I NEED HELP!!

I NEED HELP!!

i read this imagine on here of scoups and can not find it or remember the persons @ where i read it from

y/n and scoups are friends and she was talking bout how she never came from her bf so scoups helped her. that is all i can remember

if u know what im talking about PLEASE lmk

#53 with Seungcheol please! 🥰

oops, perhaps i went a little overboard with this….. putting most of it under a cut

mafia au | words: 1.2k | warnings: violence, gore, emergency medicine

53: the relief of fatalistic recklessness

Seungcheol is going to kill you, you think, unless you manage to die first.

His left arm is looped around your back, gripping painfully against your cracked ribs, while his right hand holds your arm in place around his shoulders. The morphine shot messily administered in the getaway car just moments ago is starting to take effect, blurring the edges of the pain cutting into your chest with every labored intake of air that you can manage to pull into your battered lungs. Seungcheol half carries, half drags your limp body up the stairs to the safe house. He somehow manages to disarm the security system and unlock the front door, despite not having free hands, and then you’re on the floor, propped up against the wall.

“What the fuck,” Seungcheol hisses, locking and bolting the door behind him, “were you thinking, taking on all of them alone like that? You could have died, easily!”

Dazed, you bring your good hand up to the opposite shoulder, which had been so cold just moments ago. When you pull your fingers back, they’re covered in blood. Belatedly, you realize it’s your blood.

“You’ve been shot, by the way.” Seungcheol grits his teeth, raking hair out of his face. “You need to stay alive until it’s safe to take you back to home turf.” You hear the sound of fabric tearing as Seungcheol cuts through the couch cushions on the sitting room sofa in search of the hidden emergency supplies. A 6mm pistol. Bullets, more than enough. A burner phone. The med kit.

“I’m not dead,” you mumble, your tongue heavy.

“What?” Seungcheol turns, and even through the haze, you can recognize the sheer terror in his eyes shining through the carefully-arranged scowl on his face.

“You said I could have died,” you groan, shifting to sit against the wall. “I’m not dead yet.” You grin blithely, blood in your mouth, gunpowder on your tongue.

“Lay down,” Seungcheol growls at you, returning from the emergency stash with bandages and gauze. He kneels beside you and grimaces. “Sorry about this,” he mutters as he grips the bloodied fabric of your shirt and slides his switchblade through it, a long cut down the front so he can remove it without making you move your arms.

“Christ,” he mutters, inspecting your torso. There’s the bullet wound in your shoulder, the blooming dark red-black bruising across your ribs, the slight jut of broken bone pushing against skin, and a single deceptively small puncture wound on your fifth intercostal space, presumably the injury that had collapsed your lung.

“My shoulder,” you remind him with a slurred mumble, already drifting again. “Pressure, Cheol. Stop the bleeding. ‘M dying, remember?”

“Right.” He grimaces as he works, roughly spraying the area with antiseptic before pressing a pad of gauze down on the wound. When he applies firm pressure, despite the morphine, you can’t help the way your body seizes and writhes, your lungs rasping for air, your vision momentarily disappearing into fuzzy black splotches. You can hear ringing, high and sharp.

“—ay with me,” you hear through the buzzing in your ears, “fuck, you there? Stay with me, please,” Seungcheol’s voice pleads, strangely distant and tinny. You blink, once, twice, and then you see him again, bright-eyed and pale, scared, the boy who had saved you off the streets all those years ago, not the spectre of death that he is today.

You must be delirious, you think. “You look so young,” you mumble through a mouthful of blood. He had been barely more than a child back then, already more grown up than he should have been. You were a child, too, when you took your first life. The rest would come in time– the money, the power, the ragtag team that would come to look toward Seungcheol as their leader. But you remember him as a frightened boy, hands slippery with blood and gore while he struggled to reload a pistol, his back turned to your broken body like he was trying to shield you from the world.

There’s swearing, the bang of a door slamming open, but you can’t seem to hold on to the sounds. They slip through your fingers like sand, like water. Your eyes are open, but you can’t seem to see what’s happening, only able to watch as blurred shapes move above you. Cheol, you try to say, your mouth making the movements, but you’re not sure if the sound comes out. Cheol-ah, where are you? Where are we?

