Supremacy || Taekook

22

"Keep your eyes open, Jungkook!" I felt like I was being shaken all over the place. My eyes slowly opened on their own, and I almost wanted to cry when I realized that I hadn't left the party fairground.

I saw the faint neon lights pass before my eyes on the fronts of the stands, fewer and fewer in number; we were leaving that place, but I was not able to walk.

Someone was carrying me. My vision was blurry when I opened my eyelids, but it was with relief that I recognized Jimin, who was holding me tightly against him.

He was breathing quickly, looking distressed, as he walked quickly, pressing my body tightly against his so I wouldn't get thrown around in all directions.

"Jimin..." The latter looked at me, a small smile on his lips.

"It's over. Don't worry. -Where are we going...? -You need care. We're going to go to Namjoon's hotel and he's going to treat you, he's doing well in that regard. The bullet didn't stay in your body, he'll just have to treat you."

"-I-I..." My eyes closed again. And Sungra? Hanseul? Jin?

"Oh m-my God, Jin! It's h-him! Jimin- -Calm down, we'll explain everything to you later, ok? But please stay calm." Jimin urged me in a reassuring voice.

However, I could tell he was tense. I wanted to sit up a little but a sharp pain made me scream suddenly, making my colleague stop.

"Jungkook !" I couldn't speak as the pain swallowed up all the lucidity I still had. I writhed in the arms of my friend, who hurried away, ignoring my desperate calls.

He accelerated and I even felt him suddenly start running.

After a few minutes, Jimin seemed to stop and started talking to someone other than me.

"Take my keys, they're in my right pocket." he ordered to another person I didn't see. What was certain was that it wasn't Taehyung.

I then heard a car door open and my body was gently dropped into the back seats, making me grunt in pain. I placed a hand on my hip and felt a bead of sweat run down my temple as two people climbed into the front seat. I quickly realized that we were in Jimin's car, and that the person next to him was Yoongi; I recognized his voice as he dictated the address of Namjoon's hotel.

"T-Taehyung... Where is-is... Taehyung..." I stuttered painfully. Talking seemed to drain me of my energy; God, I was realizing that I had been shot. It was totally surreal. How could this have happened to me? Jin... Why? Because of Taehyung? No, no, there must have been another reason. He wouldn't have done this in front of my superior's eyes...

Yoongi turned to me and I was surprised when I felt him wipe my sweating forehead with a tissue before answering me.

"He's taking care of Sungra. He'll arrive later, stay strong and don't fall asleep." my eldest called to me. I swallowed hard and nodded. We then left the port in this car which seemed stifling to me, and between the exchanges of my two colleagues on a subject that I could not follow and my groans of pain, silence did not reign that evening in the passenger compartment of iron.

The journey was not long; Fortunately for me. With difficulty, I was taken out of the car when we arrived at the hotel, and Jimin took me back in his arms.

He stopped in front of the double doors and glanced at me.

"Jungkook, try not to moan and pretend to be asleep, we're going to go past the reception to get upstairs. Just a few seconds."

"M-mmh..." I squealed, my face buried against his chest and shortness of breath.

I felt him enter the hotel lobby and closed my eyes. I did the best I could to still my body, feigning a deep sleep.