Shocking pain ran up your legs as your feet slapped the hard pavement. You were running from whoever was chasing you. Your lungs burned as their search for air proved fruitless. Who were those people? What did they want with you? Why were they following you? You didn't stop to think as you heard a car engine rev behind you. You shot up the hill in the small park you had ran to and prayed that there would be someone there. Someone that could help.

You weren't sure which was first, the sound of a gunshot or the biting pain in your lower back. But the smell of grass and flowers told you that you had fallen, and the sound of screeching tires told you that the car had finally left. The world around you was black. The only sense that you could still make out was your hearing, though the sounds around you were fuzzy.

"A girl?"

"But that was one of Savoy's!"

"Did they kill her?"

"I think she's breathing. Kook, call Namjoon. Suga, get the car."

"He's gonna kill us and her if we take her to base."

"Savoy's men just tried to kill her. I think it will be fine."

And that was all you heard before you drifted into unconsciousness.

Your eyes snapped open. A bright light flooded your vision and you groaned loudly. "Great, I'm dead."

"Not dead." A voice called from somewhere around you. You tried to sit up, but a hand pushed you back down. "I'm not done stitching you, yet. Just lay there."

"Stitching me?" You remembered the gunshot and the pain in your back. "But I don't feel-"

"I'd be surprised if you did." The voice chuckled sweetly. "Your side is so pumped full of lidocaine right now, you shouldn't feel anything for about two hours."

The light above you snapped off and you saw a very handsome man with blonde hair pulling off a pair of bloody gloves. "Okay, Princess," He began, taking hold of either of your shoulders. "Move slowly. I don't want the stitches to rip." The man helped you sit up and you looked around at all the faces in the room. You had never seen any of these people before. Where were you? It certainly didn't look like a doctors office or a hospital. It was then that you remembered the voices you had heard.

"Well, it looks like you'll be okay after all. See Tae? No harm done." The apparent leader of the group stood and clapped another of the men on the back. "Pretty thing though. I wonder why Savoy wants you dead."

"U-um…" You stared up at the tall man before you. "Who- who is Savoy?"

He only chuckled before turning for the door. "Hobi, you take this one."

Another of the guys in the room stood from his seat, a bright, cheery smile on his face. "Don't mind Joonie." He helped you to your feet and supported you as he walked you slowly out of the room, the mass of other boys following behind you.

He led you to what seemed to be a kitchen area and helped you to sit down on a chair. "Can I get you anything? Some water?" The doctor smiled at you as he reached for a glass and you only nodded.

"Okay! First thing's first," The smiling man grinned at you as he sat on the other side of the table. "I'm J-Hope. Your savior over there is Jin. He's our doctor. The grumpy one is Suga," He pointed at a silver-haired guy in the corner who rolled his eyes. "That's Kook," The youngest of the boys waved with a large grin. "Jimin is over there by Jin, and this is V. He's one of the ones that found you."

You glanced to the nervous boy in the doorway who rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his feet. "So, why am I here?" You questioned, finally turning your attention back to J-Hope. "Who is Savoy and why does he want me dead?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." The silver-haired boy, Suga, took a seat next to you. "He's one of the biggest gang bosses in Seoul. So why is he after you?"

Your eyes widened. Gangs? Is that what these boys were? A gang? Your heart began to beat altogether too fast. You stood quickly and looked around as everyone eyed your stomach with worried expressions. You looked down at the bright red stain spreading through the side of your shirt and the crimson pool on the floor by your feet before your vision began to blur.

You fell back into the chair and you heard a sigh from behind you. "I told you to be careful, didn't I?" Jin knelt next to you and lifted your shirt with a nod. "Jiminie, can you carry her? I have to redo her stitches now."

You squeezed your eyes shut tight to keep the world from spinning around you, no doubt from blood loss. You felt a pair of strong arms around you, but didn't dare to look as you were carried back into the small room you had just come from moments ago. You felt the cold metal of the table underneath you and heard the click of the overhead light before you dared to open your eyes again. Small rainbows played in the light above as you watched.

"Jin, she's okay right?" You recognized the soft voice from when you had gotten shot, although then it was much stronger as it commanded the others. You turned your head to the left to see who the owner was, but your vision, blurry from blood loss, didn't reach the boy.

"She's fine. But no more walking around. Bed rest only. Ask Namjoon if we-"

"She can stay in my room." The same soft voice. You squinted, but still saw nothing. "I'll room with one of you, she can have my bed."

"Fine, that'll work I guess." The light clicked back off and you looked at Jin who gave you an annoyed look. "I mean it this time. Don't rip them." You gave him a sad look with a nod and he sighed, waving his hand. "Jimin, put her in bed."

One of the figures in the doorway made its way to you and before you knew it you were in the air and being carried through the long halls of the building. The boy carrying you nudged the door open with his foot and sat you down on a soft bed. You looked around the room, which was pretty messy. Clothes were thrown everywhere and seemed to leak out of a tall, metal dresser in the corner. The concrete walls were bare, cold, almost lonely and let in no sunlight at all. You sighed through your nose and laid back on the bed. At least you weren't in any immediate danger, right?

"Sorry! Sorry!" You saw a figure rush in through the dark and start picking up the clothes, throwing them into a nearby closet. "It's a mess in here, I know. I didn't expect company." He chuckled nervously as he continued to 'clean' the room around you. You smiled weakly as you watched him through hooded eyelids.

When had you become so tired? You yawned and rested your arm over your eyes, peeking out at the boy frantically cleaning every so often. When he was done he stood with his hands on his hips and a small smile on his face. "That should do it." His grin broadened, causing you to smile in return. You could see him clearly now. His soft voice caressed your ears as he knelt on the bed to lay the blanket gently over you. "I'll be right next door if you need anything."

You nodded sleepily with a smile. "Thank you… I'm sorry, What did J-hope say your name was again?"

"That's fine. It happens. I'm-"