“I’m right here,” you hear his voice rising to the top of the din. Someone squeezes your good hand, and it’s him, you realize, when you recognize the rings on his fingers, the calloused palm, hot against your cold skin. “Stay with me, alright? Just a little bit longer. You can’t die on me, remember? You promised.”

There was a promise once, two children on the streets, bloodied knuckles, you looping your pinky with his. We promise to always stick together, to always have each other’s backs.

“-an’t find a pulse,” you hear someone else saying. Something about going into shock, something about circling the drain. You hear the words emergency transfusion. A small part of your mind screams, that’s Jeonghan’s voice, you know him, you know Jeonghan, because before him, you had been the medic. You remember late nights talking to him, bundled up in ratty coats, shared dreams of medical school before your talents were redirected to the barrel of a gun.

“Needle decompression,” you wheeze, not sure where the strength to speak is coming from. “Got a pneumoth..pneumothorax.” You blink. Your pupils are dilated and your eyes won’t focus, everything is a bit too bright and blurry, but you think you know what you’re seeing. “That’s right, get a large-bore IV catheter. Left side, mid-clavicular line. Use a glove as your valve.”

“Stop talking,” Jeonghan snaps at you, his voice trembling. You hear a quiet hissing noise as the pressure in your thoracic space releases, and when you try to suck a breath in, you feel your lungs expanding. Painful, sharp, shuddering breaths, but you can breathe. “Good,” you hear Jeonghan say. “We’ll be back in five minutes. I’ll get a chest tube in you then, alright? And I’ll have to intubate you. You’re stabilizing now, so I’m going to give you more morphine, alright?”

“Cheol,” you mumble, eyes shifting to look around, but not seeing anything other than vague blurry colors.

“He’s on the phone. We’ll get you to the ER tonight.” Jeonghan squeezes your fingers.

“One of ours?”

“Don’t worry, it’s been arranged.” That’s Seungcheol’s voice, you know. You suck in another breath (painful, nearly blinding) and turn your head in his direction.

“‘M not dead,” you slur as the morphine enters your system again. “Single-handedly took out twelve men, and I’m still not dead. Told you I could do it, Cheol,” you grin. And then, you’re laughing, as much as you can with the hole in your lung, the thick needle lodged just above your third rib maintaining pressure.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol chokes, collapsing to the ground next to you, his face in his hands. He lets out a short bark of laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck,” he gasps as his shoulders shake, from sobs, from laughter, you’re not sure. “Fuck.”

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i fr fr can’t put it into words over how excited i get when i find black writers that write about black women with my fave lil yt boys. knowing that i’m not the only black girl crushing on this man (wtv man im in the mood for lmao) makes me so giddy.

like babe,, i don’t want to read “hearing him say those sweet-nothings turned my milky-tone skin into a deep red as i easily ran my fingers through my hair.” NO MAAM

i’m down for them learning how to do our hair and taking care of it, getting skincare products that works for us and is meant for us, the “his pale hand rested against my deep-brown thigh” line. baby i LIVE for that shit 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

i’m sorry. i don’t know.

after receiving a call from your boyfriend jake, everything starts to crumble. jay and sunghoon are dead in a bathtub and jake is the only one who can help.

mentions of murder, blood, weapons, and death. (sad ending based off the ryan waller case)

your phone was ringing in the middle of the night. as much as you wanted to ignore it and continue sleeping. the contact name wouldn’t let you do so.

“baby. y/n, i need you help. i did something…i’m so sorry…i swear it was an accident.” jaeyun was crying on the other side of the line. you could hear his panting. he was freaking out.

“jake, calm down. tell me what happened.” your voice was calm unlike your head. you were wide awake now. confused as to why jaeyun was apologizing at three a.m.

“no no no. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to. i didn’t mean to!” jaeyun could only shake his head at the sight. he wanted to tell you but he was in shock.

