Gang life had always been a part of Ruby's life. She didn't like it, but she'd accepted it. Until a chance encounter brings her world crashing down around her. Held captive at the mercy of her father's biggest rival, Ruby's will and courage are put...
I woke up in Jimin's room, alone in bed. My head was spinning in circles as I tried to move my hands up to rub my eyes. I winced as a sudden pain rushed through my shoulder, spreading like wildfire across my chest. Hissing beneath my breath, I forced my head back into the pillow. Casting a glance to the window, I couldn't help but notice that a screen had been pulled up in front of it. It all came flooding back just as quickly as the pain in my shoulder.
I remembered the sudden feeling that had washed over me, the sickness in the pit of my stomach and the numbness that chased it down.
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"Hello Sleepy-Head! Try not to strain yourself. It was a through and through shot but it will still cause you quite a bit of pain." Jin headed over to the bed, helping me to sit up. My eyes fell to my shoulder. He must have patched it up as it was bandaged and packed quite tightly.
"Thanks Jin," I muttered, still wincing lightly. "Where is everybody?" I suddenly felt concerned. No one else had been hurt had they? Jin ruffled my hair as he perched himself on the edge of the bed.
"Hoseok and Jungkook went to check the ground for the shooter. Namjoon came to get Jimin about ten minutes after you passed out because they found someone. Taehyung went with those two and I said I would stay and keep an eye on you while you slept. As for Yoongi? He's probably asleep somewhere." I smiled lightly.
"I don't get it, Jin. Why would someone shoot me?" He rubbed my uninjured shoulder in reassurance.
"If it counts for anything, although I don't think it will - I don't think the shot was intended for you. If I had to work it out, I would say that they saw you in Jimin's clothes and assumed that you were him. We're working on the assumption that the bullet was meant for Jimin."
"Why would someone want to shoot Jimin though? Who-?" My brain didn't want to hear the answer to that question, the list of possible answers far too painful to bear.
"It could only have been on the orders of Mr Lim, this mysterious Jackson Wang or - your Father." He smiled once more, sympathetically.
"That's one for the Grandkids. And when I was eighteen, my own Father shot me." Jin moved over to the bedside table as he lifted a plate and carried it over.
"Chin up Sweetcheeks. I've made you a pick me up. Something to keep your strength up." He passed me the plate which was topped with an elaborately decorated chocolate cupcake.
"You made me a cake?" I cocked an eyebrow, picking it up and inspecting it. Where on earth had he found the time?
"I made a batch of them earlier for Hoseok's birthday. I thought you could do with one now though." I smiled at him gratefully as I picked at it with my fingers.
"Thank you Jin, I really do appreciate your kindness." I placed some of the cake into my mouth. It was delicious.
"Speaking of kindness..." He dropped his voice. "Jimin has been treating you right, hasn't he? I wouldn't like to think he -" He trailed off, concerned.
