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3rd Person P.O.V

  Jungguk sighed, as he looked back at the sleeping figure in the medical room. Why he made the decision to bring her here instead of a hospital was unknown to him. All he knew was she was hurt and he technically just saved her.

   Jungguk looked away from the room and began to walk away from it.

"Ugh" Y/N groans. Her head was banging and she couldn't really feel her leg.

"Mom" she called out unconsciously.  In her dream world, her mother was there, serving her, her sister and her father breakfast on a sunny and beautiful morning. They talked and laughed. But then, she was back at the club, on the floor covers in blood. She could hear her mother yelling her name even though she wasn't really there. She laid there motionless as a tall, well-built, and black haired man picked her up with ease.

Y/N's eyes shot open as she breathed heavily. She slowly, trying not to hurt her self, moved her head around the room to see where she was. Is this a hospital? you thought.

The room looked like a hospital. White walls, medical instruments, and that distinct smell of medicine. You felt a bit relieved at the thought that you were in a hospital and still not in that bloody club, or worse in a morgue. But one thing that made you a confused was as to why there was a gun, that you just had noticed, on the bed opposite to you.

Maybe they found it on a person. You tried to reason with your self. You closed your eyes as you felt them drooping but then you heard voices.

"Did she wake up yet?" said a man with a deep voice.

"I don't think so Taehyung" sighed another man. "But I did hear that Jungguk was hear last so you could ask him"

The other man named, Taehyung, scoffed. " as if he'd answer anything I'd ask. He just ignores me and don't lie he does it to you as well"

Jimin, the other male in the conversation replied with " Your right, but don't you think we should check up on her"

You couldn't hear the other man answered. Who were they talking about? you thought. We're they talking about me? But why would they be talking about me .. unless,...we're they the ones who saved me or-

Your train of thought was broken as someone entered the room. Your eyes popped open and two tall, and handsome men walked into the room. One had bright red hair, wore a headband and had a large black jacket with a small eagle badge sewed onto the left arm of the clothing.

And the other one had blond hair, a cross earing and a similar black jacket. They looked familiar but you just didn't know where.

The moment they entered the room, they gave off a tough and Confident aura. They were well-built and very lean.

   There's no one else but me in this room you thought who are they here to see?

"Finally you're awake," said the one with red hair, Taehyung, slightly smiling. You were a bit confused. Was he talking to me?  He could tell you were confused.

"You don't remember us do you" the blond one, Jimin, chuckled. "Were the men that u saw at the front of the club" he slightly smirked thinking about how scared you got seeing him.

Oh my god, you remembered. You thought it would be a good time to ask questions so you did.

"How di-did I get h-here?" You mentally cursed your self for stuttering like that. Jimin smirk only grew bigger. She's still scared of us he thought this is gonna be fun.

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