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"Go behind the wall." Doyoung shouts, grabbing a gun from his ankle. I quickly pull Minhee behind a wall, keeping her to the side of me.

"I told you-"

"Just keep quiet." I keep my back pressed against the wall, breathing heavily.

A couple more gunshots were fired, and then the door squeaks open. I face Minhee and press my finger up against my lip, looking around to find exits and ways to escape.

Next to us was stairs, but the stairs had nothing covering us which means that was a bad idea, and this wall wasn't very strong.

I peak my head around the wall just slightly and see a guy, he was strong and muscular, scars over his face and overall scary. But he wasn't a member of Taeyongs gang, and that's trouble.

I grab the gun from my leg strap, Minhees eyes going wide. "Where'd you-"

"Be quiet." I whisper.

I stand up fully, "Stay down." I click the gun. I'm am absolutely terrified to use this, and there's an 80% chance i'm going to miss but i'm the only one protecting myself and Minhee at this moment, i need to do something.

A fist fight won't work against him, he's carrying a gun and he's triple the size of me.

I started to see his shadow approach us, that's when i grew more nervous, hoping Taeyong or someone would interrupt and do the hard part for me.

"I can see your dress." He says, his voice hoarse and a low tone.

I keep eyeing his shadow and look to the side, i seen the tip of his shoe and that's when i did what i needed to do.

I used the back on the gun to my advantage and punch it back into his face "Run" I shout to Minhee as i hear the guy let out a groan in pain.

I turn to face him and he grabs a fistful of my hair, whacking my head against the wall. I gather myself and twist his arm backwards, then shoots his gun, that's when i shoot mine, two shots. Both of his knees. He drops the gun and i kick it away, looking back to see Minhee on the floor curled up, blood stains the carpet.

"Minhee." I run over.

She laid on the floor holding holding her left hip in pain, tears running down her face.

"Put pressure on it." I push down onto the wind with one of my hands.

"Seoyeon." She groans.

"Shhh... Don't waste your energy." I look to the guy i had just shot, alive but crawling to find his gun.

I look back at Minhee and her eyes were closing over, "Keep your eyes open." I look back at the door, Taeyong and Johnny walking in.

"Call an ambulance." I cry out.

Taeyong doesn't hesitate to put a bullet in the back of the guys head, then runs over to me. "Are you okay-"

"He shot Minhee, get an ambulance." I drop the gun, using both of my hands to keep pressure on her wound.

"Johnny lift her-"

"Don't. I don't know if the bullet went all the way through or not." If the bullet did go through, she's bleeding through the other side too, and the floor is the only thing stopping her from bleeding to death.

"Help me put pressure, tilt her forward." I let Johnny tilt her forward slightly, thankfully, the bullet hadn't went all the way through. I felt so relieved.

"Okay take her but keep pressure or she's going to die." I look to the door as Jungwoo and Doyoung ran in. Jungwoo took my spot and kept his hands on the wound as Johnny walked off with her.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong grabs my arm.

I pull away from him, pushing him away. No i'm not okay. "This is your fault." I push him again but he doesn't take my words to heart.

"Don't do that." He grabs my wrist, "Blame me all you want. I'll drive you to the hospital." He picks the gun up and puts it in his pocket, walking me out of the building. I could hear sirens.

The car we took wasnt here so he put me in another car, Mark and Xiaojun running up to the car too.

"Let me see your hand." Taeyong holds his hand out.

"Dont talk to me." I move away from him.

"Seoyeon stop." He raises his voice, "Give me your hand."

I look him in the eye and then let my eyes trail round his body, he had a cut in his blazer, blood on his hands too.

I give him my hand and Mark uses a bottle of water to get rid of the blood, "Whatd you do to the guy?" Taeyong asks, rubbing my hands gently.

"I shot him, in the knees." I wipe my eyes quickly.

"Do you feel any pain?" Mark asks, "Anywhere?"

"No." I lie, my head hurts like a bitch.

"You did a good job-"

"I shot someone." I raise my voice at Taeyong, "And someone shot my best friend. How is that a good job?"

"Because if you didn't shoot him, both you and Minhee won't be alive." He raises his voice back, "Minhee will be fine-"

"She's bleeding, Taeyong! She's innocent, she's never did anything to hurt anyone her life." I shouldn't have allowed her to come.

"They both arrived at the hospital." Mark stops us from arguing, "Sungchans going in for surgery now and Minhee's being assessed."

"Sungchan?" I look to Taeyong.

"First bullet hit his chest." He looks down, "The guy that shot Minhee was the guy that shot him, you did us all a favour." He takes the gun out of his pocket, giving it to mark.

Suddenly, i didn't feel so bad about shooting the guy.

Xiaojun pulls up to a hospital and i get out immediately, my dress got blood stans and ripped slightly, eyes on me as i run in.

"Seoyeon." Johnny calls over, i run to him and hope for the best.

"She's in surgery now, they're removing the bullet. She lost a lot of blood but they think everything's going to run smoothly, she's going to recover well." He explains, so much weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"And Sungchan?" Mark asks, running up behind me.

"He's bleeding into his lungs, they're in surgery now trying to stop the bleeding but we don't know if it will work or when he'll be out."

I sit on the chair, i just felt so different. My eyes were heavy, i felt tired and drowsy, i felt weak... and that was one feeling i hated to feel.

"Seoyeon." Taeyong kneels on the floor in front of me. He looked extremely worried. My chest started to grow tight and i became out of breath.

"Hey." He grabs my hand.

Then, it all went black.

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