[Yeonbam / Yeonjun Beomgyu Fanfic] The Person Who Must Be Hidden

The person I have to hide, Episode 4

"...The moment you lay a hand on that person."

Yeonjun slowly placed his finger on the trigger, keeping the barrel aimed at the boss.

"This time, I'm going to kill you."

The warehouse became so quiet you couldn't even hear anyone breathing.

The boss stared at Yeonjun for a long moment, then let out a short laugh.

"You're pointing that at me over one person."

"..."

"You?"

Yeonjun didn't answer.

That silence was answer enough.

The boss raised a hand and stopped the men.

"All of you, lower your guns."

"Boss!"

"I said put them down."

The men hesitated, then lowered their guns.

The boss slowly walked up to Yeonjun.

"Fifteen years."

A low, heavy voice echoed through the room.

"The one who came in at seventeen and never once disobeyed my orders until now."

The boss's gaze dropped to Yeonjun's gun.

"And in the end, you found a weakness."

"It's not a weakness."

"Then what is it."

"...Someone I want to protect."

The air froze in an instant.

A small murmur rose among the men.

It was the first time Yeonjun had ever said he wanted to protect someone.

The boss clicked his tongue.

"Disappointing."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

But the bullet only grazed Yeonjun's shoulder.

Thud.

Red blood instantly soaked through the black shirt.

Yeonjun didn't let out a single groan.

"Next is your heart."

The boss said coldly.

"I'll give you one last chance."

"Bring me that student."

"Then I'll let you live."

Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Yeonjun gave a faint smile.

"...No."

With that, Yeonjun threw a smoke bomb onto the floor.

Boom!

White smoke instantly filled the warehouse.

"Get him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

In the chaos, Yeonjun threw himself into the secret passage.

"Hyung!"

As soon as the door opened, Beomgyu ran over.

Yeonjun was barely standing, one hand pressed to the wall.

"...I'm fine."

"How is this fine?"

Blood stained Beomgyu's hand.

The wound was deeper than he'd expected.

"You got shot!"

"It just grazed me."

"You're bleeding like this, and you call that grazing?"

Yeonjun smiled like it was nothing, but his face was growing paler by the second.

Beomgyu supported him with trembling hands.

"We need to go to the hospital."

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"If the hospital has a record, it's over."

Beomgyu bit his lip.

He was right.

The moment they went to a hospital, the organization might track down their location.

"Then..."

"A pharmacy."

"Huh?"

"A pharmacy should be fine."

Thirty minutes later.

With his cap pulled low, Beomgyu came back from a small pharmacy carrying first-aid supplies.

When he opened the hideout door, Yeonjun was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed.

"...Hyung?"

No answer.

Beomgyu hurried over.

"Hyung!"

When he touched Yeonjun's forehead, it was burning hot.

Maybe because of the gunshot wound, he was even sweating cold.

"...Idiot."

Beomgyu undid Yeonjun's shirt buttons one by one.

He had to see the wound to bandage it.

But the moment he started taking off the shirt, his hands stopped.

Yeonjun's body was covered in old scars.

Cuts from knives.

Marks where bullets had grazed him.

Even scars that looked like burns.

"...How many."

Just how dangerous a life had he been living?

Beomgyu felt a strange heaviness in his chest.

"That must've hurt..."

Yeonjun, asleep, didn't answer.

Beomgyu carefully disinfected the wound.

"Ng..."

Even in his sleep, Yeonjun frowned.

"Just bear with it a little."

After cleaning the wound, Beomgyu slowly wrapped on fresh bandages.

His fingertips were trembling.

Afraid he might make it hurt more.

It was just as he was finishing treatment and about to stand up.

Tug.

Someone grabbed his wrist.

"...Hyung?"

It was in his sleep.

Yeonjun kept hold of Beomgyu's wrist even with his eyes closed.

"Don't go..."

His voice was very small.

Beomgyu looked at Yeonjun, eyes wide.

The usual cold, expressionless face was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe because of the injury and the fever, he looked anxious like a child.

"...I'm not going."

Beomgyu gave a small laugh and sat on the floor beside the bed.

"So let go of my hand."

But Yeonjun didn't let go.

If anything, he held on a little tighter.

Beomgyu sighed and leaned back against the wall.

"...This guy."

At first, he had been scared.

An organization member.

A killer.

Someone from a completely different world.

But now...

He was someone who'd even been shot trying to save him.

Beomgyu quietly watched the sleeping Yeonjun, then gently brushed his bangs aside.

"...Why did you save me."

There was no answer.

Evening was settling outside the window.

Then.

Buzz.

Yeonjun's phone vibrated again.

A text with no sender information appeared on the screen.

〈Hand the student over, and I'll let you live.〉

Then a second text followed.

〈If you refuse... this time, I'll start with the student's parents.〉

The color drained from Beomgyu's face in an instant as he read the message.

Now, he wasn't the only one in danger.