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With great difficulty, Namjoon finally manages to grasp ahold of his phone which had fallen to the floor beside Jungkook. The screen is cracked but the inner workings are still functioning perfectly.

As Namjoon dials Hoseok's number, he opens his door. Hooking one arm around the top of the car, his phone is wedged between his head and shoulder, using his free hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. Namjoon pulls himself up to sit on the back row door as the call connects.

"Hello? Namjoon-Hyung?"

"Hey, Hoseok. How fast can you get to the crossroads at Yunssik-il and Hwamge-ro?"

"Uh, like, ten minutes? Why? What happened?"

"Jackson fucking Wang happened."

"What? Jackson? What do you mean? Hold on, I'm on my way." True to his word, a car door slamming shut and the rev of an engine powering up are heard from the opposite side of the line.

"Slammed his fucking car into the Honda. You know, the one we use to look unsuspicious?"

"The one with those adorable little family stickers?"

"Yeah."

"Aww, I loved that car!"

"Hoseok, focus. The car's really badly damaged. I'm sitting on top of it while talking to you right now, but I need you to get here ASAP. Jungkook looks badly wounded." Namjoon then leaps off the car and crouches down to examine Jungkook, much like Jackson had done merely moments earlier.

"What can you tell of his wounds?" asks Hoseok. Namjoon lets out a small huff. Carefully trying to examine Jungkook's wounds without causing him and additional harm was proving quite difficult.

"I'm not expert but from what I gather, he's got some blunt force trauma on his head," he responds, waiting patiently as a horn honks furiously on Hoseok's side. The man then lets out a grunt of frustration, followed with the words, motherfucking bitches don't know how to fucking drive. Who taught them? Their drunk-ass nonexistent children? Namjoon chuckles slightly at his antics before continuing. "Quite a bit of blood loss. There's a lot of glass, too. Oh, there's also a piece of shrapnel in his abdomen."

"How big is it?"

"It's pretty big."

"Bet it's not as big as my dick," laughs Hoseok from the other side. Namjoon lets out another sigh.

"Hoseok, focus. Jungkook's here severely wounded. You might want to hurry the fuck up, get here, and attend to him. Unless, of course, you want me to call Sir Jeon and tell him that his son is bleeding out and severely wounded, while our medic is taking his sweet time, making sex jokes?" Hoseok stiffens at this.

"N-no, of course n-not, hyung."

"Thought so. Now seriously. Hurry the fuck up." Namjoon then hangs up on the call before Hoseok has a chance to respond. Stuffing his phone into his back pocket, Namjoon shrugs of his coat, wraps it tight around his right hand, and proceeds to clear the area surrounding Jungkook of glass. Once most every piece of glass is a safe distance from Jungkook, Namjoon works on removing the jagged glass still attached to the window frame. Soon enough, the window frame is nearly smooth, only the smallest bumps of glass still protruding from the metal.

After unwrapping the coat from his hand, Namjoon reaches into the vehicle and unbuckles Jungkook's seatbelt. Just as he's about to slip his hands under Jungkook's armpits and attempt to pull him out, Hoseok arrives in his van.

In all honesty, Hoseok's van looks like a black ambulance, without all of the medical stickers and advertisements. The van sits two people in the front with a small door between the two chairs. Behind the door sits a stretcher and some medical supplies, much like an ambulance would. The only differences are that there is a bench built into the wall and other supplies, like blood bags and antidotes for various poisons, sit in cabinets that line the wall above the built-in bench. It holds everything someone wounded in a mafia war would ever need and more.

Hoseok steps out of his van, which he has parked beside the Infiniti which Jackson had not the nerve to drive away. He looks at the dead man slumped over the wheel with a blank look. The moment his gaze drifts to Jungkook, however, his eyes fill with worry.

"Jesus, Jackson sure did a number on him," he says, rushing over to Namjoon, who gives him a no-shit-Sherlock-that's-what-I've-been-trying-to-tell-you look. Hoseok ignores him and bends down; much like both Namjoon and Jackson had done earlier. He inspects Jungkook, again, much like the two before him had done. He slips on a pair of blue surgeon gloves and gently lifts Jungkook's head, letting it rest on the ground after a moment. He stands up and doesn't face Namjoon.

"Help me get him up." Namjoon nods. The two immediately work at getting Jungkook out of the car, managing to do so without irritating his wounds further. Together, they carry Jungkook to the back of Hoseok's van, the two struggling to pull open the doors with Jungkook's dead weight in their arms.

When the doors finally open, Namjoon and Hoseok set Jungkook on the stretcher, Namjoon immediately closing the door and walking through the one at the other end of the vehicle, moving to sit in the driver's seat. He starts up the van and directs it towards the Jeon mansion, trusting Jungkook's wellbeing in Hoseok's care.

When they arrive seven minutes later, Seewoo has already been informed of the situation and a medical team awaits at the front door for the trio, prepared for the worst. On the drive, Hoseok confirmed that Jungkook is in a delicate condition, but not a fatal one. He had managed to clean up most of the glass wounds, opting to save the blunt force wound and shrapnel stab for the med bay.

The van's back door is flung open the moment Namjoon parks it before the mansion's front door. Luckily, there are no stairs leading to the building, so the medical team has no trouble wheeling Jungkook through the front door and down to the med bay. Hoseok goes with them while Namjoon walks with Jungkook's father.

"We're going to find the fucker that did this."

"I have no doubt, Sir."