𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

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ｆｉｆｔｙ─ｆｏｕｒ

Jisung was just there shuffling on his place, jumping every now and then only to wonder if his stomp could be heard from the eighth floor as the floor up here was wooden and it echoed loudly against the walls, taking over the faint thuds he could here from the next room. Just as he was about to crouch down and knock on the wooden floors, a gunshot was heard loudly; ringing against Jisung's ears which made him run to the corner just by the elevator doors, finding comfort from the walls as the loud sound was still ringing in his head. Hell, he would rather listen to loud yells directed to hin rather than gunshots if he would get the chance to choose.

"Jaemin, Jeno!"

"Wendy, watch over them."

"Jungwoo's shot!"

Those were some of the clear statements that Jisung heard, and it was for sure from the two doctors, except for the unfamiliar voice he couldn't pinpoint to whom it belongs. He was still shaking at the gunshot, but the indistinct yet troubled chatters coming from the people in the room is what bothers him the most.

Moreover, the statement referring to Jungwoo receiving the bullet.

Just by thinking about it he could already feel his heart beating fast, signs of anxiety starting to show externally as he felt beads of sweat forming in his forehead and back; the temperature suddenly rising at a quick pace. As ironic as it sounds, he isn't really scared of death or the idea of dying as he knew he would pass through that on a certain age limit. It still scared him a lot of times, but he was even terrified of the physique of the dead, decaying bodies.

He stayed on his place, not caring at the hot temperature clouding his area before letting a high-pitched, manly scream when the emergency door opened -- finding himself burying his body and head to the wall as if saying to take him in.

"Shit- sir, are you alright?" A rather deep yet feminine voice snapped Jisung away from his trance, immediately hugging the small figure when he felt the person touch his shoulder.

To say that the lady was surprised at the sudden action, was an understatement. Yet she won't do anything and just let the trembling male hug her as if there's no tomorrow. "Kim, connect with agent Lee, I have another problem here."

Funny how Ilsik went from a person with power, to a literal powerless human in just a snap. He's hands were trembling, dropping the gun for the second time as he watched this tall male fall on the wooden floor unconscious.

He didn't even hear Kun's deafening scream that boomed across the room, all that clouded his mind was the fact that he shot not one, but two innocent males on purpose -- one knocking them senseless.

Honestly, he didn't plan on shooting two random guys besides Kun and Hansol. Heck, he was even aiming for Kun for the second guy yet his arms were shaking from both panic and out of energy. But because of his nephew's sudden appearance with a scary and intimidating demeanor, he had to shoot somebody else that's not the chinese doctor just to get the spotlight away from him.

Only to set things worse than it already is.

"Qian Kun?"

An unfamiliar voice interjected followed by a bunch of footsteps, taking Ilsik's attention in a blink of an eye. He laid there wide-eyed as visual patterns of him escaping the place started to take over his mind since he didn't want the police to notice him. He wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible -- however, his leg and body says otherwise.

"Take him please, this one as well." Kun gulped the big lump on his throat, throat dry as he felt his eyes blear, never did he thought any of his patients are gonna suffer like this. They already suffered enough. "A-As well as the ones outside..."

"Qian, it's okay, we got them. Calm down," A police crouched down beside him and patted his back to at least calm him down, while the others started to put both Sungchan and Jungwoo in a stretcher.

"Mr. Jung, Prof. Yoon!" Someone yelled after catching Sihye's weak body on the ground as well as Ilsik's pained figure, immediately signalling the medical team to where he was.

"No, no! Don't save that son of a gun, he deserves to die!" Kun exclaimed almost immediately after seeing some of the medics run to where Ilsik was, "He's the cause of this, just let him die!"

"Dr. Ji, we'll get it from here. Dr. Qian is having a mental breakdown inside." An officer tapped Hansol's shoulder that just finished laying Yuta's unconscious self on the stretcher.

Hansol furrowed his brows, Kun? Mental breakdown? It doesn't sit right with him.

The doctor, without hesitation, stood up and ran to inside the mess, eyes widening at the sight of the amount of broken valuable items inside -- though he didn't have the time to put his full attention to it as he had a Qian Kun to collect.

"Let him go- he doesn't fucking deserve to be treated! What's there in my statement you don't understand-" Kun was about to run up to the medics and probably throw the medical kit away from them just to not treat whatever happened to Ilsik if it weren't for Hansol grabbing his arm and pulling him to his chest.

Kun wasn't crying at all, he was just teary-eyed and it was mostly rage that was building up in his system, triggering his anxiety that his lover failed to see just because the chinese was good at hiding and keeping things to himself.

"Hey, hey, calm down, love." Hansol hushed, ushering the two of them to the side as they let the police and the medics to take care of everything.

"T-They don't understand me, Han... It's-"

The taller brought his hands up to pat Kun's messy hair, his other hand snaking around the younger's waist as he put his chin on top of his head, calming the older down. "Take a deep breath, Kun. Inhale with your nose, exhale with your mouth. Do it with me, yeah?"

Kun did as told. He wasn't that stupid to not realize that Hansol was using his psychologist card on him, he knew he was having an anxiety attack and as much as he badly wanted to hide it from his lover, things like this aren't just meant to be hidden. Which is why Hansol was calming him down, making sure not to let his mind get the best of him.

"One more," Hansol ordered, both their chests rising up as they inhaled air before expelling the collected oxygen slowly through their mouth. "Still feeling something?"

The chinese didn't hesitate to shake his head, cooling down for a moment as he gulped another lump that was forming on his throat.

"That's my doctor," Hansol whispered and patted his head a few more times before ruffling it on purpose. "Self-control, love. Remember to not interrupt any of the emergency team's work."

"B-But-"

"Shh... He'll get what he deserves, okay? For now, calm down."

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