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It was about two in the morning. Bambam and Jackson had just finished up on their mission with Yugyeom not too long ago, so they decided to walk around in the city before going home.

"Aye, can you believe what Yugyeom did to that guy? He did not lie when he said he was gonna make that man suffer." Bambam spoke in awe.

"Are you dumb?" Jackson scoffed. "Mark just left the country without warning, and all you can think about is Yugyeom beating that poor guy to a pulp."

"But he stole from Yugyeom's father." Bambam reminds, but Jackson shakes his head.

"No, the guy's brother stole from Mr. Kim, not vise versa." Jackson corrects his friend.

"It's not like we could refuse the mission." Bambam says, which causes Jackson to let out a sigh.

Suddenly, a frown makes its way onto Jackson's face as he noticed a trail of blood leading to around the corner.

Jackson continued following it more intently, wanting to know where it was coming from. He quickly looks up when he caught Bambam from falling face first to the ground.

"oof—!"

Jackson noticed Bambam had tripped over an empty glass bottle. It looked to be vodka or some alcoholic beverage.

"How did you even manage to trip over that?"

"I don't know, Jackson! Probably the same way you managed to choke on your own elbow that one time." Bambam retort, dramatically,

"No need to overreact." Jackson laughs at Bambam and proceeds ahead once more.

"Wait, stop!" Jackson holds his arm out in front of him to put a halt to his movements.

"What is it now?" Bambam groans.

"Look!" Jackson points, looking at the person on the ground. "Isn't that–"

"Y/n!"

The two men run to her unconscious body, making sure she wasn't hurt.

"She's freezing to death!" Jackson pointed out in shock as her skin felt like ice.

"What the hell happened to her?" Bambam's brows furrow, noticing the new scars on her body.

Jackson grabs her arm, inspecting the bandage wrapped around it. That bandage on her shoulder was no longer white as it was stained a deep red color.

Bambam gently removes the bandage and y/n had dark blue veins popping up all around the injury.

"What the fuck.." Jackson whispers, realizing that the bandage was covering a stab wound.

When did she get shot and why did nobody tell them?

"It's infected." Bambam detects, covering the wound back up.

"We need to take her to Jaebeom," Jackson declares, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around her body. "He'll know how to help her."

He picks her up and he held her in his arms as they both headed straight to Jaebeom's house. Luckily, his house wasn't that far from here.

Jackson could hear Y/n groan in pain which only made him run faster. Who knows how long she'd been lying out here in the cold.

When they finally reached Jaebeom's house, Bambam bursts through the door and Jackson runs in behind him.

Jaebeom was sitting at the kitchen island looking through his paperwork, seeming extremely focused.

"Hyung! We need your help!" Bambam states, the panic in his voice very evident.

He slowly looks up from the papers and sighs in annoyance while taking his glasses off.

The two men always bursted into Jaebeom home without permission, so he was never quick to respond to them.

He slowly turns around in his chair as his back was facing them, "What is it–"

He immediately stands up upon seeing Y/n in Jackson's arms. Some blood glided down her arm, dripping down onto the hardwood floor.

"What happened?!" He shouts, walking up to them.

He gently grips y/n's face with the palm of his hands, inspecting her ill looking features.

"What did you guys do?!" He clenches his jaw, angrily.

Jackson places y/n down on the couch, allowing Bambam to answer for him.

"We didn't do anything." Bambam says frantically. "We found her like this."

"Bambam, go get the first-aid kit from the upstairs." He instructs. "And Jackson.."

Jackson just waited in silence for him to finish his sentence as Bambam headed towards the staircase.

"Yeah?"

"Give me your shirt." He demands, but Jackson stared at him taken aback.

"I beg your pardon."

"I said, give me your shirt. I need it to stop the bleeding." He repeats.

"Fuck no! Use your own! This one cost me $100." He declined while shaking his head.

"Jackson." Jaebeom reached out his hand, sending a deadly glare Jackson's way.

"Fine."

He let out an annoyed huff and pulled the shirt over his head, handing it to Jaebeom.

He used Jackson's shirt to apply pressure to y/n's wound, stopping the bleeding. Jackson flinch at the site of his favorite shirt, sadly, being ruined. He shook his head in disappointment, letting out a deep sigh.

Bambam finally came back into the room with a giant first-aid kit in his hands.

"So, all I found was the one that had band-aids, cloth, rubbing alcohol, and a..toothpick? What is that doing in here?" He speaks in confusion, tossing it behind him.

Jackson tried not to laugh which only caused Bambam to snicker a bit before covering his mouth.

"How childish can you guys get?" Jaebeom states, clearly not in the mood for laughing.

