Chapter 83

What was that?!…

[T.O.P’s POV]

Me and Young-Bae got on the ground faster than you can say chipmunk.

When we both thought that it was clear to stand up we both did but we heard a few more

Gun shots this time they hit the windows of our apartment and then another shot hitting

The car we were just in.

Few minutes later we heard silence we both slowly stood up.

I looked at Young-Bae then we heard yelling from inside.

We quickly ran to the door and went inside.

“Jiyong! Seungri!” I yelled out.

Seungri ran out of Jiyong’s bedroom.

“Guys! Jiyong got shot in the arm!” he quickly said out of breath.

Me and Young-Bae ran into the room where Jiyong was holding his arm blood coming

Out. He looked up at us both.

“Hyung’s…” he softly said. “what was that?” he added.

I ran over to him and took off my button shirt and tied it right above the wound to slow

Down or even stop the blood flow so he wouldn’t lose as much blood.

Seungri looked at Taeyang “Hyung! What happened! What was that!” he said frantically.

He just sighed and shrugged.

“I don’t know. We just got home when it happened.” he explained to the scared Maknae.

As soon as I finished tending to Jiyong I stopped in my place, frozen.

“it was him again…” I said under my breath. I looked back at the two. Jiyong looked at

Me. “It was that Michael guy again.” I said once more.

Taeyang looked at me. “how-” I interrupted him.

“I just know Young-Bae!” I yelled. “He’s trying to tell us something.” I muttered.

“Like what Hyung?” Seungri said looking at me.

“He wants us to leave him alone. If we don’t either we could die or Daesung…” I

Answered. They all looked at me. I walked over to the door.

“I’m going to go find him…” I said with a angry tone.

“Seunghyun don’t be hasty.” Young-Bae said grabbing my shoulder.

I just turned my head to the side.

“like you just said if we don’t leave him alone he could kill us or Daesung…Do you want

Daesung to die? Or any of us?” He said looking at me.

I looked at the ground.

I just shook my head. “I want that guy dead!” I yelled as I slammed my fist against the

Wall.

“we all do.” Seungri said aloud to me.

I looked over at him.

“I don’t want Daesung-Hyung to get killed or any of you guys for that matter.” He added.

“Seunghyun please don’t go after him.” he finished.

I sighed and turned to face him.

“Fine I won’t go…” I muttered. I looked at Taeyang. “call that Choi guy…tell him what

Happened.” Young-Bae nodded to me and walked off to find the phone.

I sighed and just sat down on the bed next to Jiyong…who was still bleeding.

“Uh…Hello? I’m still bleeding” Jiyong said looking at me and Seungri.

“Oh right!” I said standing up. “Seungri use your cell phone and call and ambulance for

Jiyong okay?” I said looking at him. He nodded and took out his phone and dialed away.

I walked out of the room and into my room. I walked over to the desk in my room and

Picked up a picture frame. I looked at it and smiled slightly.

It was a picture of me and Daesung having fun together at the park.

We were both having a good time that day. I placed the picture frame back down on the

Desk and sat down on my bed. I sighed and laid back.

“What am I going to do….” I said softly aloud to my-self.

“Well what you can do is be strong” I sat up and looked at my door it was Young-Bae.

“What are you- did you call Choi yet?” I asked him.

“No I will in a second…I just wanted to come and see you for a second.” he answered.

I just looked at him.

“Hyung…Please don’t beat yourself up over this. We will catch that guy and no one will

Get killed while we do so. You have to be strong…one Daesung wouldn’t want to see

You like this…and two we hate it when you hurt like this. Don’t worry too much about

It…Seunghyun…I am really sure…I have faith that Michael will get caught and put away

For a long time…” he said looking at me.

I just nodded.

“Listen…think of what Daesung would do…”

I looked at him and as he looked back at me.

He just walked out of my room and I sighed, I fell back against my bed again and covered

My face up with my hands.

“oh man….”