Bang!
FUCKING CORNDOGS!
I clenched my teeth as I felt a bullet pierce into my skin. I hiss at the force and cried out in pain.
And I thought being shot wouldn't be as painful as the ones I see in movies-- but fucker this feels like hell! It was burning my arm and my whole body is reacting to it.
I slowly opened my eyes, tears are falling endlessly as I stare in front of me. My eyes widened as the man falls onto the ground with a sickening thump.
I screamed as blood started gushing out of him, on the cold pavement. My body was weak and I felt like vomiting at the horrifying sight.
My eyes made way to the person who shot my kidnapper and I felt scared. He was wearing a mouth mask and black clothing, but something in his eyes were oddly familiar.
Being traumatized, I backed away quickly and continue feeling scared at the events happening just now. It was my first time witnessing a person dying and I'll be scarred for the rest of my life.
But something deep inside me was actually relieved that I didn't die. Though, why am I feeling bad for my kidnapper? Cause he didn't deserve it?
No! He deserved it so damn well. He almost killed me.. but I didn't want to see someone die..
"Who are you?! Stay away!" I shrieked when the person walked towards me. His features were really familiar and I can't help but stare at him.
"Relax, will you--?" He trailed off, his eyes widening when he saw my arm.
His voice was so familiar. I heard this voice.. I know it! But it's so hard to think when my arm hurts and because of the dead man near me.
"Shit.." he scrambled to his feet and carefully took out a white handkerchief, attempting to wrap it around my arm, but I flinched.
"N-No! It hurts.." I cried out.
"You'll die if the bleeding doesn't stop." He rolled his eyes, continuing to wrap my arm as I continued flinching at the pressure. He slowly tightened the grip as blood stained the handkerchief. My eyes were sore and it's like I cried for weeks.
"Who are you?" I croaked out, my voice was hoarse after he successfully wrapped my arm in a tight knot. He just looked at me and let out a sigh.
"You wouldn't want to know." He awkwardly said, pulling me up as I stumbled a bit. He helped me walk away from the alley way. I took one more glance behind me, taking in the view.
I will never be the same again.
He made me sit in the passengers seat in a really expensive black car and I just gawk at how unreal it is.
It was a Ferrari 488 GTB.. one of my dream cars--
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"Why am I here again?"
We sat on a couch in a room, inside an unfamilliar building. I slightly gawk at how modern and high tech the place is.
My parents were fond of these kind of homes and would want one. But something was different with this one.
I noticed that something was off with the atmosphere. Well duh, I'm in someone else's house at three in the morning.
My mind wanders off to Jisung. SHIT JISUNG? he's probably looking for me or worse, still awake!
"Why are you doing this?" I mumbled, hissing slightly as the guy slowly unravels the handkerchief from my arm. The bleeding calmed down, but it was still sore.
"It's my fault why you got into this mess." He places the handkerchief down on the coffee table beside him and examined my wound.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"That guy earlier.. he went inside your home cause he was looking for hostages to use so I wouldn't go after him." He stated, not sure if he's explaining it properly. I, myself didn't understand but I still tried to keep up with his words.
"Why were you chasing him?"
"It's none of your business." His voice was sharp, but there was a hint of guilt laced to it.
"Well, of course I need to know! I almost died back there." I frowned, confused why he's not telling me the reason why I got kidnapped.
"You wouldn't understand." He reasoned, his tone softening.
"I would if you tell me." I pleaded.
"Wait here." He ignored my pleading. He let out a sigh and stood up, walking towards another room. He disappeared from sight and I looked around the place once more.
He came back with a first aid kit and it was kind of him to treat my wound. I could've died back there without his help, but he could be the reason why I got into that mess in the first place.
Though, I'm not that stupid.
I tried looking for answers as I imagined his perspective on why he would be chasing my kidnapper in the first place. I might lack some grades in school, but I do have some knowledge in these kind of scenarios.
"Let me guess, he's a bad guy and you're chasing after him cause you wanted to capture him cause he owes you something?" I guessed, hissing again when he cleans my wound with some hydrogen peroxide.
Ah shit, this is worse.
I bite into the sleeve of my shirt and it helped me ease the pain, but it didn't really do much cause my whole body is like shaking.
"Close enough." He said, taking out some bandages and wrapping it around my arm.
"W-Wait-- how about the bullet?" I stared at him in disbelief when he sealed in the bandages on my wound.
"I'll be asking for some help from my hyungs since I'm not a professional here. This should put pressure on the wound for now." He laughed, taking out his phone and dialing a number.
"Hey, is Doyoung hyung with you guys?" He answered through the phone, slightly tired. The call from the other line wasn't loud enough for me to hear, so I waited patiently as I softly rub my arm which was still sore.
"Tell him to come here at station 3 now. We have an emergency, Jungwoo hyung." He ended the call and look back at me.
