Chapter 1
Seokjins pov
My ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my eyes were blurry and my brothers weren’t in a good state. Here I was in all black. My outfit was bulletproof, my hands were covered in black gloves, my face was covered in a mask, my back hurts because of the damn backpack and my ears were covered in microphones.
“Hyung!, We need some hands, hurry!”
Shit!
I covered myself behind the wall, and aimed the gun, in case they would jumpscare the shit out of me. Seeing that the room was clear, I made my way up to the second floor and held on to my mic. “Where the hell are you Namjoon-ah?” I looked around in case someone snuck up on me. Blood was splattered everywhere, and dead bodies could be seen in every corner.
Out of the living hell, someone whispered: “Found anything”.
I quickly aimed the gun where I heard the voice, only to find our ugly youngest brother standing in front of me. “Fuck! Jungkook, how many times do I have to tell you. Do not sneak up like that you little brat! “.
He only looked at me and stood there. Not a single reaction could be shown. Damn, he grew up didn’t he. Idiot.
“Hyung could you be any slower, Hobi Hyung got shot”
This guy!
I scoffed and looked at him unbelieve. He raised a brow and narrowed his brows. “You’re asking me that! they could stab me in the back while trying to get there”
He then smirked, and I swear to god I almost punched his face but I didn’t! I didn’t...
“I got them all” Was all he said before walking up to the others. He left me there, dumbfounded. I rolled my eyes and mimicked his words ‘got them’. “Damn you. I was even the one who raised you but not like this”. Shaking my head, I walked up to them.
I then found myself walking inside a bedroom, and there they were. J-hope was laid down on the bed, his hands were pressing on his abdomen. As well did our leader, Namjoon. He was putting pressure on the area, blood oozing out of his black gloves. I ran up to them and took off my backpack and placed it on the bed, right beside his body. Taking off my gloves and replacing them with surgical gloves instead.
However, I couldn’t do it myself, I needed help. Observing his injury, it’s very bad. He got shot right under his heart, missed it by two inches. But the way he was breathing was acute. So I had to work fast, but never in my life have I ever been in this situation where they would get shot. They’re so smart that they would dodge every bullet, but I guess it just happened. But there must be a good reason.
Looking behind me I found Jungkook leaning against the door. Watching us silently, his arms crossed and his long wet hair dropping down his forehead.
“Get here, I could need your help”
Without a word, he walked up to me and raised a brow. Not sparing time, I quickly explained what he had to do, and made sure he understood. Because we cannot send him to the hospital, people would suspect.
“I want you to give me every tool that I say okay? Namjoon will put on pressure if needed, but here. Use this, it’ll absorb the blood.”
Throwing the fabric at him, he quickly caught it and continued putting pressure on him. Before starting the process I checked his pulse and tried to communicate with him. Just to see how bad his condition was. “J-hope, how are you?”
This is bad
His body was drenched in sweat, and his skin was pale meaning he is lacking oxygen, and his lips were turning blue-ish purple-ish.
“I’m fine...”
I nodded, and looked at Jungkook, “Let’s begin”
He unfolded his sleeves and grabbed the monitor that will tell us his heartbeat and blood condition. As said, I asked for a scissor, and he gave me one. Cutting off his shirt, it then revealed his injured spot.
“Take a tweezer, then get a cotton ball and pour some of that liquid on it” I placed my palm out and thought I had to wait a little bit, but in just two seconds, I feel the tweezer on my palm, with everything said.
I looked at him in the eyes, and thought to myself, ‘why the hell do you remind me of someone so bad’
Shaking the thought, I quickly rubbed it against the skin and saw J-hope biting his lips. Just bear with it, it’s gonna be over.
“How’s his condition?”
Jungkook answered me, with “His heartbeat is stable, his blood pressure is higher, and his overall condition seems fine.”
Now, let’s take the bullet out, but before doing so I quickly squeezed in anesthesia that will help him throughout the process when trying to get the bullet out of his body. I then grabbed the tweezer and grabbed the bottom of the bullet before slowly turning it around for a better exit. Thankfully we got the bullet out, and I quickly sew it together before looking at the monitor.
What?
His blood pressure and heartbeat didn’t change? but how is that possible...unless.
Without hesitation, I ran my hands around his bodyparts slowly and looked at his facial expression to see any sign of winch, or flinch. Since he was laying down, what happened when he got shot.
“Namjoon-ah, you were there when he got shot right? how did it happen?”
He then furrowed and tilted his head, thinking. “We were walking inside this room, and I was behind him, and then we surrounded this bed...but his back faced that window behind me, and then out of nowhere he turned around and shot the guy from the other side before collapsing on the bed.
“He didn’t get shot one once, but twice"
I quickly grabbed on side of J-hopes body and turned him to the side, only to see a big bloodstain right under his neck. Now that explained much more. They aimed for his head but missed and then got shot again when he turned around. Namjoon killed that guy at the end before searching for me.
“This one could be dangerous”
