No-Harm [Completed]

Chapter 12

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(Jungkook's POV)

(Yall just remember Jungkook is shirtless right now, and he's covered in blood from both Tae and his bullet wound)

It took me even less time to get home, the thought of Tae dying pushing me to go faster.

I swerved into the driveway and jumped out the car.

"You!" I shouted pointing to one of the guards at the door, "go get Jin! And you get over here and help me!"

The guards scrambled around and I threw open the car door. "Get him to Jin." I grunted as we pulled Tae out of the car.

I left the guard with Tae and opened the door to get Taejun. I heard a gasp behind me and ignored it.

They would help Tae.

A few seconds later I had Taejun in my arms, and the boys were outside helping the guard get Tae inside.

I snickered a little bit and mumbled, "I carried him, and Taejun at the same time while dragging my father by the foot, and they can't even get Tae inside with 6 people."

"Yoongi!" I yelled as they got Tae inside.

Yoongi stopped what he was doing and finally noticed me. He jogged down the steps as another guard took his place.

"Get Taejun to bed okay? He was attached to an IV drip. So get Jin to check him out when he's done with Tae."

"You stupid fuck," Yoongi muttered but took Taejun from my arms.

"What about you?"

I sucked in a breath as the bullet wound in my chest started burning. My adrenaline must have ran out.

"I-I'm going to clean off, then I have some business to attend to." I muttered walking past him at a fast pace. If I didn't cover this wound soon I'd bleed to death, and they need to treat my alien first.

I ran up the stairs and stripped. I got the shower running and stepped in.

I stared at the ceiling as the water washed the blood away making the wound burn.

After a few minutes I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist.

I reached under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit, then grabbed my belt.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch." I muttered before putting the belt in my mouth bitting down.

I took a breath and stuck my finger into the wound to find the bullet.

I screamed into the belt as I dug around for the bullet before pulling it out.

"Fuck." I grunted from behind the belt as the wound started to bleed more.

The bullet had broken into 3 when it pierced my skin. I only had gotten one out. I took a breath and stuck my fingers back in screaming.

I did this one more time until I got the rest of the bullet out.

I stitched myself up, grabbed the gauze and bandages and wrapped my shoulder. When I was done I finally let the belt fall from my mouth.