ALLIANCE: part two.
↳ chapter two: THE WOUND.
↳genre: angst; thriller; assassin au!
↳characters: kim namjoon x assassin! reader; reader x ot7
↳word count: 1.5K
↳author`s note: these images and GIFS do not belong to me.
“Lee Jungsoo is responsible for 8 deaths, 5 armed robberies, 11 critical injuries, 9 kidnappings, and 3 terrorist attacks. He is currently 34 years old and lives in a private villa here in Seoul. He’s 184 centimetres and travels with 3 armed bodyguards at all times,” I say.
“You obviously have all the equipment you need to take him down,” Namjoon says. “So what do you need us for?”
I sigh. “The thing is…..I have a beef with him.” I look at my brother. “He did something to Jimin that is unforgivable. It’s Jimin’s choice to tell you, but since you’re his friends, I figured you’d want some part in this revenge.”
“Okay? So what should we do?” Jungkook asks.
I feel my lips curl up. “Hurt him. Slowly. Let him see what you’re doing. Don’t hurt his family. They know nothing about what he’s done. Beat him, scratch him, gag him, and cover his eyes. And 5 minutes before I come in, tell him that Phantom knows.”
Jimin laughs evilly. It sounds extra creepy cause his voice is higher. “Revenge and fun.”
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Namjoon’s POV
“You were staring.” A voice comes from behind me.
“Shut up Jimin,” I respond.
“He’s right Hyung, you were,” Taehyung says, sitting between Yoongi and Hoseok in the middle.
I focus my eyes on the road and try to ignore them.
“Does Joonie have a crush?” Jin asks from the passenger's seat.
My cheeks heat up and I hate it.
They all notice and start ooh-ing and ah-ing.
“So Jimin, do you mind telling us what that man did to you?” I ask, pulling the attention away from me.
“He cornered me in an alley once. It was after I visited Y/N at her job. He saw me and started hitting on me. I told him politely that I wasn’t interested. He came after me. He pushed against the wall and started to kiss me. Y/N must have sensed that he was going to do something, cause next thing I know, he’s on the ground with a bleeding head. Turns out she threw a beer bottle at his head. He probably would have raped me. She saved me.”
We’re all fuming.
“He’s gonna be hurt. He’s gonna be hurt bad,” Jungkook says.
“Hey guys,” Yoongi says. We all look at him. “That Ford Explorer has been tailing us for a while now.”
I curse. Jimin looks behind us. His face pales.
“It’s Jungsoo,” he says.
“I’m gonna-“ I say but Jimin cuts me off.
“No, let me call Y/N. We can’t expose ourselves.”
He calls her and connects the phone to Bluetooth.
“Can I help you?” She asks.
“Jungsoo’s tailing us,” Jungkook says.
We hear a car honk on the another side of the phone.
“Lead him into the alley between Daisy’s Bar and the crappy looking tattoo shop. I’ve got it from there. Make yourself look like sitting ducks. Get out of the vehicle. And trust me.”
Another loud honk.
“Why should we trust you, we just met you,” I say.
“Okay Namjoon, this is a little thing about me. If anyone could be potential harm to my brother, they’re gonna hear from me.”
With that, she hangs up.
“Just do it Hyung,” Jimin says.
I do as Y/N told me. I go into the alley. The Ford parks on the road outside the alley. 4 men get out. One in a dress suit, and the others in black uniforms.
They approach us.
“Ahhhh,” says the man in a dress suit. If it isn’t the little escapee,” His smile is like a wolf`s.
“Stay away from him,” Taehyung says, stepping in front of Jimin.
“What are you going to do to stop me?” The man asks. He raises his hand and the guards pull out guns.
“We have a backup on the way,” Jimin says, coming out from behind Tae.
“Backup? Well, I have guns. So come with me, sweetheart. No one has to get hurt,” Jungsoo says.
We hear tired squealing and a Chevy with covered license plates speeds into the alley. It stops less than a foot in front of Jungsoo and his guards. They flinch back. A girl gets out. Y/N. She has her hood up, leaving her face in shadows.
“Mr. Lee, I suggest you leave. And take your lapdogs with you,” she says.
“And this is your backup?” Jungsoo laughs.
“A backup with grenades,” she says, pulling out the weapons.
“You don’t have the guts to throw them little girl,” Jungsoo answers.
She pulls the pin with her teeth and throws it at Jungsoo. A guard fires at Y/N but she’s already moved. Another fire at us. It hits me.
It explodes as smoke. A smoke grenade. Ingenious.
It’s so thick we can’t see anything.
“Everyone behind the car,” Jin says, ushering us all blindly through the smoke. We hear grunts and more gunshots.
It clears after a while, and we see Jungsoo and his guards on the ground, unconscious. Y/N is taking their guns. I lean against a wall, holding my shoulder.
Y/N looks up and sees the blood a moment before the others do. She runs over to me and pulls off her jacket.
“Jimin, I need you to drive the pickup. I’m going to get him in the bed of the truck and compress the wound.” She looks at me. “You are coming with me whether you want to or not.” She looks at the other. “And you guys are following us.”
No one argues with her, and Tae and Jimin help me get in the bed of the truck. Y/N takes off her jacket and wraps it around my shoulder, stopping the blood from flowing. God, it hurts like Hell.
Jimin grabs her bag and gives it to her. She pulls out scissors and a bottle of peroxide. Oh, sh*t.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, panting from the pain.
“I need to check for an exit wound then disinfect it. It’s gonna hurt like hell.”
She has an accent. Australian.
“You’re from Australia?” I ask her, trying to take my mind off the pain as me cuts my shirt away.
“Yeah,” She says, realizing what I’m trying to do. God, she looks beautiful right now, her hair tangled, her eyes extra green, and blood on her face. “Yeah. My family lives there. An incident happened and poof, everyone’s gone.”
She pours the peroxide on my shoulder.
“#&@$*@&$*-+&#)$&@&3)&:&))#&@” I let out a string of curse words. She laughs at that, a soft, short sound. Beautiful.
We talk for a while, her keeping my mind off the pain.
The truck stops in front of a house outside the city. A really nice house.
Tae and Jimin get out of the truck, being careful not to touch my shoulder.
Y/N is already inside and comes into the living room with a black bag. She pulls out a vial and a needle.
“This will numb the area of the shoulder. I’m going to stitch you're wound together. There’s an exit wound,” she explains, injecting my arm with the serum. My whole arm goes numb.
“Jimin, hand me the sewing case.”
He does as she says the moment she says it. I watch as she threads the needle and sews my skin together.
“Ha, talent,” Hoseok says. He’s trying to make light of the situation but I can see the fear in his eyes.
“I’m going to be fine Hobi,” I say. “I have a surgeon hear taking care of me.”
She’s wrapping my shoulder in bandages now.
“How did you do that so fast?” Jungkook asks.
She smiles, and there’s something sad in her eyes. “Lots of practice, I guess.”
The pain is returning to my arm. I groan.
“Okay Namjoon, I’m going to give you something that will help you sleep. When you wake up, there will be a slight pain. Don’t get up. If you need anything, Jimin and I will be there. Okay?”
I nod my head as she injects me with something else.
I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
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