shoot my Jungkookie.

                The gun’s side flickered.

                A small screen. A video began playing, loud enough for everybody to hear.

                “T- Taehyungie…”

                “Hi, Yoongi! I- I’m sorry, I never got to- I never got to see you. We didn’t make it, Yoongi.

                “I- I had to make a deal… If I forget everything that happened, they said they wouldn’t hurt you! But I get to leave this message for you, Yoongi!”

                I fell to the ground, trying not to scream.

                I still feared getting hurt because of it.

                “Taetae… No… Please!”

                “I love you, Min Yoongi. You’re worth more to me than anything else in the world. A- And I just don’t want you to be hurt. So please, don’t feel bad, okay?

                “I’ll get to see you a lot, they said. But you won’t know it’s me, and I won’t know it’s you. But seeing you will be enough for me, I think! I love you, Yoongi…”

                I screamed.

                The video continued.

                Taetae lost his memories right in front of me.

                And then they tortured him.

                He hurt so much, I hated it. I couldn’t tell if I was crying.

                They showed me his face, and it looked so different.

                He didn’t smile.

                He didn’t laugh, he only frowned and spoke with sharp, harsh words.

                His voice was different, too.

                And then a different face appeared.

                “Hello,” it said. “You might know me, you might not. I’m President Park. Kim Taehyung sacrificed himself for you, and he has gone through a lot to keep you safe. You’ve seen him quite a lot.”

                His straight face curled into a wicked smile. “Let’s take a look, shall we?”

                I was curled up on the ground, sobbing. Jungkook was next to me, tears streaming down his face. Namjoon and Seokjin sat by Jungkook, comforting him and pulling him away from me.

                I deserved it. I was a monster.

                And then I saw his face.

                My Taehyungie, my beautiful Taetae, he was gone.

                And I had seen him.

                Every single day, whenever the memories came back at their worst, he was right there.

                He was wearing his mask, and I never knew it was him.

                Taehyung always had a way with words.

                But I had never thought that he would be the one to use them against me.

                I never knew.

Jin’s PoV.

                I felt bad for Yoongi.

                He was a wreck, and it was horrible to see him like this. Just crying, begging for help.

                But I still couldn’t trust him.

                I pulled Jungkook closer to me, and farther away from Yoongi. He sobbed, curling up into a ball and pressing into my chest. “Taehyung… he’s gone…”

                I nodded, holding him closer. “Shh, don’t worry, Kookie… It will all be okay…”

                It hurt to see him like this.

                And it hurt to see Yoongi like this.

                And none of it made the slightest bit of sense.