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☆ Bodyguard☆Jay ☆

Your family is involved with the mafia, well just your parents. But they didnt want to drag you into it, because they wanted you to live as a 'normal girl'.

But you having bodyguards following you everywhere wasnt quite normal.

"Y/N Where are you?!"

You're parents told you that your old bodyguard died in a crash on her way here. She was your favourite bodyguard, she treated you so well and even taught you more ways to protect yourself. She knew how to handle you more than you parents. She was basically your second mother.
Hearing that she died, you ran away in tears not accepting her death.

You heard your parents calling your name saying they found someone better.
You couldn't just let then replace your favourite bodyguard.

But you now regretted running away because you have been kidnapped by a rival gang.

Your face is bleeding from the hits they did on you before tossing you in a room and shutting the door. You were in pain. Everything ached.
You trued your best to defend yourself but you were not strong enough and you were out numbered.

You're now sitting against a wall, heavily breathing and grunting in pain before you hear gunshots and screams go off in the other room.

The door opens, and you see a man walking in with blood splattered on him.

"Your father hired me." That is all he says as he kneels down to grab your face and inspect it.

"Are you okay?" He asks you, and you can see the gunshot on his clothes, and he keeps his eyes on you, not moving much as he waits for you.

You feel a sharp pain in your chest, and you look down at a bullet hole that has blood coming out of it. It wasn't there before.
"Oh, you have a bullet wound." He adds.

"Who are you?!"

"I was hired to protect you." He glances at you for a second before looking away.
He stays where he is.

"We have to get to the hospital. You got a bullet wound in your chest that needs to be taken care of." He adds.

"Im fine"

"Oh no, you're clearly not. We're going to the hospital and getting that bullet taken care of right now." He says it with a serious look on his face.

"Just don't touch me."

"Why not?" he asks, keeping eye contact with you. He stays where he is. "I need to get that bullet out. It will kill you if I don't." He says.
"The bullet's embedded deep in you, right by your lungs. It's going to take a bit of force."
He adds. He walks towards you, and you feel his hands on your chest.

He wasnt wrong, so you just let him do this thing.

"F-fine, just be careful."

He presses his fingers against your chest, putting pressure on the bullet wound. You feel a sharp pain, and you want to pull away, but your strength leaves you the moment his fingers touch you.

"It hurts so bad"

"I need you to stay still. I'm going to pull the bullet out now. This is going to hurt. I'm sorry." He says he's keeping his focus on what he's doing and not looking at you.

You feel such a sharp shooting pain when he pulls it out. Your throat chokes up, and your eyes tear up instantly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry-" He says it with a straight face.

He quickly covers the wound up to stop any bleeding, and then places a hand on your forehead. You feel his warmth radiate onto your skin. He then picks you up with one arm, carrying your bridal style, which makes you blush slightly.

-At the hospital-

You see people stare as he walks and gets into the hospital; they have no idea that he's your bodyguard.

He keeps his face neutral as he walks in.
He's still carrying you, and he heads to the check-in counter and asks for a doctor immediately. A lady grabs an emergency cart and follows him.

Once in the emergency room, he puts you down on the bed and watches as the doctors and nurses examine your condition.
He nods at them, and they go to work.

One doctor starts treating your gunshot wound, while the other starts wrapping up your wounds around your body. The guy keeps his eyes on you, making sure they do a good job.

The two doctors work with each other to treat your wounds, putting on bandages and wrapping them up.

The guy who saved you stays where he is, not moving much, his eyes fixated on you still.

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Once the doctor finishes up your surgery and wipes the sweat off his forehead, he sighs.
"She's gonna be okay. I've never seen anyone that close to death." He adds.

Your breathing is heavy, your eyes are closed, and you're still unconscious.
The other doctor nods, and they walk off.

The guy who found you walks over to the bed and looks at your resting body. You start to wake up, keeping your eyes close.
You can hear his breath as he stares at you, and you notice he's staring at your lips.

"Thank you," you managed to say.

"Don't worry about it," he mutters, not moving away from the bed. He looks at you softly; your face is red, and you have a smile on your lips.

He stays there for an hour, watching over you until the doctors clear you. When they do, he stands up and waits by the side of the bed.

"What's your name?" you say, opening your eyes adjusting to the bright white light.

"Jay"

"Im Y/N," you say as he chuckles, "I know."

"Um... are you going to be my personal bodyguard now?"

"Your father's going to want me to be your bodyguard." He admits. "It's a dangerous life, but if you agree... Yes, I'll be your bodyguard."

You nod as he adds one thing:
"One rule"

"What?"

"If I tell you to run and we're in a dangerous situation, run without looking back. Or if I tell you to hide, Trust and have faith in me, and do exactly as I say." He adds.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me; you just have to go for your safety.
Your father hired me to protect you.
So that's my job."

After the conversation, you saw your parents rushing into the hospital room.

"Y/! You're alright!" Your mother cried.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Your father looks at Jay.
"Ive seen you meet."
He paused. "Are you okay with him being your bodyguard?" He asked

Jay looks at you nervously.

"Completely fine." You smile