Final Heist [Nct Gangster! Au]

17. Friendship

12:15 am
2 hours and 45 mins left
Taeil's Pov

My eyes snap open as my heart beats against my rib cage. Joohyun was no longer standing but laying sprawled out on the platform.

Doyoung staggers forward, hand pressed against his side. I run forward to catch him before he falls. I gently place him on the floor, taking off my jacket to place it in the wound. My eyes were wide with fear as panic begins to seep into my stomach.

"Doyoung, can you hear me," I ask, trying to keep myself calm. He'll be alright, Taeil.

"Taeil...," Doyoung says, opening his eyes slowly.

"Yes?"

"Leave me."

"W-What? No, I'm not going to leave you. Everything is going to be alright. You're going to be fine, just stay with me," I say, a soft smile placed in my lips as I say the last sentence. I quickly grab my phone and dial the emergency number.

"Hello this is 911, please state your name and emergency?"

"H-hello, I'm Moon Taeil. My-my friend was shot. I-I need help." I mentally curse myself for stuttering so much.

"Location?"

"Bae Joohyun's mansion," I say.

"We will be there as quickly as possible."

"Thank you," I say, hanging up the phone.

I take a look around the mansion. Bodies scattered around, blood staining the floor and the scent of death hung in the air. I try to swallow the lump in my throat.

I bring my attention back to Doyoung. He looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping. He'll be alright. I slowly lean down and press my head softly to his chest, I embrace him the best I could. Before I can stop it, sobs wrecked through my body and I don't bother trying to quiet them.

I begin shaking and breathing became more difficult. I haven't cried since that night.

I promised myself to always remain calm. I had been taught to stay in the shadows. Showing emotion makes people worry and when people worry it brings attention to you.

I feel something on my back. I knew it was Doyoung's hand instantly. He begins rubbing soothing, weak circles on my back and slowly, my tears stop falling.

"We'll make it out, together," he says softly. I hear the sirens off in the distance.

"We're going to be just fine," I say lifting my head. There was a soft smile on his face before his eyes shut.

The paramedics burst into the room, taken completely by surprise at the scene.

"What happened here," one of them asks.

"I don't know. After the bullets started flying, everything got blurry," I say, no, lie, calmly.

I lie. My life has come to nothing more than lies. Everything is a lie at this point. Lying was my best attribute.

"Alright, we gotta move quick. He's losing blood fast. He needs to get to the hospital."

They both load Doyoung into a gurney and lead him over the wreckage and outside into the dead of night. I follow behind them, quickly and quietly.

"And here we have Mrs. Bae's mansion. It seems as though 127 has attacked again." I see a news reporter. She was standing right beside the stairs as we came busting out of the house.

"Here you can see a few survivors leaving. Excuse me, Mr. Moon would you like to answer some questions," she walks over to me shoving the microphone in my face.

"I don't have time for this. I'm so sorry. I have to go. My friend has been injured," I say apologetically. I push the mic out of my face and shove past the cameras.

I get into the ambulance with Doyoung and the paramedics. Once the doors shut we are speeding off towards the hospital.

I grab my phone and shakily dial Jaehyun.

Straight to voicemail.

Fuck.

I miss a step and my body goes tumbling to the ground. Pain shoots through the leg as I clutch it.

The pain in my ankle brings back terrible memories of my mother.

I came here against her wishes. I disappeared and she hasn't bothered looking for me. Or maybe she was. I knew when and if she found me I'd be dead.

Tears come to my eyes and before I knew it, many tears are sliding down my cheeks as I clutch my injured leg.

I hear the door open and watch a pair of shoes enter the room. I force myself to stop crying. The only thing remaining are sniffles.

"Hey, are you alright,"  a soft voice asks.

I look up to see a boy with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I say as I attempt to get up but fail to do so.

"Hey, take it easy," he says rushing over and helping me.

We walk to one of the chairs in the room and he gently sets me down.

"I'll be right back. Let me go get some ice," he says before jogging out of the room.

He returns minutes later with some ice and tissues. He hands me both then takes a seat next to me.

"What's wrong," he asks.

"What do you mean?" I rest the ice on my swollen ankle.

"I heard you sniffling. Your eyes are red and puffy. You've been crying," He infers.

"It's just the ankle," I say in a quiet voice, looking away from him. Tears begin to sting my eyes.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in just before the dam behind my eyes breaks and I begin crying again.

He rubs my arm in a comforting way and before I know it I'm spilling all of my secrets about my mom and my dreams.

He sits there and listens to it all while hugging me and telling me everything will be alright.

Please be okay Doyoung...