AUTHOR POV:-
Jin, eyes wide with alarm, was the first to drop beside Kazuya, already barking orders. “Everyone, help me get him into the car! Now! He’s crashing fast!”
Jin as the only doctor in the group acted quickly.
Namjoon and Jungkook scrambled, carefully lifting Kazuya with Jin guiding the pressure points. Blood gushed out from the bullet wound, and Jin pressed hard, hands slick with crimson. “Keep talking to me, Kazuya. Stay with me!”
The rest of Lia’s soldiers stood still. With their queen dead, their fight died with her. One by one, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands. Surrendered. No more chaos. Only heavy breaths and the sting of smoke and blood in the air.
Taehyung and Jungkook loaded into one car with Kai and Hoseok, silent and grim. Kaito and Mingyu got into another, Mingyu pale, fingers still twitching from the gunshot that ended Lia. Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin, barely conscious, were in the main car.
Jimin lay securely in Yoongi’s lap, bruised, bleeding, but alive. Yoongi held him with one hand while trying to wrap a cloth around Jimin’s shoulder wound. Jin kept his hands working on Kazuya, who was gasping with every shallow breath.
“Keep him awake!” Jin shouted, his voice raw. “We’re ten minutes out! He needs a blood transfusion now!”
Yoongi looked down at Jimin, brushing the hair from his face, hand trembling. “Come on, baby. Wake up. Please, wake up. You’re safe now, Jiminie. Just a little more.”
Jimin whimpered faintly. His eyelids fluttered.
“Yoongi…?” he croaked.
Relief exploded across Yoongi’s face. “I’m here. I’m right here, Jimin. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Jimin clutched his shirt weakly. “Kazuya…Hyung ... he…?”
Yoongi hesitated. His throat tightened.
Behind them, Kazuya groaned, voice hoarse. “Still alive… idiot.”
Jimin choked a sob, curling tighter into Yoongi’s chest.
The ride was a blur of tears, blood, and desperation.
When they finally reached Jin’s hidden clinic beneath their mansion, his specialized medical team was already in place. Jin had prepared for this level of emergency before. But not like this. Never like this. He had treated his members wounds infinite times but he was scared because he knows there's literally very less chance for Kazuya to survive.
Kazuya was wheeled in immediately. IVs were plugged in, oxygen mask lowered onto his face. Jin stayed with him, working nonstop. Yoongi held Jimin in his arms the whole time, refusing to let go, whispering soothing words as Jimin cried silently.
But then, one of the assistants turned toward Jin, whispering something.
Kazuya was slipping away.
“He wants to see Jimin,” the assistant said quietly.
Jin turned to Yoongi, his face pale. “Bring him in. Now.”
Yoongi nodded, lifting Jimin gently and walking into the ICU room.
Kazuya lay there, eyes barely open, lips cracked, skin drained of color. Tubes ran across his chest, and machines beeped weakly beside him.
Jimin rushed to his side, holding his hand. “Kazuya.. hyung… please, stay with us. Please. I'm sorry I shouldn't have messaged you. ... This is all my fault ... I'm really sorry hyung.”
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