“jaeyun…” you let out a shaky breath. okay. okay. you needed him to calm down. “baby, i need you to calm down for me. i can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” you couldn’t even make guesses as to what had jake like this.

hearing you call him by his name brought him back from his thoughts. “y/n, i’m gonna go to jail. but please. you know i would never do this. i don’t think it was me.” he said, sobbing into the phone.

you didn’t know what to do. “jaeyun…where are you, honey? i’m going to go help you. i know you didn’t do it.” although you had no clue what he was talking about. comforting him was all that mattered right now.

“okay…okay.” you could hear him breathing in and out. “i am…at jay’s house. top floor.” he muttered. “don’t hang up on me…please.”

“i won’t. keep breathing in and out. you’re going to be okay. i’ll make sure of it.” you comforted as you put on some shoes and made way to your car.

-

the whole time you drove jake had been apologizing. but he never gave you a straight answer. he wouldn’t tell you what was happening.

“can you open the door for me? come down, jaeyun.” you couldn’t help but talk to him as if he was a child. he sounded so terrified.

“mhm…i can do that.” you could hear shuffling in the background. jaeyun was grunting and hissing in pain.

he opened the door, letting his phone fall to the floor. he instantly threw himself in your arms.

not before you could catch a glimpse at his clothes. he had red splatters all over his white collared shirt. you hoped it wasn’t what you were thinking. gulping loudly as you caressed his hair. “what’s going on, baby? speak to me.”

he felt himself breakdown once again at your whispers. shaking his head, “i…don’t know what happened. i don’t remember…” his eyes were bloodshot red. pulling away so you could look at his clothes.

he was covered in scratches and bruises even though he couldn’t feel most of them. it was the shock, you figured.

you pretended like you weren’t taken back. nodding as you touched his red stained collared shirt. “who’s inside?” you asked, holding back tears at the sight of your usually smiling boyfriend in tears.

“jay…and sunghoon. they’re like…not moving. i tried to wake them up y/n!” he was freaking out again. calming down when you motioned him to be quiet. “my friends are dead…i didn’t kill them. i would never…you have to believe me.”

“i believe you. i believe you, baby. why don’t we call the co-“

“no! please don’t call them…they’ll think i did it.” he had gone on his knees. begging you to not notify the cops.

“i…okay.” you could only send him a soft smile. you were losing it internally. what did he mean they weren’t moving? “take me so i can see em’. i’ll help them, jaeyun.” you whispered, feeling him grab your hand and drag you to the master bedroom.

it was a mess. bottles of liquor and confetti all over the place. there was glass and blood all over the white marble floors. “where are they?” you asked, watching as he pointed towards a door.

“bathtub…i found them there.” he slid down on the wall, holding his head in his hands. “i didnt do it. i didn’t do it. i didn-“ he could only chant the same words. he was convinced he didn’t do it.

your blood piercing scream made his head snap up. watching as you stumbled back into the bedroom. falling back on the floor as you covered your mouth.

the sight was horrible. jay and sunghoon were covered in blood. long slits across their necks that caused blood to spew all over them. “jae…jaeyun.”

“i didn’t do it, y/n! you said you believed me!” he could feel his world crumbling down again.

“no no. baby… look at me. i know you didn’t do it. okay? but i need you to tell me what you remember. anything.” you didn’t want to lose jaeyun. he was losing his mind and you could see it. crawling up to him and taking him in your arms.

it didn’t make sense. there was blood everywhere but not enough on jake. the way sunghoon and jay were sitting. it didn’t make sense…you didn’t want to believe jake had possibly done it. you knew him. he would never….right?

“we were celebrating. celebrating sunghoon’s award that he got at the tournament. and we danced…we talked…i can’t remember anything else.” he was shaking in your arms. he was having trouble remembering anything else.

“did you drink?” you felt him nod. “okay…you didn’t do any…drugs right?” you asked, he shook his head. you were getting more answers this way. you sighed, trying to forget the two dead bodies in the bathroom. “was there someone else?…” you felt him go tense.

“yeah…two or three. i can’t remember.”

“i need you to tell me-“

“alice…”

“alice? who’s alice, jake?” you tilted your head the unfamiliar name.

“i don’t know…”

“yang jungwon…and heeseung hyung.”

