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We all sat there quietly for about what felt for two hours. I didn't know why we weren't leaving yet but I just played along and didn't ask questions.
"Did you lock all the doors jungkook?" Namjoon asked. We all knew he already had but it was obvious that namjoons paranoia was to the roof.
"Fuck" yoongi grunted, lifting up his shirt to look at his bloody gunshot wound.
I just watched him suffer in pain and agony. How did it feel to be a mafia who has finally gotten a taste of his own medicine?
Yoongi shot me a glance, he looked at me through his eyebrows, watching how I watched him in full on curiosity.
He began to snicker, holding one hand over his wound.
"You think this is the first time??" He laughed
I rolled my eyes, looking away. Now pinning my eyes on jungkook who kept constantly looking at his watch almost as if he was waiting for something. His leg bounced up and down anxiously.
"It's time." He softly said "but they never came..."you could hear sad and worry in his delicate voice. He looked up at Namjoon almost as if asking him for directions with his wide eyes.
"It's just us now." Namjoon gulped. I had never seen him this nervous before.
"We have no men how the fuck are we supposed to do this?!" Hobi screamed out. Considering the fact that he was usually always happy, i could tell that whatever was about to happen wasn't just bad.
All the boys had intense worried looks on their faces.
What the hell was going on?
They all began to load their guns. It was obvious that another shoot out was about to happen.
"We're all gonna fucking die." Angel said softly.
Yoongi quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began to wrap his wound with bandages, Jimin lended him a hand for help.
Jungkook walked towards me quickly, aggressively grabbing my face.
"Don't try to fucking escape." He scolded me as if I was some fucking child
