The CEO and the Angel: A short story

Part 7

He doesn't know when the paramedics took Tae's body from him, he knows he didn't want to let go, but Namjoon pulled him back. He can't remember how he got to the hospital, but he remembers seeing the one guy sitting on his angel's legs, doing CPR all the way into the operating theatre, never giving up trying to keep the boy alive. He doesn't know when he collapsed on the floor and nurses quickly put him on a bed, he can't remember his cries and screams, begging them to save his baby, his angel, his heart, his life. He can't remember when the sedative kicked in and he passed out. All he can remember are the blood, the blue eyes closing and the body going limp.

Jungkook woke up after a few hours, Namjoon sitting next to him, eyes swollen and red from crying. Jungkook feared the reason why Namjoon would look like this. He started shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no...he is not d...No No!!!!!" He couldn't even say the word, dead, no, it can't be. They promised to never leave each other. Namjoon quickly shook his head "He is still in the operating theatre, it's has been 4 hours, they are still fighting. Stay positive Kook, they are not giving up and we will not either. I just cried too much, first Tae, then you and then Jimin also collapsed. It has been hell for all of us, but we are all here, we will be together, and we will be here when Tae wakes up. Nobody is going anywhere. Come, let's go to the others if you are up to it." Jungkook got up, legs wobbly. He looked at the blood on his shirt, his hands and arms have been cleaned though. With Namjoon's help, he joined the others in the waiting room. There was not one pair of eyes that were not red and swollen.

The door opened and an older gentleman walked in, clearly European, grey hair, piercing green eyes, at a guess 60 years old, carrying a small sports bag. Bogum and Minho got up, bowing. "BG, M, how is V, still in theatre?" "Yes director, it's been 4 hours, we are still praying and waiting" The man looked at all the friends sitting there, noticing the state of them all. "Which one of you is Jeon Jungkook?" Jungkook stood up, legs almost giving in, Hobi jumped up, helping him to stand and bow. "I am Jungkook, Sir" "So you are man who stole our V's heart and made him so happy. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jungkook, though I wish it was under other circumstances. I am the Director of V's team, so you could say his direct boss. And you are all his new friends, no wonder he was so happy every time we spoke on the phone. He is blessed to have you all here for him" No-one knew what to say, the puzzle that is Taehyung just got more complicated. The director opened the bag and took out some t-shirts, giving one to Jungkook to change out of his bloodied shirt, also to Bogum and Minho, who also had blood on their clothes.

Just then, the door to the theatre opened and a very tired looking doctor walked out, removing his green mask and mop cap. "The next of kin of Kim Taehyung?" Jungkook and the director walked closer. "I am his legal guardian, and this is his boyfriend" the director told the doctor. "It was touch and go for a while, the bullet that hit the bullet proof vest made small fragments pierce into his chest, some were very close to his heart and lungs, even his aorta, that was the blood coming from his mouth, it took very long to remove them all, the shoulder wound bled a lot, but as it was a through and through, it was not difficult to stitch up. The reason his heart stopped was the impact of the bullet at too close a distance with the vest. If he did not wear the vest, the bullet would have gone straight through his heart. So, yes, it saved his life for sure. He should wake up in about 2 hours, we will move him to the private room as instructed by his employer, of which I believe you are a representative?" "Yes, I am his direct superior and as you saw in the directive no information or pictures of him are allowed to leave his room. Everything will be handed over to me on his release." "Yes, Sir, we also kept the mask on during the operation as directed by a BG, on pain of death, as per his words" The director smiled slightly, yes, his team will protect each other.

Hearing the news that Tae will be ok, Jungkook's legs gave out and he sank to his knees, his friend immediately surrounding him, they did not hear what the dr said and now expected the worst. "Kook, please...what did he say..." Jin asked, his voice breaking. "He will be ok, they saved him." Jungkook sobbed loudly, in relief. All of them laughed and cheered softly, not making too much noise, hugging each other. The director slowly helped Jungkook of the floor, walking him to a chair. "So, Jungkook, tell me about you and V?" The authoritative but kind voice made Jungkook look up. He looked at the kind eyes of the older man and couldn't help himself from telling him about his Tae, his love, his life. After talking for about two hours, the doctor came in, taking them to the room where Tae was. The other's noticed the two guards at the door, but now that they knew a bit more about Tae's life and work, they understood the precaution.

Jungkook walked in with the director, looking at the love of his life surrounded by machines and IV's stands, an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. He walked slowly closer, a bit scared to be honest. He took the small hand lying on the bed, holding it softly with both of his. "Tae, baby? Can you hear me love? We are all here for you angel, waiting for you to open your beautiful eyes my love." Bending over the boy, he softly kissed his forehead. "I love you angel, come back to me now, ok? I can't live without you next to me, please love, wake up" The director looked at the scene and made a decision on a request from V he received 2 days ago. That is why he was in Seoul, to have a one-on-one meeting with V, but then Bogum's frantic phone call. He knew he will not be popular after this, but he can't let all V's hard work and talent just go to waste. The company still owns him, his contract is far from over. He still has 4 years left. He is still young, 4 years will mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, and there are still too many crimes to be solved.

The director turned and left the room, taking out his phone. Time to bring the board up to date.