13: Shot
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You bandage Jungkook's wound. After you are done, he releases his grip on your shoulder. You stand up, wiping the sweat off your brow. Your hood had fallen off with you realising.
Jungkook was afraid of stitches, just like you. Luckily, the bullet hadn't penetrated deep enough into his flesh for him to get stitches. Jungkook looked so relieved when you told him.
"How are there so many people here?" You ask him.
The Bangtan members were fighting five people at once. All you could do was shoot these people from the shadows, not face to face.
"Choi Chanyeol's gang is huge." he responds.
You nod. "Don't get out of the car. I'm going there to help."
Before Jungkook could protest, you remove your gun and move forward, trying to get close enough to shoot.
Chaos unfolded in front of you. You tried to navigate your way through it. Shooting anyone who came in front of you as long as it wasn't a Bangtan member.
You curse. Your gun was empty of bullets. You had to reload your gun again in the middle of this chaos. You drop to the floor and pull the extra bullets out of your pocket. There was no one to cover you while you did so. But if no one had noticed you yet, they probably won't until you kill them.
As you are reloading your gun, you feel a sharp pain in your left arm. You look to your side, a man has shot you. Before you could raise your gun to shoot the man. He drops dead.
Hoseok appears at your side and helps you to your feet. You wince at the pain spreading from your hand. You could still shoot with one hand, though.
"Let's take you back to the car." he says.
"No, my left hand is injured. My right hand is completely fine. I can shoot with it."
He shakes his head. "You are injured. I'm going to take you to the car and path you up. Then you will stay there with Jungkook."
You sigh but don't argue. You were perfectly aware that Hoseok would just pick you up and take you to the car. Walking on your own two feet was always preferable. And less humiliating.
When you reached the car, Jungkook was shifting restlessly in his seat, trying to understand what was going on. When he sees you and Hoseok, he opens the door.
"I can patch myself up." You tell Hoseok. Hoseok nodded and left Jungkook and you in the car.
Jungkook passes you the first aid box from the backseat. You open it and rummage through the contents, trying to find the tweezers.
"Jungkook, where are the tweezers?" You ask.
Jungkook unwrapped the tweezers from the cotton gauze. It was still covered with his blood. You couldn't use it before cleaning it.
Jungkook opens the door of the backseat and starts cleaning the tweezers with water. The pain in your arm had numbed. Your skin had started burning around the wound. You lean your head back on the seat and close your eyes, trying to ease the pain.
You passed the antiseptic to Jungkook. He sterilised the tweezers. You roll the sleeves of your shirt.
"Should I do it, or do you want to do it?" Jungkook asked.
"You do it." You say, without opening your eyes.
You clutch the handle of the car door and brace yourself for the pain. Jungkook tenderly holds your elbow and brings the tweezers near the bullet wound.
Without warning, Jungkook inserts the tweezers into your wound. White-hot pain shoots up your arm. You ball your wrists, your nails dig into your palm.
Slowly Jungkook removes the bullet. You could tell it didn't go in too deep. Then he cleans and bandages your wound.
The pain had slightly reduced, but you couldn't ignore it.
"Are you sure we can go back there?" You ask him.
"No, the Hyungs have a strict rule that if you are shot, you don't get to fight." Jungkook responds.
You sigh. You understand the rule was there for the safety of the injured person, but you didn't want to sit and miss all the fun.
"What do we do now?" You ask him.
Jungkook was easy to get along with. Maybe because you were of the same age. In some ways, you could relate to him.
Jungkook's eyes light up. "Stone, paper, scissors?"
You nod. There was nothing for you to do to pass time. You both start playing.
After a while, the two of you forgot to keep track of who was winning and who was losing. You were just having fun.
Soon Jimin and Taehyung joined you and Jungkook in the car. Their hair was stuck to their foreheads because of all the sweat. They got in the car, panting. Their chests rapidly rose and fell as the oxygen tried to reach their lungs.
You suddenly feel guilty. Jimin, Taehyung and the other's were risking their lives, while you and Jungkook were safely playing games and enjoying yourselves in the car.
"Are you okay?" Taehyung asks you and Jungkook after he caught his breath.
"We are fine." Jungkook says, and you nod.
Taehyung was sitting in the driver's seat. He reaches forward and touches your wound. His long fingers brush over the fabric of the gauze. His touch sent small sparks flying through your body.
You meet his dark eyes. For a moment, none of you look away. His eyes always drew you in. You notice, he has a monolid and a double eyelid.
When you realise what you were doing, you look away. From the rear-view mirror you see Jimin smirk at you. You ignore him and look out of the window.
"Where are we going now?" You ask when Taehyung starts the car.
"Home." he says simply.
Once you get back, you knew Jin was going to usher you and Jungkook to bed. You wouldn't be able to leave your room until you had completely healed. Would he let Taehyung into your room?
"Can we get food first?" Jungkook asks. "Losing all that blood has made me hungry."
You realised you were hungry when Jungkook brought up the topic of food. All the running around, killing people and getting shot was tiring.
"Food would be good." Jimin says.
"What would everyone like to eat?" Taehyung asks.
"Pizza?" You suggest. Everyone agrees.
You look out of the window again. The trees passed by, and your hunger grew.
Taehyung plays music, you sway in your seat to the tunes. Finally, he stops in front of a pizza parlour.
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