Hearts Awakened, Live Alive

Yeosang: Not Without A Fight

"You need to quit squirming," Yeosang scolded resisting the urge to also hit the younger man in front of him playfully. Doing that would probably only cause more of an issue. Jongho was already in enough pain as it was, he didn't need Yeosang beating him up to sit still on top of everything else.

"Sorry," Jongho mumbled, his eyes downcast. He was trying his best to not show pain on his face but Yeosang knew him well enough to see it anyway.

"I know it hurts," Yeosang said quietly, his voice softer than it had been moments before. He just didn't want to mess this up. It was his fault Jongho had gotten shot in the first place, so he had taken it upon himself to patch up the wound. They couldn't bring him to the hospital to treat the injury; the doctors would ask too many questions and involve too many unnecessary people in a matter they could not explain away. It wasn't worth the risk, so he had carefully removed the bullet lodged in Jongho's upper arm himself. It hadn't caused any major damage but if left in could cause more problems down the road. Jongho, to his credit, hadn't made a sound as Yeosang got the bullet out or even as he stitched the wound closed. His face had grown increasingly pale, though, and a layer of cold sweat was starting to collect on his skin.

"I'm almost done, I promise."

Jongho only nodded in response before letting out a short cough to clear his throat.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice strained and barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to apologize," Yeosang said. "I just don't want to mess this up."

The younger nodded again in understanding. Then, the room became silent once more as Yeosang focused on stitching up Jongho's arm

After Jongho and Yeosang had gotten the power turned back on and all the Agony agents apprehended, the rest of the team had shown up minutes later. All of them had been so relieved to see that both of them were relatively unharmed. San had latched onto Yeosang upon seeing him and hadn't let go for a good ten minutes as he tried to deal with all the emotions running through him.

Once everyone had been convinced that both Jongho and Yeosang were relatively unharmed, they'd properly taken care of the intruding and unconscious Agony agents. The five agents had each been placed in different holding cells within the basement of the warehouse. The team was sure that the lower-leveled agents that had invaded their hideout probably didn't know a whole lot besides what they had been told but that wasn't going to stop the team from at least trying to get all the information they could.

Then, with the agents sufficiently tied up and locked away, the team had dispersed to each do their own version of damage control with the stipulation that they all come back together in a few hours to discuss what to do next.

Ghost had left the warehouse in a flare of anger that no one was sure of the source, and no one dared ask either. He radiated energy that just screamed he would punch anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way. So when he said that he was going to contact some people to see what exactly had gone awry with that mission, no one stopped him for fear of the man turning his anger on them. Hongjoong had looked like he had wanted to say more to the man before he stormed out the exit but ultimately had let him go. They had bigger things to worry about right now than why Ghost was reacting to the situation the way he was.

With Ghost gone, for the time being, Hongjoong had locked himself in their board room without a word to anyone else. No one was sure exactly what it was he was doing but if Yeosang had to guess, he'd say their leader was pouring over every last bit of intel they had gathered within the last few weeks, looking for what they could have possibly missed.

Yunho and Mingi had taken Gunho with them back to the warehouse along with the rest of the team. Yeosang was sure they were never going to let the boy out of their sight for a long time to come and he didn't blame them. They had explained to the boy what it was that they did for a living as best they could and Gunho, always having been quite smart, had understood. Instead of whatever adverse reaction the two of them had been expecting however, the eight-year-old had immediately expressed how "cool" he thought all of his hyungs were. Thankfully, Gunho appeared to be okay in every other aspect as well. He'd admitted to being very scared but also said that the Agony agents hadn't done anything to him and were relatively kind up until the Governor had made his appearance. Relieved beyond measure that their child hadn't been emotionally scarred for life, Yunho and Mingi were now trying to get the boy to go to bed in their designated room in the warehouse basement. It'd been a long day for the eight-year-old after all.