Dangerous | Jung Jaehyun

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Sora POV

The plan was simple.

Try to walk into the NCT base without bringing too much attention to ourselves. The only problem was, I'm not very skilled in the art of not being the center of the spotlight. I mean, I didn't ask to be born so fucking scrumptious that everyone stares at me all the time!

I guess that confidence didn't last for too long though, because as soon as Jaehyun throws me a pistol, I sort of lose it.

"I swear to god, Jaehyun. If I die I'm going to haunt you in the afterlife." I say as we walk through the front doors.

"You won't die if you don't act stupid. Remember; if anyone tries to attack you, shoot them immediately" Jaehyun leads me through the hallway that was *weirdly* quiet. Almost too quiet.

We softly walk through the hallways where we see two distant figures fist-fighting. We walk closer to see Mark getting the life beaten out of him by a guy who was quite handsome. Broad shoulders, plump lips and puffy eyes. But all of those thoughts went down the drain once Jaehyun shot him in the waist. He falls to the floor as he leads me past Mark, who was laying on the floor, exhausted.

My eyes stay open as I look at both of them laying on the black tiles, too tired to even fight each other. "We're not gonna help Mark?"

"He can handle a few punches, nothing serious. We just need to get you to somewhere safe-"

We turn the corner to the living room and let's just say the image was pretty violent. Around two dozen people (half I don't even recognize) brawling it out on the couches, counters, ROOFS. You name something, there's someone getting beaten to the curb on it.

"Oh hi, Jaehyun. It's about time you showed up." I hear someone say behind me. Jaehyun suddenly pushes me behind him so that I'm not close to the owner of the voice. I look over Jaehyun's shoulder to see a guy; quite handsome, like the other guy. What's up with all these mafia guys being so damn hot? Makes me lowkey happy to be kidnapped.

Wait, I know him from somewhere. He's someone I remember from the BTS folder I found. I think his name was... Namjoon? Something like that.

"Who's that pretty girl with you? Mind sharing, Jaejae?" He snickers, taking his gun and spinning it around like it was a harmless toy.

"Don't call me that," Jaehyun growls as Namjoon just laughs. "And don't lay a hand on her."

Namjoon sighs. "I would listen to you, but where's the fun with that?" Namjoon starts walking towards Jaehyun and I with a sly grin written on his face.

"Sora, run," Jaehyun says to me. "I'll take care of him."

"I can't run, dumbass. My knee is broken." I say, but eventually, start (attempting) to go as fast I can to my room. Sadly though, Jaehyun didn't last as long as he thought.

As the elevator is about to close, I can see Namjoon start walking towards me. Once he sees that the elevator doors will be closed before he can reach me, he starts heading towards the stairs.

I start to panic. He's definitely gonna do something to me. And I can barely use this gun considering that my hands are already occupied by these stupid crutches.

My eyes suddenly focus on something hanging on the elevator wall.

No, Sora. That's ridiculous. You're not gonna use THAT to defend that guy from you. But I have no other options...

I quickly grab the bow and arrows that were hanging from the wall and pray to the lord that this would be a better option than the pistol.

The elevator makes a ding! noise that indicates that the doors would open any second now. I rest my shoulders on my crutches and position the bow so I would be ready to shoot.

The doors open to reveal Namjoon standing a few feet away from me.

He starts walking in my direction. "Well, hi gorgeous. Wanna have some fun and come with-" Before he can finish his sentence I let go of the arrow and watch as it goes directly into his head. His eyes roll back as he falls down flat on the floor. I drop the bow and arrows in shock. Please don't tell me I killed him...

I walk up to Namjoon and, sure enough, he was definitely dead. Dark red blood rushes out of his head as he lays there, lifeless.

My hands clap over my mouth as my legs fall weak. I drop to the floor as tears start rushing out of my now red eyes.

What have I done?