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The Cold Dragons flooded into the room.

Lay spotted Jungah hovered over Zico. *He’s not dead yet?* He furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. Lay glanced at his subordinates and nodded. They nodded back and raised their guns.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” A roar came from behind.

They all turned around. Immediately, the men bowed at the sight of their second-in-command.

Lay stared at him in shock. Kris strode into the room. He gave Lay a withering glare. Clearly, he was disappointed in his best friend. *We’ll talk later.*

Kris looked at his men, “Put your weapons down and leave.”

“But, sir"-

“I GAVE YOU AN ORDER, AND I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW IT WITHOUT QUESTION.” Kris snarled.

The men glanced at each other. They withdrew their weapons and slipped out of the room.

Lay turned to him, “Liang won’t be happy.”

“I don’t give a damn about what Liang thinks right now.” Kris saw Cho dead on the floor. “He got what he wanted. He doesn’t need to destroy everyone else.”

Lay shook his head and walked out of the room.

Kris turned his head and watched Jungah mourning for Zico. His shoulders deflated at the loss of purpose. They were too late. Zico had already been shot. *What if he dies? How will I face Jungah from now on?*

Jungah quickly sat up. She wiped the tears away from her face, “We have to get you out of here. We have to get you to the hospital.” Jungah tried to lift him up.

Zico wouldn’t budge, “I can’t. Even my leg is shot.”

“What?!” Jungah yelped. She looked down, and the remaining bits of her heart were torn into shreads. Blood was seeping out of the bullet wound on his right thigh. It made the black jeans look darker. Jungah scrambled over. She pressed her hands over the wound to stop him from bleeding. Zico arched his back with a scream in pain.

Jungah felt the tears cloud her vision again. *I hate that he’s the one in pain. If I could switch positions with him, I gladly would.*

A shadow fell over them. Jungah looked up in horror.

“Help him up. We’ll take him to the hospital.” Kris said.

Jungah nodded in immense relief.

Kris bent down to help Zico up. He moaned in pain as Kris lifted him up. Jungah came to the other side of him. She wound Zico’s arm around her neck and wrapped her arm around his waist. Zico’s head rolled around and landed on Kris’s neck. Kris gritted his teeth, gripped onto Zico’s wounded body, and dragged him out of the warehouse. Kris helped Zico into the backseat. “I’ll ride in the back with him.” Jungah said. She hopped on and sat beside Zico. Kris ran to the driver’s seat. He started the car and raced out of the warehouse.

Zico’s head was resting on Jungah’s shoulder. His chest rose up and down in shallow breaths. His blood stained her dress a violent red. Jungah squeezed his hand. For once, it wasn’t warm. It was sickeningly cold. She didn’t like the feel of it. Zico groaned softly in pain. His gaping wounds wouldn’t stop bleeding. Jungah was so scared he would bleed to death before they reached the hospital. “Hold on, Zico. Just a little longer.” She whispered.

Jungah dabbed the sweat on his forehead with her long sleeve. Her eyebrows were knit in concern, and her eyes were wet with tears.

Zico slowly blinked once and twice. His eyelids were growing heavier. He could already feel his life slipping away. His hand slid out of Jungah’s. Her eyes rounded in panic. “ZICO, NO!”

Kris looked in the mirror to see what was wrong.

“DON’T GIVE UP! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T YOU EVEN THINK OF LETTING GO WHEN WE’RE ALMOST THERE!” Jungah fibbed as she cried loudly. She didn’t even know if there were near Seoul yet.

Zico turned his head into her shoulder and moaned at the excruciating pain. Jungah hugged his neck tightly and held him closely against her bosom. “Please, Zico…Please hold on. Don’t give up. Don’t leave me. Don’t go.” Her tears hit his head.

Kris gripped onto the steering wheel. He pressed on the gas pedal and sped faster. *You heard her, Zico. You can’t die yet. If you die, what will happen to Jungah? Will you really leave her here alone? I can’t fill her the way you do. Without you, her life is meaningless. So don’t give up. For Jungah, you must live.*

Zico’s body grew limp and weary. The pain was numbing his body and mind. He didn’t know for how much longer he could stay awake.

“!” Kris suddenly hissed as he slammed his foot on the brake.

Jungah looked up, startled. Zico moved his heavy head and struggled to open his bleary eyes.

”What happened?!” She asked.

“They blocked the road.” Kris muttered.

“What?!” Jungah looked out the window. To her dismay, he was right. The road had been blocked off because of a mud slide that had happened in the rain.

“What do we do?! Is there another way back to Seoul?!” Jungah questioned.

Kris didn’t answer, because in truth, there wasn’t. The other route would take at least another hour more, and he didn’t know if Zico could stay alive until then. The silence was evident to Zico. He took a deep breath. He was prepared to let go. “Pull over.” Zico rasped.

Jungah stared at him, “Zico! There is no time! You need treatment immediately-“

“I said pull over.” He gripped the seat in pain.

Kris glanced at Jungah’s horror-stricken face. There was no other choice. He did what Zico told him to do and pulled over. Kris took the key out of the ignition.

Suddenly, everything turned silent. It was much too quiet for Jungah’s liking.

Nothing could be heard except the pants of agony from Zico.

Kris glanced back at Zico in fret. His insides coiled into an anxious knot. What would they do now? What was Zico planning to do? Why had he asked Kris to pull over?

Jungah’s hands were trembling. She was stuck between yelling at Zico and begging for him not to die.

Finally, Zico lifted his head up and looked straight into Kris’s eyes. “I’m sorry…but…can you give…Jungah and me…a moment….to be alone?”

Kris’s eyes widened in shock. *A moment to be alone? Why? We have to get to a hospital soon. There is no time to be alone.* Jungah stared at Zico, also wide-eyed. *Why is he asking for time to be alone with me? Unless…*

“There are a few last things I want to say to her…please…” Zico pleaded.

Jungah gaped at him. *Few last things…?*

Kris was stunned by the request, but, he collected his emotions and stepped outside.

The door shut, and Zico sighed in relief as he slumped against the leather seat. “Oh man…I’m going to get his car dirty…it’s a nice car, too…” He weakly chuckled.

*How can he joke in this situation?!* Jungah sat up and turned her body towards him. “What do you mean by few last things? Why are you talking as if this is the last time you’ll ever speak to me?”

“Jungah-“

“You can tell me whatever you want later. Right now, it’s important we get help for you first. I’ll call Kris.” She turned and reached for the