“heeseung? as in lee heeseung?” the name was familiar. you were trying to think of where you had heard it. oh…business management.

the other name was unfamiliar. “who’s jungwon, baby? hmm?” you wanted answers. you wanted jaeyun’s name to be cleared. you wanted to forget this had ever happened. you didn’t want jake to be affected by this.

“jay’s…boyfriend. secret. and heeseung hyung’s brother…younger brother.” he mumbled; shaking his head. “my head hurts…i need to nap.” he was trying to lay down. holding his head.

“no no. you can’t sleep, honey. i need you to try and remember more. we’ll explain to the…” you didn’t want to bring up the police. shaking him to keep him awake.

“did anything happen? was there an argument?” you asked, tilting your head. wiping the tears that were leaving his eyes.

“i don’t know…i’m sorry. i don’t know…” jaeyun’s words were growing more and more slurred.

you were aware that it could be symptoms of the shock but you were scared. “are you okay? look at me, jake. keep your eyes here, babe.” you wanted him to try and remember. but he had trouble focusing.

“i…heeseung hyung was upset. that’s all i can remember…jungwonnie was crying.” he mumbled, feeling himself grow dizzy.

you nodded, trying to figure out the situation. “did heeseung hit jay? or sunghoon?” you asked, trying to talk as softly as possible. taking a glance at the bathroom door. the cops and paramedics had to get here now.

“i don’t know…i don’t know.” he fell unconscious.

you tried to best not to breakdown at your boyfriend’s limp body that was on you. pulling out your phone, dialing 119.

“i uh…my…my boyfriend’s friends are dead.” you sniffled. trying to find the words to explain the suituation. “my boyfriend isn’t responding. i think he’s passed out.” you broke out into sobs. trying your best to respond to all the questions that operator was asking.

“the police are around the corner. come out so you can lead them.” you nodded as if they could see you. breathing heavily as you laid jake on the floor. “i’ll be back, baby…”

-

the beeps from machines in the small hospital room were the only thing keeping you awake. looking down at jake, who laid on the white hospital bed.

you didn’t know if he would be okay. the doctors never gave you a direct answer. until now.

“he has a dent in the back of his head. it was hard to see but you could certainly feel it.” he started.

“but is he…okay?” you asked, tightening the grip you had on jaeyun’s hands.

“the test indicated that he received severe brain damage, which explains why he couldn’t remember. and kept rambling about other things.” the doctor spoke, watching as you struggled to keeping yourself together.

“his family has been notified.” that was all he said before he left you to alone. one look at him was all it took for you to breakdown into heartbreaking sobs.

“jaeyun…i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry.” you felt guilty. if only you had brought him to the hospital instead of trying to make sense of what had happened. he could have been helped…

“i’m so sorry…”

-

you sat in the court room. your face was straight as you watched heeseung enter and sit down with a smug look on his face. he didn’t regret anything he’d done.

he admitted to everything. killing both jay and sunghoon for hitting on his younger brother. he made jungwon watch as he killed them. wanting to teach the younger boy a lesson. he shouldn’t be dating older boys.

but jake? why jake?

well jake was a witness. that was his reasoning.

your boyfriend was dead because he witnessed a murder.

jaeyun couldn’t even remember what had happened. yet lee heeseung couldn’t risk it. so he admitted to hitting jake with a bat on the head. thinking that the younger had died…he left. taking a sobbing jungwon with him.

jake had survived the blow. walking around without understanding what had happened to his best friends. begging you to help him. apologizing for something he hadn’t done.

he deserved so much better.

death penalty. that was what heeseung had received. you wanted to die a slow painful death like jaeyun had after two months after being hospitalized.

this wouldn’t bring jaeyun back.

it wouldn’t bring jay or sunghoon back.

jungwon would never forget it.

-

“i’m sorry, baby…i took so long today. i had a court hearing.” you whispered, setting down a bouquet on his grave. wiping on the small particles of dirt that had flown onto the beautiful gravestone.

“i miss you…” you voice broke. you missed him so bad. he didn’t deserve this…

“i love you, jaeyun.”

Hmm, those sound interesting... What track would you say you gravitate towards before letting the rest play out?

Imagining and Hachiko

btw Imagining by Rina Sawayama is such a bop,you should listen