MY SPECIAL AGENT

5' Phones

Word count: 1485

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Jaemin's POV

She came. Our stalker.

Or the one we are stalking.

Not we, Haechan.

Whatever. She's here in our house. And now passed out.

We all heard the gunshot from upstairs. Jeno and Mark sprung into action first. They went outside to try and catch whoever shot at us.

The rest of us ran upstairs to see if anybody got hurt. Only to find an angry Renjun with his gun out and a passed out Y/N in his arms.

His gun was pointing at his window, where the first bullet came from.

Haechan collected her from Renjun's arms and picked her up. Bridal style. To his room.

"Jaemin, come with me. Chenle and Jisung, outside! Cover us." He ordered before entering his room.

Now on a normal day I wouldn't have listened to Haechan but this was serious.

I run straight to his cupboard and bring out the first aid kit.

I set it on the bedside table and ask Haechan to move so I can examine her.

I am no doctor but I had sufficient knowledge about such things.

"It's just shock. Everything else is fine." I conclude after feeling for her heart which is still beating. Really fast.

"Go Haechan, I'll stay with her."

Only because they needed him. Haechan knew everything.

From which types of bullets came from which gun to exactly where the shooter was situated.

He leaves and I sit beside the girl.

She's literally out cold.

I have nothing to do so I study her face.

Long eyelashes.

Defined eyebrows.

Smooth skin.

She's cute. Her cheeks are kind of chubby.

I didn't have time to decide that when so much was happening.

But she seems like someone who I'd like to be friends with.

My phone buzzes next to me. I answer it and walk away from Y/N, towards the window.

"Yes?"

"Seems like someone followed Renjun and Haechan here on their way back."

Mark speaks straight away.

I glance back at Y/N to make that sure she is still unconscious.

"How? They were supposed to be careful."

"They were. Renjun was on his phone the whole time checking if they were being followed. Everything was clear then. There were no traces at all."

He continues sounding firm, rational but worried.

"If there are no traces left, then that means-"

"Yes, exactly Jaemin. You know what that means." He finishes and hangs up.

I glance back at Y/N and she shifts as if she's about to wake up.

I rush beside her again and her eyes shoot open.