Addicted To You | NCT Gang AU ✔️

Chapter 41

3rd Person's P.O.V.

Jongin lay limp on the ground; by now, a small crowd had gathered around him, taking pictures. The groceries near him were still scattered across the floor, stepped on and all sorts. The agonising and sharp discomfort in his leg made it hard for him to move, but if he didn't, he'd get caught. He knew Minyoung had called for backup and that NCT would be ready to take him anytime soon. By the looks of it, the people surrounding him had called an ambulance, 'no ambulances!'

The constant flashing of pictures made it hard for him to see, his vision failing him multiple times.
He looks down at the knife stuck in his leg and flips himself over, now laying on his stomach. The blade sinks further into his leg as he lets out a loud shriek. "Fuck!" He yells, taking in deep breaths. The crowd surrounding him step back a bit, startled by the sudden movement.

He takes this as an opportunity to escape, prying himself up onto his shoulders. He then, hauls himself along the pavement, trying to make it to his car. A small trail of blood follows him, the crowd still watching, completely dumbstruck. It didn't strike him once to tell them to stop recording, not once. He continues to drag himself along, wincing every so often.

His car is now in sight, just a few more pulls and he'll be there. He pulls himself along, clawing his nails into the tough concrete, letting them bleed. No cut could match the pain that he felt from the stab wound. 'Just a few more centimetres,' he thought to himself, drawing himself closer. 

He places his hands on the bottom of the car door, gripping on to it as his life depended on it. Victory was within his reach; all he had to do was get up, get in and drive off. EXO had a safe house nearby, so it wouldn't be a problem; he just needed to get in. He brings himself further up, letting his legs swing and grabs the car handle, forcing the door open.

"And where do you think you're going?" asks a cocky voice. Jongin looks up, lolling his head to the side in defeat as he witnesses the two NCT members both armed and ready to fight. Yuta stood tall, licking his bottom lip, "you didn't answer my question," he mockingly pouts. This time, Jaehyun speaks, "answer his question," he spits, kicking Jongin to the floor and slamming the door shut onto his hands. Jongin lets out a deafening scream, "you didn't answer us," Jaehyun speaks, booting the door further into his hands. "Fuck!" he screeches, "I was leaving. Let my hand go!"  

Yuta leans in closer, smirking ever so slightly, "how about no?" 
"Just let me go," he begs, "I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?" Jaehyun asks, "EXO is ours." Jongin let his head fall to his chest, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, curling up and dripping. Yuta let the door open and watched how he fell along with his head; they crippled it. He leans in even closer, mouth-to-ear, "and even if EXO wasn't ours," he pauses, brushing his hands through his hair, "nobody messes with the Boss' sister." 

Mark Lee

W-where am I? The numbness of my body tells me that I've been shot, I try my best to open my eyes, but the overwhelming sense of no control makes it hard for me. I try my best, but it's too hard. Instead, I focus on my surroundings, clearing my mind in hopes of hearing something or someone to help guess where I am.

I hear a faint buzzing in the background, vibrations, perhaps some air conditioning? It gets louder and louder, the sound getting more high pitched, Haechan? "I'm so so sorry," he says before his voice disappears altogether. Sorry? Sorry for what? Haechan come back! I try my best to get up, to lift a single finger, but it's no use. He's already left. The room grows silent again, my pitiful attempts of getting up become humiliating. 

The next moments were filled with confusion. I was unaware of what was happening. Someone was definitely near me, not speaking much, checking up on my body. 

It must be Doyoung.

"Mark," speaks a familiar voice, a voice I've been waiting to hear for a while, Taeyong. I feel him take my hand, my sense of touch slowly coming back to me, but I remain still. The struggle I had a few minutes ago, gone. "I'm sorry." His grip on my hand suddenly becomes firm, the softness it once had gone. 

The next few seconds were a blur. It was hard for my mind at a time like this to grasp what had happened. He shot me. 

Taeyong shot me. 

3rd Person's P.O.V.

Taeyong stood still, coldly staring at Mark. He then turned around, faced with a shocked Suho, his hands covering his mouth and his eyes grew wide. "Y-you just," he stutters, pointing at the shot boy on the bed. Suho dropped his gun to the floor, his hands slightly trembling, "h-how could you? I thought you were better than this." A small smile formed on Taeyong's lips, as he aimed the gun at Suho's chest. Suho's mouth dropped; even more, he knew exactly what had happened. "Say hello to my fiancé mother fucker," Taeyong spat, shooting him straight in the chest with another loud bang. 

He watched as Suho fell to the floor, hands on his chest, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. But, it was no use, nothing could stop his death now. It was all over. 

Taeyong then rushed to Mark and checked his chest. The bulletproof vest he had earlier placed on him had done its job. He sat back in satisfaction, having killed two birds with one stone. 

What he didn't realise, though, was Suho getting revenge in his last moments. He leaned over and reached for the gun, which was mere inches away. He eventually wrapped his bloodied fingers around the handle, his hand shaking trying to pick it up. The weapon felt ten times heavier than he ever remembered, weighing his arm down, but he persevered. His face was leant into the floor, his tongue slightly sticking out as he aimed straight for Taeyong's head. 

BANG!

Suho fell to the ground, body completely flaccid. His eyes landed on the culprit who had shot him, Donghyuck. Taeyong stood up, staring at Donghyuck, no, staring behind him. "You're welcome," Donghyuck scoffed, but Taeyong resided, staring.
 "Donghyuck-ah," he let out with a croaky voice.
 "What?" the younger asks, turning around to be faced with a barrel. 

Behind the gun was Yixing, he was crippled, on the verge of death and ready to kill. "You sick bastard, you were the one who tortured Sehun," he whispered. His lack of energy was quite apparent; if he didn't shoot now, he wouldn't have the chance again. A scowl formed on Donghyuck's face, he was quick to grab hold of the gun, but it was too late. Yixing had already pulled the trigger. 

BANG! 

And then another.

Taeyong watched as his youngest droped, and on top of him, Yixing. 

Taeyong watched as his youngest dropped, and on top of him, Yixing. Minyoung shot Yixing, but she was too late. 

Maybe too late...