ARA through the ear piece goes

 “Good. Lure them to the windows.”

The team scrambles into motion—controlled chaos, bullets flying, boots pounding. From her sniper perch, A-RA is poetry in precision. One by one, CRIMINALS fall like cheap action movie extras as her shots echo through the concrete jungle.

Suddenly—BANG!
A bullet whistles past HA-JOON, grazing so close it gives his soul a haircut. Behind him, a would-be ambusher drops like a sack of regrets.

HA-JOON yells, half-panicked and fully dramatic, “YOU KNOW I HAVEN’T MARRIED YET! Who’s gonna marry me with one ear?!”

“Is that how you thank me for saving your neck?” A-RA asks, as if she’s scolding a toddler .

She exhales slowly. Steadies her aim.
Pop. Another clean takedown.

“When you have kids,” she adds casually, “one of them should be named after me.”

HA-JOON scrambles behind a filing cabinet that topples like a drunk domino. “What if I only have sons?!”

“Especially if you have sons.”

Another shot. Another scream in the distance. Somewhere, a gun clatters to the floor.

HA-JOON groans, crawling behind an old desk covered in sticky notes and bullet holes. “Fair... I wouldn’t want my daughter to be—”

A-RA cuts in, voice like silk over steel, still watching through her scope.

“Think very carefully before you finish that sentence. I have a clear shot to your head.”

HA-JOON immediately ducks. “Static! I’m losing you! Hello? Comms? Hello?!”

“I can still see you,” A-RA replies, bone-dry, as he folds himself deeper behind the desk like a human origami swan.

The gunfire slows. Then stops.

Dust floats. Silence settles, thick and heavy.

“...It’s quiet over there,” A-RA says, her tone shifting, cautious but still cool. “You all still alive?”

DO-YUN exhales. Audible, tired. “Yes.”

A pause.

Then A-RA breathes in deeply, slow and satisfied, like a sniper after yoga.

 As sirens wail closer in the distance.

A-RA charges into the wrecked office, bunny slippers skidding slightly on the debris-strewn floor.
The team is scattered like broken action figures—battered but breathing.

HA-JOON slumps against a filing cabinet, panting. Grinning weakly he goes,
"I never thought I'd say this, but... I’m happy to see you."

DO-YUN, trying to sit up, squints at her. Blinks and goes,
"...What are you wearing?"

The others glance her way, half-delirious, half-smirking.
A-RA ignores them, kneeling next to HA-JOON with a battered first aid kit in hand.She then responds dryly

"Next time, I’ll take my time.
Maybe put on proper clothes, do my makeup...
while your heads get blown off."

She yanks the bandage tighter than strictly necessary.
HA-JOON flinches and whines,
"Ow! What did I do? I didn’t even say anything!"

A-RA shoots him a look that could melt steel.

Moving briskly, she strides to YU-JUN, who struggles to stand.
One hard glare from A-RA—and he plops back down.

She crouches beside him, gently checking the bruises on his side. She asks,
"What happened? You weren't even supposed to be on duty tonight."

YU-JUN watches her, dazed, as she wipes blood from his temple.
His gaze lingers just a little too long.

A-RA notices and, frowns
"Are your ears working properly?"

She reaches up and flicks his ear lightly.

YU-JUN jerks back, flushing bright red.

A-RA teases
"Why are they hot? I asked you a question. You didn’t respond."

YU-JUN
(awkwardly defensive)
"What—?! And why would you touch someone’s ear like that?!
My whole body’s hot right now! I've been fighting and running for my life!"

A-RA responds dryly as she cleans a cut on his neck
"Sure. Maybe the gunshots deafened you.
No need to get all worked up."

YU-JUN squirms under her touch but doesn't move away. Gruffly he answers

"Team Two requested backup last minute.
We showed up not knowing the client had... illegal dealings."

"And how did you get separated? She asks

"When the chaos started, they bailed with the client.
We held off the criminals.” He responds.

A-RA's hands move methodically, inspecting him.
Suddenly, she starts patting him down with less than gentle care.

YU-JUN grimaces

"Checking if anything’s broken."

Without waiting for a response, she moves on.

MIN-JUN sits slumped against a broken desk, his uniform soaked dark with blood.

A-RA storms over.

Without ceremony, she grabs the collar of his shirt and rips it open.

MIN-JUN
(startled, half-resisting)
"Hey—! Wait—!"

A-RA rolls her eyes.
"Oh, please.
This was the first part of your body I saw before I even saw your face.
And you practically shoved it at me."

She proceeds to inspect the deep knife wound across his ribs.

She uncaps the sterilizing alcohol—and pours it directly into the cut.

MIN-JUN
(gritting his teeth)
"You must be enjoying this, huh?"

A-RA
(sweetly, without mercy)
"You’re right.
Best part of my night."

She pours more alcohol for good measure.
MIN-JUN nearly kicks over the desk.

Finally, she wraps his torso tightly in fresh bandages. He breathes heavily, defeated.

Then she swings around, heads for the last man: DO-YUN.

He’s half-passed out in an office chair, head tilted back.

Without a word, A-RA drags another chair closer with a loud screech against the tile floor.

