Blinding white lights.
Pain unrivalled by any other.
The sterilized smell of a hospital.
Slowly blinking her eyes open, Dahyun was met with nothing but white and a heavy plastic mass over her mouth. An oxygen mask, perhaps?
Her head hurt like crazy, and suddenly she could remember everything that had happened: how she was speeding to meet a client when she felt something hit her shoulder, and the next second her car was overturned by the side of the highway. How long had she been here? Were her friends okay?
Dahyun sat up groggily, trying not to accidentally displace any wires, but the intense, sharp pains in her shoulder made her stop halfway. She carefully removed the oxygen mask from her face; it was annoying her anyway and she needed her phone to call the others. To her surprise, doctors and nurses began filing into the room.
"She's awake!" One yelled, presumably to his colleagues outside, and she was promptly forced back into bed while the doctors and nurses conducted tests on her.
"Wait! I need to see if my friends are okay!" She tried to scream, but her voice came out in a hoarse whisper as she tried to sit up.
"Sit back, child, this is for your own good," a nurse snapped, pushing Dahyun back down. Another nurse, her back tuned to Dahyun, was mumbling strange words. She turned around, revealing a scalpel that probably shouldn't have been as sharp as it was. She pointed the scalpel at her threateningly, and while Dahyun struggled more doctors held her down.
"Relax, girl, this won't hurt," one laughed.
No, no, no, no!
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"No!"
Dahyun awoke again in the same hospital bed, still aching, and to her relief no doctors or nurses rushed in. To her left, there was a figure slumped over her lap, sitting in a clear plastic stool that hospitals had. She looked closer and found that it was Momo on her, and Dahyun tried to gently prise her legs away from Momo's upper body.
The older girl snapped awake immediately, and seeing Dahyun awake, she nearly let out one of her signature ear-piercing trills. However, noting Dahyun's condition, she instead settled on yelling at the others to get into the damn ward.
And not long after, 7 girls were standing by her bedside, smiling at Dahyun. 7 girls—weren't there 9 girls in her unit?
"Where's Nayeon unnie?" She asked, and Jeongyeon cleared her throat.
"She had an assignment," she answered, and everyone in the room stared at her questioningly.
"Anyway," Jihyo said, breaking the silence, "I hope you're all well and rested, Dahyun. All your pending assignments have been cancelled and that client you were meeting has been compensated. It's currently 2 hours till visiting hours are over, and as much as we would like to let you rest, Park Jinyoung has been adamant that you tell us what happened immediately so that he can send Felix and the gang to hunt down the shooter, so if you wouldn't mind, Dahyun, we'd like to take a statement of sorts."
Dahyun nodded and began to recount what had happened in the accident, as fuzzy as the memory seemed, she could tell based on the precision that the shooter was no joke and as such was probably from the Big 3. Mina also told her that the shape of the bullet impact on the windshield showed that the gun used had been a specific kind of sniper rifle that was extremely expensive and hard to import, thereby confirming her suspicions that the shooter had been from the Big 3.
After that, all her memories were pretty much useless, so the girls spent the rest of the time talking and laughing until visiting hours were over.
"Sorry Dahyun, but we have to go. Get to bed as soon as we leave, okay? Make sure you get better soon, and I'll make sure Nayeon unnie comes and visits you soon!" Mina said. In the far corner of the ward, Jeongyeon shuffled nervously.
Dahyun nodded and lay back in her bed, falling asleep not long after.
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"5 minutes from the drop-off point, get ready."
Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé and Lisa nodded at Seungri's instruction. He was one of the nicest people left at YG and was also a trusted man of Yang Hyun Suk's, which was why he was assigned to assist the girls on their mission.
"Remember the drill?" Lisa asked Rosé softly, and the latter nodded. Seungri would drop them in an alleyway several hundred metres from the ambush point, and from there the girls would climb a fire escape onto the roof. They would then travel across several other rooftops (one of which Rosé would be stationed on as a sniper) using pre-installed wooden planks until they were on a low roof just above the street where Bangtan Sonyeondan would ambush the JYP girls, and just as the fight was getting intense and tiring both sides out, the remaining 3 girls would swoop in and take the rest out. Seungri would then drive the van by, and the 12 unconscious people would be loaded into the back and taken back to YG, where Yang Hyun Suk would decide what to do with them. Simple enough, right?
"Approaching drop-off point in twenty seconds," Seungri announced, snapping Rosé out of her thoughts. Right, down to business then?
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"I see them," Jeon Jeongguk said.
"So can I, you dumbass they're literally 10 feet away from us," Suga snapped.
"Both of you shut up. Jungkook, you surround them from behind. Suga, you take left and V will take right. J-hope and Jin will take front, and I'll support all of you. Jimin, you in position up there?"
Jimin, still recovering from Yeri's bullet, replied with a yes as her aimed through his rifle.
"Good. The targets are approaching, good luck," RM concluded, pulling on his mask.
Here we go...
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This chapter was originally so much longer (like nearly 10k), but I cut it down and the rest will be published in the next chapter. Sorry.
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the game ➳ kpop au
Fanfictionlife is but a power struggle, for whoever can control most wins. in which kpop never existed and all the entertainment companies are just mafias and street gangs trying to outdo each other. this might be extremely cringey and bad :(