Perserving Your Peace Part III: Bound To Your HeartBeat
Description: Caught between a burning desire for bloody revenge and a terrifying fear of losing you, Yoongi is forced to face the truth, his heart only beats if yours does.
Warning: Violence and mention of blood.
Note: Some of the names are made up as usually.
The red light above operating room seemed to pulse like a mocking heartbeat. Minutes turned into hours, each tick of the hospital clock felt like a physical blow to Yoongi’s chest. His men stood like statues at both ends of the corridor, they looked like unbreakable wall of black suits keeping the rest of the world away.
Yoongi didn't move from the floor. His eyes were fixed on his hands. That's when the sound of heavy, rushed footsteps broke the silence.
"Yoongi." Namjoon’s voice echoed in to the waiting room as he stopped a few paces away. "The perimeter is secure. The police tried to push through, but our lawyers tied them up at the entrance. The media is spinning it as a corporate dispute."
Yoongi didn’t look up. "The Oryong Gang." He didn't ask a question the name it self left his lips like a death sentence.
"We tracked the license plate of the van," Namjoon replied, putting a sleek black tablet onto the floor next to Yoongi. On the screen, a satellite map pinpointed a secluded warehouse district by the Han River. "Chairman Song is still inside. He actually thinks he won."
A dark, humorless laugh escaped Yoongi’s throat. He stood up slowly, the vulnerability that had broken him moments ago vanished, locked away behind eyes that had gone entirely dead. The terrified boy who had wept on the floor was completely gone.
Agust D had taken his place.
"Tell the boys to gear up," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerously calm whisper. "No silencers tonight. I want Seoul to hear them scream."
Before Namjoon could answer, the sharp click of the operating room doors echoing through the hall made both men freeze.
The red light flickered out.
A surgeon stepped out, looking exhausted, his green scrubs stained. He pulled down his mask, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of Yoongi, clothes disheveled but somehow he still could bring fear to people with only one look..In the end the whole city knew who he was, and what he's capable of.
Yoongi closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand locking onto the front of the surgeon's gown. He didn't yell this time. The quietness of his voice was far more terrifying.
"Tell me she’s breathing."
The surgeon swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "The... the arterial bleeding is contained, sir. The surgery was successful. She is highly unstable and we are moving her to the ICU. She survived the operation but the next 24 hours are critical."
The air rushed back into Yoongi's lungs. For a few seconds, the terrifying mob boss crumbled, he moved from the doctor, his forehead resting against the cool glass of the OR door as he let a huge sigh. You were alive. You were still breathing and somehow that was enough to keep him going.
"Namjoon," Yoongi ordered, not turning around. "Station four men outside her ICU room. No one enters except this doctor and the nurses, if anyone unknown tries to enter her room kill them."
"Understood," Namjoon said, already typing instructions on his phone.
Yoongi looked at the doctor with softer eyes now "Please take care of her," he murmured softly. "If she wakes up, tell her I'm cleaning up the city for her."
Turning away from the operating block, Yoongi unbuttoned his rumpled suit jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a waiting chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing his veins in his forearms. He snatched the tablet from the floor trying to remember every single detail of their warehouse.
He then stood up and as he walked down the hospital corridor, his men automatically fell into formation behind him, a dark wave ready to crash over the city. Yoongi pulled a heavy gun from his waistband, checking the chamber with a cold, practiced click.
Chairman Song had thought he could take the one thing that kept Yoongi human. Now, he was about to find out what happened when Agust D had nothing left to lose.
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The tires of Yoongi’s sleek black sedan screamed as he tore through the iron gates of the Han River warehouse district. Behind him, a convoy of five armored SUVs swerved into position, completely blocking the exits. There was no strategy tonight. No negotiations included.
Yoongi stepped out of the car holding his gun loosely at his side, his thumb flicking the safety off.
"Take out the guards on the perimeter," Yoongi ordered coldly. "Leave Chairman Song to me."
The heavy metal doors of the main warehouse were blown off their hinges with a deafening blast. Dust and smoke filled the air, lit up by the sudden flash of gunfire. The Oryong Gang was caught entirely off guard. Yoongi walked straight through the crossfire like a ghost, his eyes fixed solely on the elevated office at the back of the building. Anyone who stepped into his path was dropped with a single, precise shot. He didn't blink. He didn't slow down.
