Uhh.. In this chapter, I talk about guns and stuff, so if I get something wrong about them, sorry, because you know, I am not a pro at guns.
ENJOY
CHAPTER 9
## Hyunjin POV ##
I couldn’t move as I feared I would get shot. Jaemin saw my slowness, so he pulled me safety. As the shooting carried on, I came back from my dazedness.
“What’s happening?? Why are people carrying guns?? Why are they shooting??”
Jaemin was too busy shooting, he couldn’t hear my exclamation.
“JAEMIN!!”
He ducked for cover before asking me,
“WHAT!?”
“I SAID WHY ARE PEOPLE SHOOTING?? !!??!!”
He didn’t even have time to answer my question. All he did was duck, catch his breath, and start shooting all over again. I wanted to yell at him, but before I could, he got shot. He fell in pain of his gun shot wound.
“Oh my.. Are you ok?!?”
“DO I LOOK OK!!?!!”
“.. no.”
“YES. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A SMART GIRL!!”
“Why thank you. Now.. if you’ll answer my question from before...”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I AM IN ANY STATE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS??”
“..no.”
“WELL THEN GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I’LL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS WHEN WE ARE OUT OF HERE!!”
“FINE!!”
At that very moment, I was very angry at Jaemin, but I couldn’t blame him because he does have a GSW in his right arm shoulder. I looked around for an exit, and remembered the ‘analysis’ I had of the place. There should be an exit right behind us. Yes. I was right. But to every solution, there are always obstacles. The obstacle in this situation was the very big wide gap between us and the door. There were still people firing bullets all over the room when I thought of a plan.
“Jaemin, give me your gun.”
Painfully, he handed it to me.
“Now, tell me how this lethal weapon works.”
“..YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WORK A GUN..??!?”
“Uh.. YEA! I am only an average high school student that doesn’t play cops and robbers everyday with REAL GUNS!!”
“.. You have to pull this, and release it. Then aim and shoot.”
I held the gun in my hand and decided to do a few practice shots. Pulled the safety, released it, aimed at the wall, and BANG!!
“AH!”
Maybe I should practice once more.. Aimed, CLICK. Nothing came out. I pulled the trigger, and CLICK.
“Jaemin..”
“YOU NUMBNUT!! THERE’S NO MORE AMMO!! Luckily, I brought spare like every smart man with a gun would do. Ok.. Press on to that, and the cartridge will fall out. Stick the magazine in the hole, and push hard to let in click in. Pull the safety, release. Aim and shoot.”
I followed his instructions and practiced one last time. BANG!!
I was still freaked with this idea of mine, but its working fine.
“Ok.. Jaemin.. I am going to bravely stand and cover for you. You run and.. You’re ok to run, right?”
“Yea.. Just barely.. I lost lots of blood.”
“ok. You run and I’ll cover and follow. Open the door and we escape. That is.. as long as neither of us gets shot.. again.”
I gave myself two seconds to calm down, breathed in a big breath, and
“GO!”
As I stood up to shoot, all I could think of was,
“—I am gonna die..I am gonna die.. I AM GONNA DIE!—”
I started shooting furiously at everything. I tried to calm down and looked for the enemies before I shot anything. We started moving backwards while I shot everything that had a head and was wearing a shirt with a black collar.
Jaemin opened the door and we both slipped through the small gap he managed to open with his injury stinging.
“Am I dead..??”
“No.. You’re fine.. But I am going to if you don’t take me to a hospital......”
“.. right..”
I scanned the horizon for cars and saw one at the side of the road. We managed to get to the car without falling or tripping. Luck was on our side. The car had no alarm system so all I had to do was pull the door harder that normal. Carefully I helped Jaemin into the back of that car we are about to steal. As I got in the car, I tried to recall how my brother hot-wired a car.
*Flashback*
(Hyunjin 8 years old, Junyoung 14 years old)
“Oppa... My legs hurt..”
“I’m too tired to carry you, Hyunjin..”
There was a car sitting on the side of the road. Junyoung oppa looked at me, and grinned. He broke the window of the door of the car and placed me in the passenger seat. Then he walked around the car to the driver’s window and broke it. Got in, and started fiddling with the wires.
“Oppa.. Are you sure it’s ok..?”
“It’s ok.. Gosh Hyunjin. Stop being such a baby.”
“But Junyoung oppa...”
“Just sit there and be quiet.”
“..ok..”
He then started cutting wires and twisting them together. I stared at the process of him doing it. Cut yellow wire, cut red wire, cut green wire, twist red and yellow together, yellow and green ...
Finally, he got the car moving, and we went off home.
*Flashback End*
I felt very guilty, stealing some poor guy’s car, but it was life death situation. You can’t blame me. Coincidentally, I had a pocket knife in my bag. I started cutting the wires and joining them back with another wire. After what seemed like a lifetime to Jaemin, I finally got the shabby car to work.
But the thing was.. I never drove before.
“Uh.. Jaemin..? I never drove a car before..”
“..You’re freakin’ weird, you know that? You know how to hot wire a car, but not drive.”
“Sorry!”
“Ok.. Have you ever played car video games at the arcade?”
“Well.. kinda...”
“Is it the remote or wheel kind?”
“Wheel..”
“Ok.. It’s the same principal. Normally you wouldn’t drive as fast as in the video game, but right now, you gotta, coz I’m dying.”
I looked back, and the amount of blood was horrifying. I looked back to the front, and pictured myself in the arcade. Release the safety brake, put it in drive, stepped on it and..
“WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!”
I was driving so badly, I think Jaemin puked.
“OI!! I’D RATHER DIE OF BLOOD LOST THAN A CAR CRASH!!”
I turned my head slightly to look at him and said,
“I am doing my best, it is the first time I am driving..”
“WATCH THE ROAD.. CAR!!!”
I swerved around the car that was coming head on.
“YOU STUPID! YOU’RE DRIVING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!”
“So that’s why..”
I cut over to the correct lane and kept on driving. Soon, we arrived at the hospital.
Jaemin puked as he got out of the car. I quickly went to help him. The nurses in the building saw me and actioned a few more of their staff to come and help Jaemin onto a gurney. They wheeled him in and I followed. Two doctors and four nurses ran side by side with the gurney. They wheeled him in behind the curtain as one the nurses came out asking me questions.
“What’s his name, age, relationship to you, and how did he get the GSW?”
“Uh.. his name is Jaemin, I have no idea what’s his age, he was my so-called body guard, and some dude shot him.”
“... Uh.. Do you have any contact details of his family or anything?”
“..no.”
“.. ok.. You can wait here.”
“Thanks.”
I sat down and waited. Within moments, Jaemin was wheeled out and pushed into the operation room. I followed them to sit on the bench outside the room. A few minutes later, a different nurse came to me.
“Miss, are you a relative of him?”
“..no.”
“Do you have any contact details of any of his relatives?”
“.. no. I’m just the girl who got him here.”
“Ok.. He needs surgery now or else he’ll die. Can you quickly signed here to give consent to the operation?”
“Uhh.. Sure.. But I thought a relative had to do it..”
“Normally yes, but you’ll be fine. Signing this just means you’ll be the one held responsible for him taking surgery. No big.”
“..... Ok.”
I quickly signed on the line and the nurse ran into the operations room. I sat down and waited. Hours went by.
