"It's hard, everything is dizzy." It made him want to shut his eyes and then he felt like sleeping. He had to try and keep them open but every jolt in the car shook him and made him whimper in pain. The driver apologies but it wasn't like he could drive any slower. They had to get there now or that kid would die. And he'd probably die too.
As they pulled up at the hospital, Jungkook was fading out, his eyes closed and only slurring out the odd word that didn't wholly make sense.
"Did you learn driving in a barn? How can you be slow and bad?" Yoongi didn't bother to listen to the driver's excuses and, yes, he knew he was being irrational, but he could make up for that later. For now he had to direct people to be careful when handling Jungkook, making sure that they knew how much that mattered. He walked with the bed when it was rolled down a corridor, trying to see whether Jungkook would look at him again.
Finally he had to fall back, since Jungkook was taken straight into surgery, and then it didn't matter that he had money and a gun and so many men ready to kill for him. All he could do was stand in the hallway and try not to cry.
He did finally look at his phone, so there was that, although all he did was text Namjoon.
Namjoon was trying to search out the sight, moving through the dead bodies on both sides and gritting his teeth over all their good men that had been taken out by the ambush. God, he hoped Jungkook wasn't one of them.
The bastard who did it, he slipped from their grasp and ran for it. He probably knew he'd hit the golden child. And that was pretty much a death sentence. Yoongi was going to kill him.
Because Yoongi would like to believe that, but he knew that Namjoon had no more ways to know that than he did, which was none whatsoever. He tried to focus on something else, knowing that he had to. He was a mob boss engaged in a war and just because his hand was red with Jungkook's blood didn't mean he could stop caring about everything else.
It's not bullshit. Jungkook is strong, I know he will be okay.
He has a destiny still, he's going nowhere.
Cheon shot Kookie, I saw it. I tried to get the bastard but he ran for it as soon as I'd reloaded. J-Hope just missed him but he ducked under an bridge. Everyone else is dead but him. Lucky fucker. We lost some guys too, I tried to save some but it was too late. Headshots, you know?
It wasn't long before Namjoon got to the hospital, then he pretty much ran to find Yoongi, asking anyone who'd help him. By the time he arrived, he was already almost crying. "Yoongi!"
Yoongi just lifted the hand that wasn't bloody in greeting, mostly staring at the door they had wheeled Jungkook off to. He had no idea what was happening right now and there was nothing he could do but wait, so he did just that.
Finally he managed to turn his head to look at Namjoon properly, pulling him down into the chair next to him. "He did that for me."
Which, yes, he knew, was what Jungkook should have done. What any of them should have done, Namjoon included. His life was worth more than theirs, for whatever fucked up reason, and right now he just couldn't believe that. What was he supposed to do if Jungkook died for his sake?
"I told him I loved him." So there was that at least.
"He knows you love him. He always knew. And he loved you so much, always has." Ever since he was a little boy, running after them so they didn't ditch him, decked out with toy guns and shades too big for him. He always wanted to be with Yoongi and Namjoon, it was his dream job when they finally let him into the gang and gave him errands. He did ever last one with such a smile on his face.
They couldn't lose him, not now.
"He did what anyone would have done but I know that it's no comfort. He'll make it though, he's our Kookie. He's not going to let us down, he'll keep fighting." He reached out and took Yoongi's hand, not caring if he got blood on himself or not. He had to be there for him.
"If you ever take a bullet for me, I'll shoot you." No, that didn't make any sense even as a hypothetical threat, but Yoongi didn't even care. Namjoon had gotten hurt for him before and he hated it every single time. "If he makes it, I'll have to reward him for doing this. What I want to do is kick his ass so he'll never do it again."
Fuck all of this. Yoongi closed his eyes and lowered his head. "He was just crying. He looked like a kid." He was a kid.
He had to think about something else. "Cheon, right? That's the one who threatened Jimin too." So many reason to hate him. "You told them to get him alive?"
"Kookie did what he was trained to do. Like I do what I'm trained to do. Yoongi, you're important. You're like a king in our world. We have to be ready to die for you. If you died, there would be a power vacuum. I don't want that, so many people would die." Yoongi was needed for balance and they had to do what they had to do just to save him and keep him in place. Jungkook did the right thing.
Namjoon just wished he hadn't. "I should have been there. Shit. I could have taken his place. I can't stand him being hurt. I don't want anyone hurt but he's just a kid."
He couldn't even imagine Jungkook crying, he hadn't done that since he was little but he didn't even want to think about it. It was too much. "Oh yeah, I told them I wanted him alive. If anyone kills him, it's us. And it's going to fucking hurt."
