Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

11 just me & mr.Jung in a motel

"Oh my gosh— are you going to die?" I asked Mr.Jung as he'd just gotten shot.

He didn't look alarmed or in pain, he just looked in a rush.

"Do you have a car?" He asked me.

I nodded, still worrying about his shoulder. "I, I should get you to a hospital." I told him as we started jogging towards my car. I didn't care if he got blood on the seat, he could die.

He got in without any resistance. He winced in pain surprising me; he was in agony but he was so good at concealing it. I wondered what other emotions he was good at concealing.

"Esme," He was breathing unsteadily "I can't go to the hospital." He told me as I was already out of the school parking lot.

"What?! Where do you expect us to go then? What about your arm?!"

He shook his head "We— I need you to take me to a Motel of some sort."

I looked at him in disbelief but he wasn't joking. "But... your arm."

He nodded "I'll deal with it when I get there."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. The right answer would be to take him to the hospital, so why wouldn't he go?

"If I take you to a Motel, will you answer every one of my questions?"

"Depends." He steadied his breathing and pressed firmly on the wound to stop it from bleeding.

"Then I'm taking you to the hospital, because you could be a serial killer for all I know."

He shook his head. "No, no... no hospitals. I can't be on the news Esme, this is important."

I stopped at a red light "Why?" I asked knowing he wouldn't answer.

He didn't. And I didn't drive him to a hospital.

I pulled up at a Motel that looked decent. Not one with flies or prostitutes hanging around.

I don't think I necessarily planned anything out in my head but I knew Mr.Jung needed immediate help so I was going to do what he asked of me.

"Hi," the reception lady didn't smile back "I'd like one single room for one night please."

After a couple moments and seventy bucks later I was given a key and I was able to go help Mr.Jung.

I opened the car and surprisingly he was able to get out on his own.

"Follow me." I told him as he stayed close to me, hoping not to draw any attention.

When we reached our room Mr.Jung's breathing became shallower.

"You okay?" I asked him still unsure why he refused to get help.

He shook his head. "I need you to do a favor for me."

I nodded. "Yeah looks like you're going to need a lot of help here."

"Do you have some sort of pain medication?"

I nodded. "Motrin for cramps, it's not exactly Morphine but it might relax you."

I handed him some out of my purse. "Need water?" He shook his head and swallowed them dry. There was a silence about the room that was unsettling. The fact that it was just me and mr.Jung in a hotel was amazing, but it wasn't just him and I in a motel room it was him and I in a motel room with a bullet lodged in his shoulder and the possibility of him being a serial killer looming in the air.

"What's the favor?" I asked him wanting to get straight to the parts where I got to ask him the important questions.

"Do you have some sort of girl kit in your purse? Like, a pair of tweezers, a mini sewing kit, and a sanitary pad?"