The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook quickly checked the person under him, neither of those bullets caught Y/n in one of those several trials. She didn't seem to be hurt, at least not physically, the teardrops piling up in her eyes showed how scared she was after the incident. He then checked over his shoulder, realizing there was no one in the room anymore.

But that man wasn't what worried him at that moment. Checking on her again, he tried to find something, the slightest wound in her body.

—I'm okay —she kept repeating, holding Jungkook's face to force him to stop and focus on her.

But when he looked down, seeing her lower body for the first time, he saw her covered in blood. His heart raced against his chest as he thought of the fastest way to get her out of there safely.

—How can you say you're okay? You're bleeding.

—It's not mine —she sobbed—. Stop moving.

When he was too busy protecting her to be aware of his own pain, Y/n kept feeling something liquid falling over her body. The first drops hit her collarbone, and it was then when she was aware of the thick line of blood that kept rolling over his shoulder down on her.

Trying to be as careful as possible, she moved under him, dragging her body to the side to be finally able to stand up while he sat on the bed, only being then when he was aware of his wound. A throbbing pain in his shoulder, and that ran from his bicep to the tip of his fingers, made him groan when he moved his arm to get his body to get up from the floor. Feeling that same pain after a few seconds when Y/n pressed one of the sheets in the bed against the wound.

His hand took her hand's place, pressing over the white fabric while he saw her getting dressed with his shirt and her panties that were still somewhere in the bathroom as fast she was able to, and ran outside. The only thing she wanted in that moment was to get help from anyone who was watching the house. But the five men that were supposed to be looking after Jungkook were all lying on the floor in different spots of the house, lifeless bodies surrounded by a pool of dark blood.

In any other circumstance, she would've panicked and would've been frozen on the spot. But there was something else that worried her more than the danger she was in, and it was the fact that Jungkook was bleeding out upstairs.

When she peeked inside her room breathless, he looked at her over his shoulder. The consequences of the wound started being more evident with every second that passed. His tanned skin turned paler than when she left him, and his face was covered with a thin coat of sweat as he clenched his jaw, trying to deal with the pain by himself. Just a look at her face and his suspicions were confirmed. All his men were dead.

—We need to get out of here —he whined as he made the attempt to stand up—. I need you to listen to me, okay? Get me a pair of jeans, and look at the drawer on the right of my bed, there's a gun hidden in it.

Y/n didn't think it twice, her body was moving to his order before she was able to think them through -not like she had time for it either. She had to get used to living like that, so the sooner she made the effort to adapt, the better.

She helped him put his pants on, and handed him the gun that she had left on the mattress before she started to dress him. Making sure that the wound would still be covered and pressed by the fabric, she ripped off the fabric and made a knot on his chest.

His instructions after that were clear: they needed to get out of there, and she'd be the one taking them both away. Jungkook knew it was probably too much to ask for, knowing she had never stepped outside without being guided by others; she suddenly had the responsibility to look after him until they got to the safe place.