"I know. I know that." Not that he wanted any of it to be true, but he could hate destiny once Jungkook was fine. Right now he had to focus his energy on hoping for him and, well. On imagining ways to kill the bastard that shot him. "I shouldn't have let Jungkook come with us, but he wanted to so badly. And I know he'd have always wanted to be the one to take a bullet for me. It's not making me feel any better about it all, but it is what he wanted."
He exhaled slowly and gave Namjoon's hand a squeeze. "We'll kill him slowly. Are you sure we got everyone else? I feel like killing more." He should be glad that they had ended the war with such a decisive blow, but he couldn't do that right now. "I guess we'll have a lot of riffraff to take care of when we take their territory properly."
"He wanted to come and he wanted to do this, he acted without thinking. You gave him what he wanted and I doubt he regrets a second of it. Well, maybe the pain part. God, he is going to whine at us all the time." Jungkook hated being sick, he was so bad at staying in bed and he was just going to drive them nuts. Maybe they could handcuff him to a bed or something. "He'll be back to bugging us in no time."
He squeezed Yoongi's hand back, refusing to consider Jungkook not being fine. He'd be okay, he just knew it. "We need to take over the club to truly make our statement so we could always ambush that. Think of the scumbags we could end in that shithole."
"God, yeah." Yoongi leaned his head back, smiling briefly as he imagined all those shitheads getting their brains blown out. However, he frowned after a few moments, already thinking strategically. "We'll have to be careful, so the girls stay safe. Boys. Whatever they keep there. Definitely need Hobi again." Otherwise, he wasn't sure. But the thought of accidentally hurting someone like that made his heart clench painfully in his chest. So much for being the unfeeling gangster boss. Whatever, Namjoon knew him.
"I'll need blueprints of the place." He paused for a moment, then looked at Namjoon. "You know, if... I mean. Jungkook would like to help plan something like this."
"We can get the blueprints and we'll work something out. I think we can do it with a few causalities, not too many. Only the scumbags. Hopefully we can get some of the girls and boys somewhere safe so they don't have to be there any more." He hated that this kind of thing went on in their city. Well, now they had an excuse to deal with it.
They messed with Kookie, they were going to suffer for it. "We'll attack every business they own, every place to hang out, we'll just send a message. No one innocent gets hurt, just them. No one does that to our youngest." And they would pay. "Kookie is going to love planning an attack."
"He'll love the planning. It's afterwards I worry about. Might have to do the handcuffing. Get your new baby brother to guard him, they love each other." Yoongi snorted, trying to focus on that. Things that could happen when Jungkook survived this. He had no idea what he'd do if he didn't.
"I'll talk to J-Hope about what he thinks long-term. We might have to diversify on that side of town. I'm not going to become a pimp, that's not happening in my territory. I don't know. Strip club? What do they call the classy version, burlesque?" Might be a better way to find jobs for the kind of people they might end up there. "We'll need more manpower too. Damn. I hate people."
"Let me handle all of that, it's boring stuff. You already have a lot you need to do and I don't. I just dick around. Let me take that on." He didn't just dick around, he had a giant work load but he didn't want Yoongi to have to deal with people and whores, all manner of horrible things. Instead, he just smiled at Yoongi and gave him a thumbs up. "I got this."
He hoped he got it. "I'll ask Tae to watch him, making he can keep him down. And we can get Jimin in to help Hobi, he will need the back up if we have to do so much planning and I'm sure Jimin can handle it." Hopefully.
"We'll do it together. I don't want you to befriend them all." Seemed like a real danger. He smiled anyway, rolling his eyes. "Listen, I li-- All right, I'm as ambivalent towards Jimin as I am to most people, but he doesn't exactly have any experience. With anything. As far as I can tell."
Although he was starting to suspect he had seduced his fair share, but that was neither here nor there. "If Hobi finds him useful, maybe. But I'd not hold my breath if I was you."
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As they pulled up at the hospital, Jungkook was fading out, his eyes closed and only slurring out the odd word that didn't wholly make sense.
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Finally he had to fall back, since Jungkook was taken straight into surgery, and then it didn't matter that he had money and a gun and so many men ready to kill for him. All he could do was stand in the hallway and try not to cry.
He did finally look at his phone, so there was that, although all he did was text Namjoon.
at the hospital
hes in surgery
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Namjoon was trying to search out the sight, moving through the dead bodies on both sides and gritting his teeth over all their good men that had been taken out by the ambush. God, he hoped Jungkook wasn't one of them.
