him & i | park joonggil imagines

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idea credit : BiggestFan104 <3 — when i don't have ideas i run to them.

so, park joonggil x fem! mafia leader~~ but he's not a grim reaper this time.

mafia leader, name will be jane.
right hand woman will be, lily.

and ik this imagine sounds so mf unrealistic like the movies but.. i can't really write that well lmao
i read a lot of mafia stories but to put em into words, that i'm bad at.

— ꪶ ♡゙ ꫂ —

"boss! hurry!" lily yelled, index finger pressed against the trigger as she fired bullets at the detective. "dammit, run!" you yelled as you stretched to grab your leg in pain. you hissed, as you crouched behind the old abandoned building. you pulled the magazine and inserted a few more bullets before slamming it shut. you sighed heavily, running your fingers through your hair. you looked at lily as she nodded. she creeps out of the shadows a little as she peeks her head out.

bang! bang! "we need to leave," you whispered to her, struggling to get on your feet. you groaned in pain as you leaned against the wall. "we need to split up." you suggested, lily snaps her head towards you. "you can't! you're hurt!" she whispered-yelled. "i'll be fine, you shouldn't get caught, okay?" you raised your brow as she nodded at your instructions.

bang! bang! bang!

you heard in the distance, limping towards your escape route. you hopped over the fence despite an injured leg. you stopped for a second, groaning in pain before running towards another building, in the loneliest area. you quickly hopped the fence before dropping onto the pile of leaves in pain, reaching for your leg. you grumbled, before pushing yourself up and running towards the direction of the building.

you struggled as you pulled yourself onto the cornice of the window, climbing onto the second floor. the building that was once a big hospital, now holds a few workers. you clutched the branches, dragging your injured leg behind you. you slowly made your way across the thin ledge, climbing up into the window. you grabbed onto the windowsill as you struggled to lift yourself up but that didn't stop you as you tried with all your might.

you dropped onto the floor, groaning in pain. you cursed silently, stretching your arm in the air, grabbing on any hard surface to lift yourself up. you cursed yourself when a tray of utensils fell to the floor.

"shit."

suddenly, the room was brightened. a tall handsome man entering the room. you gasped, bracing yourself against the wall. he scanned the room, eyes landing on the tray that had fell on the floor, then onto your injured figure. blood trickled down your open wound, you avoided eye contact with him. you felt his piercing gaze on you, you closed your eyes and sighed.

"a-are you okay? wait, you're bleeding." he spoke, quickly hurrying to you. "no! don't touch me," you hissed, pulling your blouse to reveal your gun. "but you're hurt, it must be painful." he persisted, crouching down to inspect the wound. "i said don't-" you were interrupted mid sentence, a gasp leaving your lips as he carried you in his arms.

he carried you, placing you down onto the hospital bed. he seated himself by the bed, grabbing the first aid kit, where he started by cleaning your wound. the stinging feeling in your leg began to grow painfully. he pulled out forceps, extracting the bullet. you shifted in pain a few times, making it hard for him to take care of the wound. "so, what's your name?" he asked, lifting his head to meet your eyes. "you can call me jane, yours?" you replied. "park joonggil," he spoke, grabbing the bandaid tape carefully wrapping around the wound.