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Your pov.

Everyday, the guys seemed to have come home later and later, with more bullets missing in their guns when I checked without them knowing. I knew it was part of their jobs to be coming home late, as it never had a set curfew, but I still had begun to worry.

I pulled out my phone and called Yongguk’s cellphone five times before giving up, hoping I had not interfered with their work. Before I could dial another member’s phone, the door burst open, six guys, and the smell of mixed blood and sweat. Youngjae weakly limped, with the help of Zelo and Yongguk, to the sofa, laying down, and taking quick breaths. My brain not functioning to speak, I ran to Youngjae’s side, my hands shaking as I grabbed his wrist. “Youngjae!” I said with despair written all over my face. His whole complexion was turning too white to be pale, and I looked at his open wound. I immediately took action grabbing the first aid kit. I had grown quite skilled at medical needs and treating wounds whenever any of BAP came home with some sort of injury. With a pair of tweezers, I slowly took out the bullet, Youngjae now breathing heavily. “Youngjae... Youngjae-ah, you’re going to be alright.” I said, more of trying to reassure myself. I dabbed the area continuously with a paper towel, making sure to keep him and the sofa clean as well. After wiping the excess blood off from him, I proceeded