At Half Past 10 | JinMin

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POV: Jimin
I never ever thought that I would ever, in my arms, hold a seven year old who had just been shot.

She also happens to be my child.

"A-are you actually kidding me?! I don't even fucking know you, you messed up silver-blonde haired man, yet you just fucking shot my daughter?!" I screamed, gently carrying Hyerin in my arms. "Please... stay strong, Hyerin... don't die on me..."

Namjoon looked like he didn't care. Oh, wait. He didn't. Why would he? He's just a heartless maniac, isn't he?

"Call the ambulance, Jiminie! Call the fucking police as well!" Jin yelled to me. "Call everything!"

"Where's your fucking phone, Seokjin, eh? Hmm?" Namjoon smirked. "Somehow, I seemed to have lost track of where your phone was..."

"Shut your goddamn mouth, you fucking idiot. Call the ambulance right now!" Jin screamed, pushing me inside the house as he forcefully locked the door, even after Namjoon tried to get in.

"Mum! Mum!" I screamed, nearly in tears, as I ran up the stairs with all of my might, reaching my mother's room.

Jin grabbed the house phone downstairs and dialled the number for emergency services, basically screaming into the phone as I heard his voice crack in devastation- he really lost it.

"No, no! You don't fucking understand! My husband shot my child! He shot my daughter! He had a fucking gun on him!" he sighed in frustration. "She could fucking die at any moment, I'm telling you! She needs to be fucking saved! Please... the address is... " his voice trailed off.

"What was all of that commotion downst- oh, my god!" she shrieked, her hands cupping her mouth in absolute shock. She looked like she as about to throw up, because frankly, I think almost anybody would if they saw their son carrying a half dead girl. "W-what just happened to this poor little girl?!"

"Th-this is Hyerin, mum..." I sniffed, her hand drooping down like a flat pancake. "She's y-your first grand-daughter..."

"What?!" she screamed, holding her hands out so that she could carry Hyerin. Blood was spilling everywhere- she was shot in the stomach, though, so I'm sure she had a greater chance of living than if she was shot in the head.

"Sh-she needs to be saved..." I sobbed, seeing her body weakly flop everywhere. "Is she still breathing?!"

I could hear very soft, very slow inhales and exhales every few seconds. They needed to save her quickly.

"Don't think you got away with this, motherfuckers!" Namjoon banged on the door, voice going hoarse. "Don't make me do this!"

With a loud crash and a smash, the front door was whacked open and I could hear his footsteps running up the stairs.

"Where's Hyerin?!" he asked.

"Who the hell is he?! What kind of psycho drama are you bringing into my house now?!" my mum hissed, gently cleaning up the blood on Hyerin. "Get him out! Now! This maniac will not be let into my house!"