𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴs

*Gang AU*

(Top!Yoongi x Switch!Bisexual!Male Reader)

The only sound that could be heard were gunshots. They consistently (and annoyingly) rang through the air, like a school bell beckoning you to hurry to class. Like any other normal day. Albeit, it will never be. For neither of them.

Running like their lives depend on it, (which it does), M / N and Yoongi hastily turned the corner, rocks and dirt flying beneath their feet. Approaching a high fence, Yoongi leapt as high as he could and began climbing the metal wall with all of his strength and abilities. Coming to sit on the top, his right hand thrust towards M / N's figure, the gunshots creeping closer up the otherwise silent streets behind them.

M / N gripped Yoongi's hand in his like a vice and hoisted his foot atop of the gate, the sound of the lead cylinders rocketing from their aluminum home and onto the sidewalk was almost breathing down their necks by now.

Yoongi momentarily halted in his escape to relinquish the gunfire your their pursuers so (un) generously graced them with. With the intention of slowing the goons down, M / N gripped the hilt of his gun from the holster hidden beneath the side his jacket and shot as well. With them picking up more heat, both M / N and Yoongi decided that they've overstayed their welcome. They can get them later-they always did.

Looking up at Yoongi, M / N screamed, "Let's go!"

Listening, he quickly flicked his safety on and fixed the gun securely into the back of his jean's waistband, careful to put it on top of both layers of shirt, then pulled his partner onto the gate's peak. He jumped down on the other side and frantically motioned his arms for M/N to come down. About to swing his leg over, a bullet whizzed past M/N's ear, lightly nicking the top, and he flinched. A small stream of blood dripped down his lobe, and more bullets whizzed past him as he continued his strive to bolt.

"Hurry up, (M/N)!" Yoongi bellowed; he was nervous.

M/N was pushing his body way beyond its normal limits as he grit his teeth and tightly grasped on the top of the gate. Both of them were less careful, which led to an ambush as a result. They normally aren't the type to make mistakes when it comes to this kind of thing, but I guess it's the human in them.

A searing ripping sensation sent pain throughout M/N's shoulder, bringing him back down from his split-second escape from reality. He hissed as he felt the bullet break through his skin and lodge inside of his muscles. Close-distant bullets hurt like a colossal bitch.

The bullet got M/N mid-jump, making his landing less graceful than he anticipated. Yoongi had no time to catch him, all the while the gate managed to snag his foot, sending M/N tumbling onto the hard asphalt. Adrenaline gave him no time to moan over the fact that he were just shot or that he just fell onto concrete.

Though M/N's life now possessed the ability to turn to shit in less then a few minutes, he wouldn't trade it for the world. A certain blond-haired gang member made sure of that.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Grimacing, M/N hovered the tweezers over the hole in his shoulder, the mirror behind him giving him guidance, and took a deep breath before seizing the bullet between the metal clamps.

Okay, maybe he would like to have it another way. Preferably one where the two weren't running away from bullets every other night.

Biting his bottom lip harshly, M/N started pulling it out. Although he's been shot too many times to count at this point, it still hurt a shit ton. A heavy breath broke through his throat as the bullet dropped onto the counter top with a faint 'clink.' Sighing, M/N commenced in cleaning the bleeding wound, Yoongi silently watching him while idly sitting on the edge of the tub with his hands in his lap. Finishing the task, M/N tightly (but not too tight) wrapped gauze around his shoulder, his face calm and relaxed while he did so. This process didn't really hurt as much, unlike the extraction.