MAFIA QUEEN'S ENEMY MAFIA KING

MISSION (INJURED)

**The Mission**

The mission was a high-stakes operation targeting a notorious rival gang's stronghold. JK and YN led their respective teams, each determined to outmaneuver the other while also ensuring their primary objective was achieved. The tension between them was palpable, their rivalry adding an edge to the already dangerous mission.

As they infiltrated the enemy base, the air was filled with the sound of gunfire and explosions. JK moved with precision, his focus unwavering. He knew YN was somewhere in the chaos, and though they were on the same side for this mission, old habits of distrust and competition were hard to shake.

**The Battle**

The enemy was well-prepared, and the mission quickly turned into a brutal firefight. JK and his team pushed forward, securing key positions and taking down enemy combatants. Amidst the chaos, JK spotted YN, her movements swift and deadly as she fought her way through the enemy lines.

Despite their differences, there was an unspoken understanding between them. They covered each other’s backs, their combat skills complementing each other’s perfectly. For a moment, it felt like they were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with.

But then, disaster struck. In the heat of battle, an explosion rocked the area, sending debris flying. JK was thrown to the ground, dazed and disoriented. When he regained his senses, he saw YN lying unconscious, a large wound in her chest. His heart clenched with fear and worry.

**The Aftermath**

The mission had been intense, with both sides suffering significant losses. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood, and the once pristine mission site was now a battlefield littered with debris and fallen bodies. JK moved through the wreckage, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of YN. His heart pounded with a mixture of worry and determination, his mind replaying the chaotic moments of the mission over and over.

Then he saw her. YN lay unconscious among the rubble, a large wound in her chest bleeding profusely. A sense of dread washed over JK as he rushed to her side. He dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse. Relief flooded through him when he found it, weak but present.

“Hang on, YN,” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with desperation.

**The Race Against Time**

JK quickly assessed the severity of her wound. The bleeding was severe, and he knew he had to act fast. He tore off a piece of his shirt and pressed it against the wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood. With one hand applying pressure, he reached for his phone and called for emergency medical assistance.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited for help to arrive. He kept talking to YN, urging her to stay with him. “Don’t you dare give up on me, YN. You’re stronger than this. You’ve survived worse.”

When the paramedics finally arrived, JK insisted on accompanying YN to the hospital. He refused to leave her side, his protective instincts overpowering any thoughts of their complicated past. As they sped through the city streets, he held her hand, his mind racing with fears and memories of their tumultuous relationship.

**Taking Her to His Mansion**

Once at the hospital, the doctors stabilized YN, but JK was unsatisfied with her being left alone in an unfamiliar environment. He decided to take her to his mansion, where he could personally oversee her recovery. Gently lifting her into his car, he drove with utmost care, his mind occupied with thoughts of her safety.

Upon arrival at his mansion, he carried her inside and laid her on a bed. The sight of her pale face and the wound on her chest tore at his heart. He knew he had to treat her wound, but the thought of causing her any more pain made his hands tremble.

“I need to treat your wound, YN,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, just hold on.”

He gathered the necessary supplies and returned to her side. As he began to clean the wound, YN stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She winced in pain and tried to sit up, but JK gently pushed her back down.

“Don’t move,” he said softly. “I’m trying to help you.”

She nodded weakly, her eyes locking onto his. “Thank you, JK.”

**A Tense Moment**

As he worked, JK’s focus was entirely on her wound. He was almost finished when he realized he needed to bandage her chest. The only way to do it properly was to remove her top, but the thought made him hesitate.

“YN, I need to bandage your wound properly,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ll need to remove your top.”

She nodded, her face flushing slightly. “Do what you have to do.”

With shaking hands, JK carefully removed her top, revealing the full extent of her injury. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but the sight of her bare skin made his heart race. He could feel a strange sensation in his body, a mix of protectiveness and something deeper that he couldn’t quite identify.

He bandaged her wound as quickly and gently as possible, trying to ignore the growing tension between them. When he was done, he handed her a shirt to cover herself, but she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“JK, I… I can’t move much. Can you help me?”

His breath caught in his throat, but he nodded. “Of course.”

**The Shower**

The next few days were a blur of pain and recovery for YN. JK was always by her side, tending to her needs and ensuring she was comfortable. When it became clear that she needed to bathe, he hesitated, unsure of how to approach the situation.

“YN, you need a bath,” he said one evening, his voice gentle but firm. “I can help you, if you’re comfortable with that.”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with trust. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

He smiled softly. “No, you don’t. But I promise to be respectful.”

He helped her to the bathroom, supporting her as she walked. Once there, he started the water and carefully helped her undress. She winced as the movement aggravated her wound, but she bit her lip and endured it.

JK guided her into the tub, his hands steady but his mind in turmoil. As he gently washed her, he couldn’t help but notice the way her body responded to his touch. Her skin was soft and warm, and the sight of her vulnerable in the water stirred something deep within him.

YN noticed his tension and tried to lighten the mood. “You know, this isn’t exactly how I imagined our first bath together would be.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting hers. “Me neither. But I’m glad I’m here to help you.”

As he continued to wash her, their conversation grew more relaxed. They talked about the mission, their shared past, and the complicated feelings that had developed between them. JK found himself opening up to her in ways he had never done before, and YN felt a sense of connection she hadn’t realized she craved.

After the bath, JK helped YN back to her bed, wrapping her in a soft towel. He sat beside her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and something deeper.

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