Club D.T |MYG ✔️

11

Yoongi and I got into the car and he drove away at full speed.

"What's going on?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Seong," He answered while gritting his teeth and I finally realized what had happened.

Seong's men were in fact headed to my apartment but they were seconds too late. I knew that once I was associated with Yoongi and his men that he would chase me down just as he is chasing them.

Whether I liked it or not I am one of them now.

We raced through the streets of Seoul, taking one turn after another, and I was already losing my mind. I turned back to see if we were being chased and I saw a black SUV hurrying towards us with a man leaning out of it, his gun drawn.

"You idiot!" Yoongi pushed my head down and continued to yell at me. "Keep your head down!"

I obeyed his order but did not stop freaking out. "Where are going?"

"Away" He yelled without further explanation and I realized I was an idiot who asked way too many questions during a car race.

We continued driving away, but eventually gained in on us, soon they were driving next to us.

I could see the man leaning out of the SUV had cocked his gun and Yoongi shouted "Duck!" before I heard a bullet go off.

The sound was deafening.

Time seemed to slow down, and chaos seemed to rage on.

A million things happened in the same second.

I saw Yoongi raise his arm to protect his face. I saw his window's glass shatter into a million pieces as the bullet penetrated it. I heard him shout a curse, and I saw blood.

I saw him pressing his arm against the car door beside him while keeping his other hand on the steering wheel.

I realized what had happened a little too late.

Yoongi was shot. He was hurt because of me.

I was frozen in fear, barely breathing.

"There's a gun under your seat," His voice shook me from the state I was in. "Take it and shoot at their tires."

I didn't have time to protest, and even though I was shaking vigorously, I took the gun out of it's hiding place.

I've never held a gun before, let alone shoot one but somehow my reflexes started to kick in.

We had sped a little and were ahead of them, so I opened the window and leaned out of the car. I started shooting, not being able to steady my hands. I prayed I wouldn't accidentally shoot an innocent passerby.

The sound was unbelievably loud and my body shook harder with each shot I took, but I didn't dare to stop.

I had fired 5 bullets before I finally hit my target and their car was sent crashing into a street lamp pole.

I pulled myself back inside, not sure how I wasn't harmed. I turned my attention to Yoongi, who seemed to be in immense pain. His driving got slower and his eyes began to close.

"Stop the car" I ordered him. "Now!"

"Wh-why?" His voice was shaking and I could tell that the adrenaline in his body had subsided.

"I'm driving" I answered and he didn't argue. Once he stopped the car, I rushed to his door, helping him get out. I opened the back door and helped him lay in the seat.

"Keep pressing on the wound," I told him and he did. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No!" He protested, regaining a fraction of his energy. "No hospitals! Go back home, Namjoon can help."

I wanted to argue with him. How on earth can Namjoon help? But I couldn't waste more time. I instantly got into the driver's seat, barely reaching the pedals, and drove away.

I drove faster than I ever have and we finally reached the club. I managed to call Jimin to come to help me carry Yoongi and take him to Namjoon. He came with Hoseok in a matter of seconds and carried Yoongi away.

After a few moments, I went up to the third level, barely carrying myself. I just wanted him to be okay. 

When I reached there I saw Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook standing in front of a door, silently waiting.

I couldn't support my own weight anymore, nor keep my emotions at bay. I collapsed to the floor and started sobbing.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to go out and kill Seong with my own hands. How dare he harm someone just because of me? Why was I even important to him?

I felt someone gently wrap their arms around me but I didn't lookup. All I could do is cry.

"He's going to be okay," I heard Jimin tell me. "Namjoon is very skilled with these things, don't worry."

These things?

He sounded like this had happened multiple times in the past.

After a few moments, Jimin pulled me up and took me to a couch that was near the room that I assumed Yoongi would be in right now, getting his wound treated.

He sat me down and wrapped his arms around me once again, his words comforting me every now and then and he didn't let go of me. I was thankful for him. The rest of the boys seemed to take turns in sitting beside us, comforting me.

It seemed like hours had passed before Namjoon and Seokjin walked out of that room and we all rushed towards them.

"He's okay" Namjoon reassured us. I could only stop myself from crying long enough to walk over to them, but my tears started flowing again, this time in relief. "He's going to wake up in about an hour, let's leave him to rest now.

I couldn't leave him just like that. I ignored Namjoon's instructions and ran to the room.

He looked so peaceful lying in bed as if he was just taking an afternoon nap. I ran to the bed and sat on the floor next to him, sobbing my eyes out.

"Hey," I suddenly heard Hoseok say softly, his tone wasn't as cheerful as it usually is. "He's going to be okay."

I looked up at him and he seemed as worried as I was. Guilt was eating at me and I couldn't bear it anymore.

"This happened because of me," I told him in between sobs. "If I hadn't stayed with you, if I had just left that day, this wouldn't have happened"

He walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Don't say that," He told me. "Don't blame yourself. Staying with us wasn't your choice alone, it was ours too."

I knew he meant to comfort me, but it made me feel worse. I felt like I dragged them with me into a hell hole.

"Could you tell me what happened?" Hoseok asked me after a few moments of silence.

I was too weak to do or say anything, but I owed him that much. I nodded and told him what happened. Once I was done, he pulled me into a hug and another sob escaped me.

"It isn't your fault, Hyun-Jae" He said with a faint smile, as he pulled away and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Yoongi.

I took his hand and held on to it with both my hands, I rested my head on the edge of the bed and prayed that he would wake up soon.

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A/N

I'm terrible at writing anything that isn't fluff, I'm sorry if this is too bad :(