"Tell me Y/N how does it feel to be Seoul's most known killer and successfully fake your own death?"
trigger warming: mention of death, drug use, gore and violent language.
Yoongi was still heavily breathing as the sweat made his hair stick to his pale skin, it was obvious that he's in a lot of pain.
My heart clenched at the sight that was infront of me he just looked so powerless like a complete different person from what I knew but there was nothing I could do right now in order to help.
The sound of bullets being shot didn't ease the situation as one of my hands rested on Yoongi's back helping him sit up my other squeezed my gun pointing at the entrance in anticipation of someone bursting in.
If I couldn't heal his wounds the least I was capable of is to protect him at this moment, that's was all that I thought of. By now all the anger that was once held in me from our previous fight had suddenly disappeared my bruised hands didn't hurt anymore.
I wanted to tell him that "it's okay" and "everything is fine we'll all get out of here safely" but as more time passed by the confidence of those words started to wither away.
Sat almost paralyzed on the cold floor surrounded by all kinds of fungus and broken glass a hand weakly landed on my shoulder "Y/N ... I'm cold" Yoongi half whispered, his body was uncontrollably shaking as his lips turned all shades of blue and purple.
I took off my cardigan and placed it around him. With a quick movement I was pulled into a tight embrace Yoongi clung onto my body like a koala to its tree. I guess compared to him my body heat was like a radiator right now. Not thinking much I hugged him back and suddenly I felt at peace.
Just as Yoongi's breathing started to calm itself down Namjoon and Hoseok bursted in the door, I haven't even realized that the ear wrecking sounds of guns shot has now finished.
Both of them picked up their boss wrapping his arms around their broad shoulders. They stayed quiet leaving the room, as soon as we walked out of the scent of raw blood filled my nose.
Blood on the walls, windows and floor. The red liquid covered everything in some corners dead bodies were visible hanging loosely on the stairway or laid down on the hard ground all of them covered in holes from bullets still holding strongly onto their weapons.
Among them a strangely happy Taehyung jumped around. His dark eyes were full of excitement as his manly hands picked at the corpse all around him. One of his long fingers dug into a dead mans eye squeezing it with hi nails until the juices mixed in with more blood came out.
My insides turned at such sight I could feel vomit come up in my throat. I got worried for his sanity who made you like this I thought to myself. "Tae no don't touch that-" I heard someone scream at the back.
Gaining courage to glance back my sight focused on Taehyung now being pulled away from the body by the strong pair of hands that belonged to Jungkook. He looked disappointed at his boyfriends actions and quickly started wiping his stained hands with some tissue as the other looked away pouting like a child that just got covered in paint that he decided to play with.
The whole scene looked bizarre they really are a one of a kind couple a maniac and his submissive other. I laughed in my head but it wasn't the right time I looked back to Yoongi and he looked paler than the dead sea of men lying around.
Finally stepping out of the crippled building I was blinded by the sun. The fresh air filled my lungs and it felt like I haven't been outside for years.
Right outside the entrance stood the usual black van which had Jin in the driver seat his expression shower nothing but worry as he'd seen the state everyone was in.
Climbing in we were met with Jimin, wires were scattered all over the vehicle which all connected to his laptop. He immediately jumped up and pulled out the first aid kit taking out some clean bandages.
Namjoon laid the injured man on the spare seat and rushed to the front. Slamming the door as he hoped in.
Pulling Yoongi's top up Jimin was met by a huge hole that seemed to have started to become infected. Hissing at the ugly sight he started to try and cleanse all off the dirt and dried blood off.
"Do you think hyung is gonig to be fine?" Jimin looked up at me with his teary eyes.
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All of his cockiness seemed to fade away he looked like a lost puppy. Placing my hand on his I gave him a reassuring smile but truly i didn't know myself. That wound looked deadly.
"We need to take him to the hospital" Hoseok said in a concerned tone. "And tell them what of our boss was walking down the street and suddenly got a piece of flesh taken out of him, that's the straight road to jail for all of us" Jin commented, the atmosphere sure didn't feel easy everything was slowly falling apart we needed a stern hand telling what to do in such situation.
"Namjoon, we have no choice call him" Yoongi's shakingly whispered before his energy fully gave out. Even though it was very quiet it was enough for everyone to hear.