Upstairs, Chairman Song was frantic, scrambling to stuff stacks of cash into a leather briefcase. The door clicked open. Song spun around, his hand shaking as he raised a gold-plated revolver.
Before he could pull the trigger, a shot echoed through the office. Song screamed, dropping to his knees as a bullet shattered his right knee.
Yoongi closed the distance calmly, kicking the gold revolver across the room. He grabbed Song by the collar of his expensive silk shirt and dragged him to the edge of the glass railing overlooking the chaotic warehouse.
"You thought you could touch her?" Yoongi’s voice was lower than the thunder outside, vibrating with a terrifying, quiet rage. He pressed the hot barrel of his gun directly against Song’s forehead. "You thought you could take her from me and survive?"
"Yoongi... wait! We can make a deal!" Song choked out, blood dripping from his mouth. "The territory... the ports... you can have it all!"
"I don't give a damn about the ports," Yoongi whispered, his grip tightening until Song’s face turned purple. "You spilled her blood. Now I’m erasing your entire existence."
Song trembled, looking into Yoongi's eyes and realizing there was no human left behind them. "Please..."
Yoongi raised the weapon, his finger tightening on the trigger, ready to end it.
The sudden vibration of the phone in Yoongi's pocket cut through the adrenaline. He only answered for one specific person, Namjoon. Keeping the gun fixed on Song, he answered his phone. "Speak."
"Yoongi, get back here right now!" Namjoon’s voice was frantic, barely audible over a background of urgent alarms. "There’s a crisis. The medical team is in her room you need to hurry!"
His whole world suddenly turned. The calculated rage vanished, replaced by a suffocating terror. The gun slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor.
He didn't waste another look on Song. He turned and sprinted out of the office. "Secure the area! Don't let him leave!" he yelled at his men while rushing toward his car.
The drive was a frantic blur. Yoongi pushed the engine to its limits, his heart beating frantically against his ribs. Don't you dare leave me, he prayed, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. Please, just stay.
He slammed to a halt at the emergency entrance and sprinted inside, racing toward the ICU. When he burst through the double doors, the hallway was a scene of urgent activity.
Through the glass partition of your room, he saw the medical team gathered around your bed, their movements fast and synchronized as they worked to stabilize your vital signs. The rhythmic sound of the monitors had changed to a sharp beeping sound, a flat line showing on the screen of the monitor.
"No, no, no..." Yoongi rushed forward, but Namjoon and the security held him back.
"Yoongi, let them work! You can't go in there!" Namjoon yelled, struggling to keep a grip on him.
"Let me go! Y/N!" Yoongi fought against them with frantic strength. Tears broke free as he watched the doctors intervene. He had just confronted an entire gang for revenge, but here, he was completely powerless.
For several agonizing moments, the room was a blur of motion and urgent commands. Yoongi’s strength gave out, and he sank to his knees against the glass, his forehead pressed to the window, waiting for the world to end.
Then, the tone of the monitors shifted. The frantic alarms subsided into a steady, rhythmic ones.
"She’s stable!" a nurse called out, and the medical team let out a collective sigh of relief.
The tension snapped. Yoongi slumped against the floor, burying his face in his hands. A loud crying wracked his frame, in the same time a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming relief washed over him . Your heart was still beating.
The doctor stepped out, wiping his forhead . He looked down at the man on the floor. "She’s stabilized, Mr. Min. It was a critical moment, but she’s fighting. She’s through the worst of it for now."
Yoongi stood up slowly, his legs shaking. He pushed past the doctor not saying anything and stepped into the quiet room. The doctor tried to stop him and tell him that the entry to the ICU room is not allowed but he knew better not to put his life on the line so he stayed silent and let him in.
The heavy scent of the hospital filled the air. He walked to your bedside and sank into the chair, completely exausted . He gently took your hand in both of his hands, pressing it to his face, his tears wetting your skin.
He wasn't leaving this room again. The city could burn, his empire could crumble, but as long as that steady rhythm continued, he had everything he needed.
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