Our last day at the hotel was filled with saying I love you to each other and having sex.

The next morning we were at the front desk checking out when I got the feeling. I leaned close to Jung kook. "Can we stay for a little longer?" I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Please?" He glanced at me as he dug an envelope full of cash out of the backpack he'd bought in with us. "Haven't had enough, huh? Jesus, Y/n. We've had sex six times in the last eighteen hours. I've given you at least ten orgasms. Plus, Thresh is waiting at the docks."

The hotel employee counting out the cash Jung kook had handed her was trying valiantly not to listen, but was failing, miserably. She was blushing scarlet and eyeing us surreptitiously, and lost count three times. "Ten?" She squeaked. "I don't think I've ever come that many times in my entire life." She clapped her hand over her mouth, mortified. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Jung kook just grinned at her. "Then sweetheart, you're not having the right kind of sex." He took his change and winked at her. We walked out of the lobby but I was not feeling very well. I felt that something bad was going to happen. I pushed aside the thoughts and followed Jung kook out of the hotel.

As the hotel valet was bringing our car we were talking. I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure over Jung kook’s shoulder and I froze. It was Roth pointing a gun at Jung kook’s back. Seeing my frozen state Jung kook traced my line of gaze and looked behind him.

Roth shot at Jung kook three times and one bullet went through his rib cage, other in is shoulder and one a little lower in his body. Despite all of this Jung kook shot at Roth from his gun and shot him in the shoulder and near the heart and then fell to the ground.

A shrill scream pierced through the air around us and that sound was made by me. I took out Jung kook’s phone and dialed Thresh’s number and told him about the situation and to hurry.

With the help of the hotel staff Jung kook and Roth, both, were taken to a hospital. Both were in critical condition and taken to the operation theater. I was a crying mess in front of Jung kook’s room.

After few moments Thresh came there and I narrated the whole scene to him. “I’ve called and informed Mr. Wang he is coming here and will reach in five hours.” He informed me. I just nodded my head and hoped for the best.

Jackson and Mia reached the hospital and I ran to hug my brother and I bawled like a baby in his embrace. “Don’t worry he has survived worse than this, three bullets can’t kill him and moreover Roth is dead now.” Jackson cooed, while caressing my hair. I wondered how Roth died as he was also brought to the same hospital. “He didn’t survive the shot by Jung kook.” he said answering my thoughts. I was relieved that Roth has died and no more danger is looming above us. Jung kook was still under watch. Jackson pulled me out of his embrace and held me at an arm’s distance, inspecting me.

“Are you hurt somewhere? Did anyone touch you? How did you escape? Did they hurt you or hit you? Are you fine?” Jackson bombarded me with different questions. “Stop! I am perfectly fine Jackson. They did try to hurt me but I escaped safely.” I replied and narrated him the whole scene. He listened to me with rapt attention, his expression changing from hurt to shock to anger in nanoseconds. After gauzing his expression I said “I am not as fragile as you think I am.”

As I finished narrating my eyes became watery and he engulfed me in his embrace and a lone tear escaped my eye. I wiped it off saying “Jung kook will be okay. Right?” I asked sobbing. “Yes Y/n he will be alright.” He reassured me.

We sat at the bench outside the OT in complete silence with m in Jackson’s embrace for the whole time. After a couple of hours a doctor emerged from the room and we got up to ask him about Jung kook. “We’ve taken out the two bullets but the third bullet went through his body and caused the most damage to the left artery and resulted in internal bleeding. It missed the heart by a small distance.” The doctor said. “We will watch him for a few hours and then shift him to the ward. His condition is still critical.” He continued. My heart dropped at the last sentence. “But he is out of danger.” He clarified. I heaved a sigh of relief at his statement and sat back down with my brother.

I woke up when the doctors came out form the room along with Jung kook on a stretcher. I approached his body and saw that his face was very pale. My eyes became teary at the sight and then they moved him to the ward room. “He will be asleep for a while. You can meet him when the anesthesia wears off.” The doctor informed us and went on his way. We thanked him and sat outside the ward room.

After some time a nurse came out of the ward room and told us that Jung kook is awake and we can meet him, but he is still weak. I cannot contain my happiness and rushed into the room and saw him lying on the bed in the far end of the room.

I took trembling slow steps towards his bed and saw his pale face. A gasp escaped my mouth. I clasped my hand over my mouth to muffle a sob. A hand caressed my arm and I saw behind me to find my brother supporting me.

Jung kook opened his eyes and looked at me mumbling a small ‘hi’. He tried to lift his hand but it fell back down on the bed.

I sat beside his bed and took his hand in mine and occasionally graced my thumb over his knuckles.

My brother made arrangements to move Jung kook to a VIP room. Jung kook was reluctant at first but after I butted in and convinced him, he finally gave up.