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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3.5
"SAN!"
The body felt on the hard rooftop, as my brother launched himself at the murderer, and kicked the gun from Kai. Stumbling around, Yeonjun got on him, and hit him right on the jaw, knocking him out.
I felt right besides the bleeding boy, tears falling out of my eyes, as I slap him slightly on the cheek. "Open your eyes, San. Don't fucking close them", I say, when he suddenly take my hand, and places it on his heart. His heart was beating uncontrollably, but his face was calm.
"Yeojin", his voice was merely a whisper. Blood sprayed out of his mouth, and I fumbled, taking my hand, ripping his shirt, to see where he was shot. His perfect abs, shaking at the pain, his blood slowly washing over them.
"Yeosang call the police and an ambulance", I ordered, and the boy did what he was told. I pressed my hand on the spot, gently, his breath being shaky. I whispered, and looked at Yeonjun, who sprinted to me, after he tied up Kai. Yeonjun took the dying boys' hand, and looked at me concerned.
With glazy eyes I look at my brother, nodding. "Yeosang sprint to the nurses' office and get the pincet, alcohol, a cloth, some morphin, a needle and thread", I say, and soon he was away. Moments passed, and Sans breath were shakier. His open eyes, were starting to close, but then Yeosang came back, with the things. Checking if it was all their, I furrowed.
"There's no morphin", Yeosang says, and I bite my lip. With glazy eyes, I look at Yeonjun, who was already looking at San. We watched as Yeonjun ripped his shirt and folded it.
"Bite this, San", he said, and San did what he was told. Taking a deep breath, I look at San.
"This is gonna hurt", I say, and he nod, before pressing his tired eyes together. Looking at Yeosang, I gesture him to stretch Sans skin out. Inhaling deeply, I dig the pincet in the hole, earning a painful scream from the boy. The tears in my eyes, slurred my vision, and I quickly blink them away.
With the pincet, I find the bullet and pull it away. Placing it on Yeosangs hand, I quickly wet the cloth with alcohol and wipe the wound. The alcohol burned, because he screamed again.
"Yeojin", San called again, my tears blending with his blood. I looked at him, apologizing, as I put the tread through the needle, and secured it.
"I'm sorry", I mumbled, and began to sew his wound. His loud painful screams, broke my heart more. Yeonjun was fighting, as San clutched to his hand. Finally being done, he calm down, before reaching his hand to my chin.
"Can you remember that song, I sang for you?" he suddenly asks, and I shake my head.
"What song?" I ask quietly, as he smile painfully.
"The morning we spent together, after our little fuck", he laughs, making me do too. Then I nod.
"Will you sing that for me?" he asks, as my tears landed on his cheeks.
