Taeyong, my eldest brother, slowly puts me down on the bed as a couple of other men come in after him. I hiss in pain as my leg hits the bed.
"Doyoung, get rid of the bullet!" Taeyong moves out of the way while a man who strongly resembles a bunny starts taking out surgical knives, scapes and scissors.
"I'm sorry, what are you gonna do with those?" I say while pointing at the scapes.
The man named Doyoung just smiles.
"Winwin, get the anesthesia. This is going to be bloody."
Taeyong POV
After Sora was put to sleep, everyone (besides Winwin and Doyoung) were told to leave the hospital wing. We all sit on the couches in the living room in unconformable silence.
"Wait -let me get this straight- you kidnapped my sister, tried to make her talk about something she had no idea in and then SHOT HER IN HER KNEE?!" I scream at the boys, who just looked at the ground, too afraid to utter a word.
"In our defence, we thought she was Yuju." Mark whimpers out.
"You guys know that my sister doesn't know that I'm in the mafia, right? You idiots just spoiled the one thing I have tried to keep a secret." I say, tugging on my silky hair that felt like was going to fall out any second from the constant dyeing I do every time to it when I feel depressed.
I flop back down onto the beige couch and put my feet flat on the wooden floor.
"You're lucky she's alive, or else, she wouldn't be the only person getting shot," I say simply.
Sora POV
I slightly flutter open my eyes to see myself in a familiar, white room. I look around to see a couple of men talking. Wait, no, they are arguing. I don't actually know and I'm too tired to care.
"How is she going to talk to me again? She'll never forgive me."
"Calm down, Taeyong. She probably won't be that fazed by it."
"She doesn't even kill bugs, Jaehyun. How do you think she's gonna take it?"
I roll my eyes secretly at their bickering. "Can you guys shut up? I'm trying to rest here."
I can feel everyone stop as Taeyong rushes to my side, moving me to face upwards so he can make sure I'm ok.
"Sora! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?" I can hear him frantically chant beside my still body.
"I need you to get your hands off me."
He quickly mutters out a 'Sorry' as he shoots his hands off of me as a couple of people snicker behind him.
A man (who I quickly identified to be Doyoung) sits down next to me, flashing a gummy smile.
"You're lucky, Sora. If the bullet was shot any higher than where it was, you would never be able to walk again." He pats my arm as I stiffen up at his touch. "But, your left leg is severely damaged. It would be best for you to stay near a trained professional like me until it heals properly."
"And that would be..."
"Eh, 6 weeks at the most."
I laugh at his statement. "No."
"I'm sorry?" He says.
"I'm not staying here for 6 weeks, do you think I'm out of my mind? Let's not forget you people shot me."
"Well, it's not like we can send you to the hospital, a gunshot wound is not common and they'll ask questions."
I groan. "Fine, whatever."
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"Can you walk?" Taeyong asks me as I sit up to drink the water that I so badly needed.
"I dunno. Wanna see?" I grab onto his shoulder for balance as I try to stand up but fail miserably. I fall back down onto the bed as I giggle.
"Now I have an excuse not to move," I say to him as he looks at me in disgust.
"Nice try, Sora. Doyoung gave you some crutches to walk with."
I pout as he hands me the crutches.
I make eye contact with Taeyong as he looks at me confusingly. My face drops into a frown.
"What's wrong?" He asks me.
"Oppa, how did you find me?" He looks down at the floor, embarrassed.
"Do you know the people who shot me?" I barely whisper out as I was on the verge of tears.
He sighs. "Sora-ah, if I'm being honest... Yes."
"Are you guys... The mafia...?"
He stares into my eyes that were teary. I single tear leaves my left eye, rolling down my cheek.