He begins fixing up y/n's infected shoulder and it was clear she was in a lot of pain. Both boys wanted to help in some way, but they're not good at the doctor stuff like Jaebeom.

The only reason Jaebeom knew how to stitch, disinfect wounds, and other things like that was through Jinyoung.

Jinyoung's father used to be a doctor. During the time Jinyoung and Jaebeom spent together, Jinyoung's father was kind enough to teach them both the basics in healing wounds.

That was before...well, that awful incident between both Jinyoung's father and Mr. Kim.

After Jaebeom finally got the bleeding to stop, he disinfected Y/n's shoulder wound and placed a fresh bandage over it.

He eventually stands up and places a blanket over y/n, letting her rest.

He turns to Bambam and Jackson, crossing his arms over his chest, "So, are you going to tell me what happened now?"

Bambam and Jackson glance at each other before staring back at Jaebum while shrugging.

"We have no idea." Bambam states, defensively. "We found her like that in the snow."

"But that wound does seemed fairly recent." Jackson adds.

Who ever took care of it last, didn't do a very good job as those wounds looked as if they had been infected for a day or two.

"That's probably why she hasn't been to school all week. Last I heard, she'd been staying with Victoria at her apartment." Bambam informs. "That's what Mark and Yugyeom told us."

"Yeah, so they probably know what happened to her." Jackson nods, agreeing with Bambam.

"I'll have to talk to Yugeom about th—" Jaebeom begins, but gets cut off as y/n suddenly says something in her sleep.

"Jinyoung-ah.." She cries out.

All heads immediately snap to look in Y/n's direction at the sound of her talking in her sleep.

"Jinyoung?" Jaebeom whispers.

• I •

One Year Ago

"Jimin! Hurry up! We're going to be late for Namjoon's party!" You holler and Jimin comes running out of his bedroom.

"Chill out, y/n." He sneers "It's not like we actually need to be there. And you should be more respectful towards me, I'm older than you."

"Oh right, sorry grandpa." You state, mockingly.

"Hey! I'm not that old!" He scoffs and begins chasing after you.

He chases you out the house all the way to Namjoon's place which wasn't far since he literally lives two house away from Jimin's.

When you got inside, you run all the way up to the rooftop where the party was being held. Since Namjoon's pretty rich, it took you a while to get there.

You spot Jinyoung conversing with Jungkook, but you ruin their conversation when you begin to hide behind Jinyoung's back.

"Hide me." You command, clinging onto his shoulders.

"What'd you do this time?" He chuckles lightly.

"There you are! You run too damn fast." Jimin pants, out of breath.

"Ah, now I see what's going on." Jinyoung smiles while you step away from him and you grin sheepishly.

"Hey, shorty it's been a while." Jungkook speaks in smug voice as he throws an arm around your shoulder.

"First of all, I saw you like four hours ago at Jimin's house and second, I'm not short." You state matter of factly, throwing his arm off your shoulder.

"You are short." He pats the top of your head, laughing.

"Shut up! I'm clearly still growing, unlike someone." You motioned towards Jimin, playfully.

Jimin gives you and Jungkook a death glare as you two began to laugh.

"Why am I being attacked like this?" Jimin questions, distraught.

You could hear Jinyoung sighing in annoyance from behind you. He always got witness the contant bickering between you, Jimin, and Jungkook.

"Let's go dance." You suggest, grabbing onto Jinyoung's arm while smiling up at him.

It was the last week of summer during this time and Namjoon wanted to throw one more party before school started back up again.

You and Jinyoung had gotten into a big fight earlier that summer, so you decided to take a break with your relationship. But eventually you both got back together during the school year.

That was the last year you spent with him before moving to Seoul.

• II •

Present Time

You wake up in a warm, yet unfamiliar bed that you don't remember falling asleep on. You sit up slowly and noticed your newly bandaged shoulder.

You gaze out the window that showed the sun setting over the big city of Seoul. You begin feeling nostalgic, thinking about the dream you just had.

You wish you could go back to that night. That was one of the last times you were genuinely happy. But now your life has been succumbed with worry and stress.

You start to space out as you stared at the bright orange sun shining through the window. A loud groan escapes my lips as you throw myself back against the soft mattress.

You eventually realized that you were in Jaebeom's house while you looked up at the ceiling. This was the guest bedroom you had been staying in for the past couple of days.

You wanted to get up and thank him for helping you, but you had no energy to do so.

Suddenly, you hear the doorbell ring from downstairs as you were about to shut your eyes again.

"Y/n, come down! Someone's here for you!"

You stand up lazily after hearing Jaebeom call for me. You didn't want to get up, but it would be rude not to, so you did anyways.

"Who is it?"

When you reached the last step, you look at the door to see who it was and you eyes went wide with excitement.

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