I can't tell whether he's smiling, frowning, smirking or what-- his mask is covering them all.
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine." He reassured me, but I still had the feeling that I knew this guy since the very start.
"Mmm." I hummed, nodding.
He started to hold my chin up and my cheeks heat up when our faces were an inch close. He took out some tissue and tapped it on my lips as blood drenched the white thing.
I looked away, but glanced again as our eyes met. His dark eyes were holding mine. He looked away and continued treating the wound on my lips.
"Want something to drink or..?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.
"Do you have chocolate milk?" I beamed up, hoping that he could provide some. I'm pretty weak after all and I feel dehydrated.
"Yeah, sure. Wait here."
He walked away and came back after a few seconds with the drink. It was in a carton and I was glad.
"Here," he handed me the drink, along with the straw. "Hope this helps."
Soon after, we heard a car park outside the building. The guy walked over the window pane and glanced down.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"The people who would take the bullet out of your arm." He blurted, making me a little anxious.
Sure, a bullet piercing into my skin hurts like a motherfucker, but the thought of taking the bullet out is much scarier as it's deeply bound inside the skin and to do that.. I'll be going under surgery--
In short, I'm quakin.
What if the anesthesia makes me high? I remember being high when I got my tooth pulled out and damn I wanted to dive into a fountain back then. I was so lucky that Jisung was there to hold me back.
"Why do you look so tense?" He questioned and I was about to flip the coffee table when I heard the door unlock.
And yes, the door is locked with a passcode. It's not any other door I've seen and it's hella cool if you ask me.
"Under the seaaa~ under the--" a guy with orange hair, sang as he danced into the room without noticing me. Then, a black haired guy came strolling in after with a frown.
"Doyoung hyung, why are you dressed.. like that?" The masked guy, pointed at the black haired guy who I assumed is 'Doyoung'.
He was wearing an all blue outfit. His sweatpants were too loose on him which swept the floor slightly and he wore a unique gradient hoodie that clung on his body loosely.
He's not wearing any shoes. Only socks.
"Ask Jungwoo! Johnny told him to pick my outfit and I can't even--" Doyoung's voiced ceased when he saw me.
I gave him a sly smile and the guy named 'Jungwoo' rushed pass him, making Doyoung spin slightly at the action, and sat next to me, his smile faltering.
"Are you okayyy?" Jungwoo asked.
"I'm alright." I answered, smiling.
"Why is a girl here in station 3--?" Doyoung asked the masked guy.
"That's why I called you guys in.. to uh.." he hesitated before answering. "Take out the bullet." He gestured to my arm and Doyoung looked at him and me in disbelief.
"Why was she shot-- who shot her?" Doyoung was slightly angry at the situation, but he still remained calm.
"Someone from one of the gangs out in the west. I tried to keep him away from the neighborhood but he went inside the girl's home, kidnapping her to keep her as hostage." The masked guy replied, looking down.
Wait-- gang? What does he mean?? Where am I exactly?
"Good thing she wasn't shot somewhere in the guts." He continued, receiving nods from Doyoung. Jungwoo was listening beside me with a frown.
"Should we like take her to unit 127 or bring her to the hospital?" Jungwoo pouted.
"We can't risk it, Jungwoo. We have to perform the operation in unit U cause it's the closest from here." Doyoung lets out a sigh. Jungwoo nodded.
"Hang in there. Does it still hurt?" Jungwoo asks, concerned.
"The pain is still there, but I'll live." I smiled.
They both smiled and the masked guy helped me up. I held onto him and he actually picked me up bridal style. I let out a small gasp as I felt my cheeks burn.
We took an elevator and proceeded to go down to the main entrance where a silver Lamborghini was parked.
Once again, my jaw fell and I picked it up immediately when we walked over, getting in.
I noticed a handful of guns strapped underneath the seat and a shiver went down my spine.
Just what am I involved in?
"Where's unit U, exactly?" I asked, ignoring the guns and looking out the window.
"It's pretty near, don't worry." Doyoung smiled as he glanced at me on the rear mirror. I smiled back and continued to look outside as the car speed away quite fast.
I held onto the seat as the car dangerously sped at an unbelievable rate. I didn't question in and just sat there.
"What's your name, by the way?" Jungwoo happily asked when he looked behind him to face me.
Did I mention that the masked guy was just looking through his phone the whole time?
"I'm Park Yoon Rue." I replied, feeling more comfortable as Jungwoo and Doyoung started a conversation with me.
After what felt like a while, we stepped out onto the cold pavement and was in front of a big building. It was bigger than the other one and I was nervously biting my lip, looking down.
Shit, the operation--
We walked inside the building and used the elevator. I walked behind them, feeling my heart beating faster than usual.
We walked inside a room where my face dropped upon seeing the sight.
A familiar voice echoed when we walked in, causing me to stop at my tracks.
"Mark..?"