"Boss!"

Namjoon glanced back to see Hoseok with a group of his men behind him. They had obviously found another way into the building, and just in time.

He could see Seokjin's men massing around the bottom of the stairs and starting to try and come towards them.

"Autumn is upstairs," He growled, "That's where I need to get,"

He narrowed his eyes as he saw a figure quickly run down the stairs, and grit his teeth in anger, "Jimin just came down without her. Where the fuck is Jungkook?"

"Taehyung is looking for him, Boss," Hoseok said, leaning around him to fire some shots at the approaching men, "We'll hold it here, Boss, you should find another way up,"

Namjoon gave a sharp nod and quickly stepped around the men to make his way down the large corridor. In a place this big, there had to be another set of stairs somewhere.

It was no wonder Seokjin wanted his money; he had clearly put all of it into this ridiculous building and not left anything behind. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Namjoon made his way along the corridors quietly, grateful that the floor was carpeted thickly enough to hide the sound of his feet.

He only encountered two or three members of Seokjin's group on the way, and let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding when he found a set of stairs leading up.

He took the steps four at a time, rushing until he reached the top, but by the time he was there, he could already hear shouts below him.

"Where the fuck has Namjoon gone?"

"Jimin, get upstairs, now!"

Knowing that the first place Jimin would go is to the room that they were holding you, he ducked through the nearest doorway, hiding himself just enough that he could still see through the gap, but not be seen by Jimin.

As expected, Jimin rushed past the open door, his gun in his hand. Namjoon waited a few moments, before quietly coming out the room. On deathly silent feet, he followed the dark haired man down the corridor, sliding into another open room when he saw Jimin stop.

***

You heard a faint groan, and gasped, rushing to Jungkook and dropping to the floor beside him.

"Jungkook?" You asked softly, gently shaking him.

"Quit it," He muttered, weakly lifting his hand and swatting your hands from him, "Hurts,"

"Oh my God, you're alive!" You weren't sure why you were so relieved; you didn't know this man, and he was clearly not a good guy, as he was in one of the groups. However, the sign of life in this man made you feel less alone, and you felt that you had to help him get back behind the table so if anybody came in, he would be relatively safe.

"Barely," He muttered, looking down at his blood red shirt.

"How?" You asked, elated but confused. He had been shot point-blank range by Jimin, directly to the chest. There was so much blood, and you were so sure that the bullet had gone straight through his heart.

"Taehyung," He muttered, unbuttoning his suit jacket. With trembling hands, he reached into the inside pocket that was over his heart and pulled out a completely ruined flask. There was a huge hole right through the middle, and it was covered in blood, but it was obviously the thing that had saved his life.

"He's going to kill me, this was his dads," He grunted, trying to sit up. You attempted to catch him as he fell back down with a groan of pain, but did nothing except soften the blow to his head.

"The bullets inside," He said, his breath coming out in sharp puffs, "The flask slowed it down, but it's there,"

"I don't understand," You said, trying to get a grip on the situation, "You passed out. I thought you died, but you didn't. Now you're saying that the bullet is in your chest?"

"Mrs Kim" His voice was stronger than you would have expected, "Calm down,"

You didn't realise that you were beginning to panic until he spoke. In fact, thinking about it rationally, you were surprised that you hadn't already gone into panic or shock mode.

"I passed out from shock, or something, I don't fucking know, I'm not a Doctor," Jungkook said, "But I need to see one, or I probably will die,"

Without even thinking, you reached down and ripped the front of his bloodstained white shirt open. If not covered in blood, Jungkook's body would have been just as impressive as Jimin's; all golden toned muscles and black ink across his chest and down his side.

Your nurse training came flooding back to you as you saw the open wound. You could see the dull metal of the bullet inside, and sighed when you saw it wasn't too deep. However, Jungkook had no fat, so it had embedded itself far into his muscle, and you knew that the more he moved, the deeper it would go.

"Don't do it," Jungkook said, his eyes opening wide, "You're not a Doct- Ah fuck!"

You gently pressed down either side of the wound, opening it wider and took a deep breath. You had no way to clean your hands, but if you could get the bullet out, he would live. An infection could be treated, but this couldn't wait.

"I'm not a Doctor," You said as Jungkook cursed at you again, "I was training to be a nurse. I can help,"

"Don't you fucking da-!" Jungkook's warning was cut off as you slowly and gently pushed your fingers into the open wound on his chest.

You dug around as gently but quickly as you could, and it was obvious that by the time you got a grip on the slippery bullet, Jungkook had already passed out again.

Gently and slowly, so as to not cause any more damage, you pulled the metal from his chest and sat back on the floor with a sigh.

"I did it!"

Feeling a little proud of yourself, you reached for the knife that was still sheathed on his hip, and sliced off some of his shirt. Folding it, you pressed it onto the bleeding, gaping hole in his chest, and tried to figure out how you were going to tie it to him. Just as you settled on waiting for him to wake up so you could get good enough access to him to apply the rest of his shirt as a makeshift bandage, you heard a voice outside the door, and scrambled back, reaching for the gun with slippery, blood covered hands.