The bastard who did it, he slipped from their grasp and ran for it. He probably knew he'd hit the golden child. And that was pretty much a death sentence. Yoongi was going to kill him.
He's going to be okay.
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Because Yoongi would like to believe that, but he knew that Namjoon had no more ways to know that than he did, which was none whatsoever. He tried to focus on something else, knowing that he had to. He was a mob boss engaged in a war and just because his hand was red with Jungkook's blood didn't mean he could stop caring about everything else.
give me an update on everything else
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Jungkook is strong, I know he will be okay.
He has a destiny still, he's going nowhere.
Cheon shot Kookie, I saw it.
I tried to get the bastard but he ran for it as soon as I'd reloaded. J-Hope just missed him but he ducked under an bridge. Everyone else is dead but him. Lucky fucker. We lost some guys too, I tried to save some but it was too late. Headshots, you know?
We're down Hyun Bin, Jong-suk, Joon-gi and Min-ho
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send their families flowers, they'll be provided for. i'll write something personally when i got time
is anyone else injured?
at least we won
did you send someone after cheon yet?
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Everyone else is walking wounded, they're mostly concerned about Kookie. You know us, boss. We all worry when one is hurting. Especially the youngest.
We got more people dead on their side but I'll make sure I handle the dead. Or I'm going to tell Hobi too because I can't think right now.
I have to be there for Kookie.
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tell hobi and just come here
i have his blood all over me and
just come here
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i'm so sorry, hyung. it'll be okay.
It wasn't long before Namjoon got to the hospital, then he pretty much ran to find Yoongi, asking anyone who'd help him. By the time he arrived, he was already almost crying. "Yoongi!"
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Finally he managed to turn his head to look at Namjoon properly, pulling him down into the chair next to him. "He did that for me."
Which, yes, he knew, was what Jungkook should have done. What any of them should have done, Namjoon included. His life was worth more than theirs, for whatever fucked up reason, and right now he just couldn't believe that. What was he supposed to do if Jungkook died for his sake?
"I told him I loved him." So there was that at least.
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They couldn't lose him, not now.
"He did what anyone would have done but I know that it's no comfort. He'll make it though, he's our Kookie. He's not going to let us down, he'll keep fighting." He reached out and took Yoongi's hand, not caring if he got blood on himself or not. He had to be there for him.
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Fuck all of this. Yoongi closed his eyes and lowered his head. "He was just crying. He looked like a kid." He was a kid.
He had to think about something else. "Cheon, right? That's the one who threatened Jimin too." So many reason to hate him. "You told them to get him alive?"
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Namjoon just wished he hadn't. "I should have been there. Shit. I could have taken his place. I can't stand him being hurt. I don't want anyone hurt but he's just a kid."
He couldn't even imagine Jungkook crying, he hadn't done that since he was little but he didn't even want to think about it. It was too much. "Oh yeah, I told them I wanted him alive. If anyone kills him, it's us. And it's going to fucking hurt."
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He exhaled slowly and gave Namjoon's hand a squeeze. "We'll kill him slowly. Are you sure we got everyone else? I feel like killing more." He should be glad that they had ended the war with such a decisive blow, but he couldn't do that right now. "I guess we'll have a lot of riffraff to take care of when we take their territory properly."
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He squeezed Yoongi's hand back, refusing to consider Jungkook not being fine. He'd be okay, he just knew it. "We need to take over the club to truly make our statement so we could always ambush that. Think of the scumbags we could end in that shithole."
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"I'll need blueprints of the place." He paused for a moment, then looked at Namjoon. "You know, if... I mean. Jungkook would like to help plan something like this."
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They messed with Kookie, they were going to suffer for it. "We'll attack every business they own, every place to hang out, we'll just send a message. No one innocent gets hurt, just them. No one does that to our youngest." And they would pay. "Kookie is going to love planning an attack."
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"I'll talk to J-Hope about what he thinks long-term. We might have to diversify on that side of town. I'm not going to become a pimp, that's not happening in my territory. I don't know. Strip club? What do they call the classy version, burlesque?" Might be a better way to find jobs for the kind of people they might end up there. "We'll need more manpower too. Damn. I hate people."
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He hoped he got it. "I'll ask Tae to watch him, making he can keep him down. And we can get Jimin in to help Hobi, he will need the back up if we have to do so much planning and I'm sure Jimin can handle it." Hopefully.
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Although he was starting to suspect he had seduced his fair share, but that was neither here nor there. "If Hobi finds him useful, maybe. But I'd not hold my breath if I was you."