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Going home was hard, living my life is harder. I can't help but think back on that night, the sound of the gunshot still rings in my ears, and the image of the man lying dead on the floor as the red liquid seeps out his body. I try to close my eyes not wanting to think about but when I open them the image never falters, I've become used to my red-stained hands.

Jin told me everything was going to be fine. He goes about his life as normal, watching a man die didn't phase him. Our bond is stronger, but if I tell him what's going on in my head would he love me any less? I saved him, right? He said I saved him and I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do. Are my feelings wrong?

There's no urge to do it again, I just want release from my mind. I need a break. I'm holding back from screaming what I'm thinking and repenting my sins, I am a murderer.

I'm a murderer.

I'm a murderer.

I'm a-

"Jungkook! What's wrong with you?" Yoongi hisses lightly slapping me upside my head with his papers. I look down at the overflowing cup of juice and quickly apologize as I put the bottle down. "Kid, are you okay?"

I look over at the older, unaware of the tears slowly streaming down my face, his expressions softens as he hesitantly wraps an arm around me, letting his hand rub against my back in an attempt to comfort me. "What happened? Did Jin do something to you?" he asks worried as he pulls me over