Yoongi

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Yoongi was used to lead and concrete. For years, his world consisted of bulletproof glass, bulletproof vests, and the silence after gunshots. Until Jimin came along. Now his world narrowed to the warmth of those hands, to the laughter that dispelled the gunpowder smoke in the air. To this very dacha, the barbecues, and the wedding plans in a month.

Jimin, smiling, clutched the positive test in his robe pocket. Two stripes. He watched Yoongi walk to the edge of the veranda, talking on the phone in a dry, businesslike tone. Time to end this conversation.

Jimin stepped out of the house, already opening his mouth to call out. The words stuck.

A man in a black mask emerged from around the corner of the bathhouse, holding a short, silenced gun pointed at Yoongi's back.

Time slowed down. Jimin saw everything: the raindrops on the railing, the shadow of the pine tree lying between them, Yoongi's calm back, unaware of anything.

"No".

The shot sounded dull, a thud on wet ground. Yoongi spun around, his hand already gripping his own pistol. The masked man collapsed.

Yoongi lowered his weapon. His gaze met Jimin's, wide with horror. He saw a pale face, trembling hands pressed to his stomach, and the test slipping from his weakened fingers.

"Jimin?" Yoongi's voice was hoarse but firm. "It's over. Just breathe."