After limping their way to a more safe location, the three boys practically flop onto the floor, groaning in pain. "Who wants to help me take the bullet out of my thigh," Taeyong asks, half joking. Haechan just gives him a disturbed look. "We'll get the bullet out of your arm first, I know it hurts. You're going to want to punch me while I take it out, so please hold something so you don't." Haechan nods and wads his shirt up and grabs it in his hand. "I never said yet, you dork. As far as I know, we don't have tweezers, or really anything for that matter." Haechan lets out a small laugh and looks over at Doyoung.
"I'm fine. I may be in pain, but I'm more worried about our leader and one of our future leaders. I have to keep you both safe."
"I'm helping you before you help me."
"No."
"Doyoung, without me there is Johnny. Without you we don't have anyone else who's intel. Unless you wanna count Mark." Doyoung lets out a small laugh at Taeyong's comment.
"I guess you're right. The moment you're done helping the two of us though, you're getting the help you need."
"Alright."
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Guns and Roses || Taeyong (NCT) x Reader || Mafia AU || Gender Neutral
FanficStupid things often happen when you don't pay attention well enough. So when you almost screw yourself over you find yourself tangled in a web of lies all leading back to one person and event. Trying to untangle yourself would be more work than it's...
