Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 19: On My Mark

Choyeon looks at me with wide eyes in surprise. I watch as it takes her a couple minutes to process and comprehend what I'm telling her, knowing better than to just say something like that and then drag her away without giving her a second to think. Though, the moment it clicks with her, her facial expression hardens.

"That rotten fucker." She mutters before grabbing my wrist and beginning to pull me away from the stairs. Though, we get about ten meters before gunshots start going off. My eyes widen immensely before instincts kick in. Grabbing hold of her forearm, I pull Choyeon down close to the ground immediately as I pull my gun out with the other hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her drawing her own as well.

"There's one on the balcony. Daesu is on the floor. I don't know who the other dick is that's after us aside from Taehyung." She informs me over the screaming as we carefully make our way back towards the wall so that we're under one of the balconies. Keeping hold of her wrist, I quickly pull her towards one of the now flipped over tables to use as a bit of a cover.

"Hurry, over there." I tell her, using my gun to point in the direction.

"Damn it, Hope! Watch out!" She yells while hurrying with me before shoving me to the ground. I hit the floor behind the table with a hard thud, Choyeon stumbling backwards to the side a bit before lifting her gun up and starting to shoot. My eyes widen at the sight of her shooting before I reach over to her and manage to pull her behind the safety of the table. The wooden surface takes a few bullets before it stops. Peaking around the side with my gun, I start shooting as well. Taking out Daesu, I glance around to find Taehyung nowhere to be seen. Glancing up at the balcony, I spot Woosang up there with a rifle in hand. Youngjae is over on the other side of the floor still thankfully.

However, Woosang manages to spot us just as I duck back down behind the table. He takes a few shots at us, luckily missing because of the table that we've got ourselves pressed back up against.

"You got a fucking plan?" She shouts over the sound of guns still shooting off bullets. Biting my lip, I glance back around at the place.

"Woosang and Youngjae are both still left. Taehyung is nowhere to be found at this point. Probably fucking left like the coward he is. There's a couple other tables knocked down just like this one, but there's decent gaps between them. We'll need to make a run for it." I explain, glancing around again.

"We're gonna have to be careful. Be ready to shoot when we go." She responds, glancing up over our small barrier and shooting a couple of her rounds.

"How much you got left?" She questions, popping her magazine out to check out much she has left. I copy her motions, mentally groaning when I spot that I've only got half my magazine left.

"Five. You?" I answer. She huffs, shoving the clip back in.

"Same here. Gotta get the hell outta here before we're out." Choyeon says with a frown. I merely nod.

"Ready?" I ask, looking back around the table before Youngjae begins shooting at us again. I curse, slipping back behind it completely. Glancing over at her, she nods.

"On my mark. ... Go!" I shout, standing up with my gun up and ready to shoot. She follows me as we hurry towards the next table as we both begin shooting. With my aim on Youngjae and hers on Woosang, we rush towards the next table. Just before we get there, I finally manage to get Youngjae in the chest. He collapses to the ground just seconds before I feel a searing pain go through my upper right arm. I grit my teeth but ignore the pain as we both take cover behind the next table.

"I'm down to two left. Woosang's still up there." She puffs out as she looks over at me. She's got a worried expression on her face, breath still heavy from all of the adrenaline and activity. Not knowing what's come over me, I lean over and press my lips against hers in a short chaste kiss.

"Youngjae's down for the count. Chest shot. I've only got two left as well." I inform her. Biting her lower lip, she looks down and nods her head. She's breaking. She's struggling to keep her composure right now and I can see straight through it. She's never been through something like this, and not only is it scary because she's got people here trying to kill her, but it's also personal. Her own brother ordering the attack on her. And she doesn't get the excitement and enjoyment from these type of things like I've seen others get.

"We're almost there, Cho. We can make it. We just gotta get to the car." I tell her, taking her free hand in mine. She merely nods her head before pulling her hand out of mine. Ignoring the urge to frown at her action, I focus on the task at hand.

"Alright. On the count of three, we go for the next table. It's the last one before we get the hell out of here, okay?" I shout over the gunshots that start ringing again. I can feel my own ears ringing now from how fucking loud the guns are, but I ignore that as well as I look over at her. She looks up at me, another hard expression on her face as she nods her head.

Counting down, we bolt for the next table. I keep myself between Choyeon and the aim of Woosang so that she can't get hit, aiming up at him and shooting as well. I miss with the first shot and don't bother wasting my last round and I shove us both behind the next table, narrowly escaping another bullet. We catch our breath there for a moment before we take off for the last time. This time, we both empty our rounds up at Woosang. One of us manages to hit his hand, knocking the gun from it, but not before he managed to hit me again. With a second bullet, we take him out with a lucky headshot.

Grabbing her hand, I half drag us out of the area and out to the car. Even if they'd been the only ones allegedly in on it for the time being, I don't want to bother waiting around for another one of Taehyung's men to show up in attempt to blow our brains out.