She plops down opposite him, cracking open another pack of bandages with a snap.

Nonchalantly she goes
"Take off your pants."

The other Boys swiftly give them full attention .Even HA-JOON, half-conscious, blinks himself upright. She continues, unbothered.

"I knew you wouldn’t let me touch you until everyone else was patched up.
So here we are."

DO-YUN glares at her, then sighs in deep resignation.
He fumbles with the buckle of his pants—

Too slow.

A-RA grabs MIN-JUN’s combat knife from the ground, snick!
Slices the fabric clean open.

Blood surges from the wound on his upper thigh.

A-RA
(cheerful)
"Do you prefer we do this seated? Or lying down?"

DO-YUN
(deadpan)
"Who raised you... Every normal sentence from you sounds obscene."

A-RA
(innocent shrug)
"No. As you said—normal statements.
Don’t blame your foul interpretation on me."

DO-YUN glares harder but drags himself onto the desk with a grunt.

A-RA crouches beside him, snatching DO-YUN’s own combat knife from his boot.
She shoves the blunt side into his mouth.

As she grins.
"Bite on that."

Without waiting, she splashes cold alcohol over the wound.
DO-YUN's body jerks violently, sweat instantly dotting his forehead.

He clenches his teeth—but the knife falls from his mouth with a clatter.

In a  hoarse voice he pleads.
"Help is already here—you don’t have to—Ghh—remove it..."

A-RA picks up the fallen knife, her eyes gleam like a mischievous cat
"Trust me, I’d love for you to get the bullet out with proper facilities...and painkillers.
But help’s still combing the building looking for casualties."

She jams the fallen knife back between his teeth.And leans in serious.

 "By the time they reach you, you might already have a permanent limp...
or a coffin."

She tightens the gloves on her hands with a snap, and playfully adds,
"Besides... I’m not doing this for you.
I’m scared of your wife.
If you die, she’ll murder me herself."

DO-YUN’s eyes go wide with horror.

A-RA stands up and calls over her shoulder in a sharp tone.

"I need him held down!
Unless you want me nicking something important."

The boys, battered but loyal, hustle over—grabbing DO-YUN’s arms and shoulders.

DO-YUN squirms, visibly panicking now.

Without any more warning, she digs into the wound.

DO-YUN growls against the knife, muscles straining as raw, guttural pain wracks his body.
Sweat pours down his temples.
The others grimace, some looking away.

After a brutal, blood-soaked moment—

A-RA yanks the bullet free.

DO-YUN collapses back against the desk, panting like he ran a marathon.
A-RA swiftly bandages the wound tight.

Then, without ceremony, she gestures for the boys to lift him.
They haul DO-YUN into a rickety, half-broken office chair.

HA-JOON, YU-JUN, and MIN-JUN take turns pushing and dragging the chair toward the elevator.
It wobbles dangerously, squeaking the whole way.

A-RA jogs ahead, stabbing the elevator button like her life depends on it.

DING.

They all cram into the elevator—panting, bleeding, reeking of sweat and antiseptic

Outside, the ambulances are waiting, lights flashing urgently.

A-RA steps into full command mode—organizing them fast and efficient, like soldiers.

One by one, she loads the boys into stretchers and into the ambulances, barking orders at the medics.

Finally, she jumps into the last ambulance—the one carrying a half-conscious DO-YUN.

The doors slam shut.

The ambulance peels off into the night, sirens wailing.

Inside, A-RA leans back in her seat, finally letting herself exhale.

She glances over at DO-YUN, who’s semi-delirious but glaring at her with the smallest, tired smirk.

AT THE HOSPITAL.

The first responders rush DO-YUN into the ER on a stretcher. A DOCTOR hurries alongside them as they explain his injuries.

A-RA, still in her pink bunny pajamas, slippers, and headband, follows behind, her face a mix of exhaustion and worry. The DOCTORS pull the curtain closed around DO-YUN's bed as A-RA stops, standing helplessly in the hallway.

Moments later, the rest of the boys are wheeled into the hospital, each assigned a DOCTOR. A-RA sighs heavily, leaning against the wall.

The hallway buzzes with activity, but her focus is on the closed curtains.

After a short while,BAEK-HYUN jogs down the hallway, panting from exertion. He bends over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“I just… heard…”

He finally manages to utter after taking centuries to recover from the jog.

A-RA responds

“They're all receiving treatment.”

BAEK-HYUN straightens up and finally notices A-RA’s attire. His eyes widen as he takes in the bunny ensemble. He opens his mouth to speak, but A-RA cuts him off.

“Why is everyone so concerned about how I’m dressed? Next time, I’ll just show up naked—at least then it’ll be worth talking about.”

BAEK-HYUN bursts into laughter, unable to hold it back. He reaches out and gently pats the bunny ears on her head.

A-RA rolls her eyes but smirks despite herself.

BAEK-HYUN affectionately,

“You did well, remind me to buy you milkshakes when this is all over princess.”

Shortly after, the sound of hurried footsteps echoes down the hallway. DO-YUN’S WIFE appears, her face pale and tense. She strides toward A-RA and BAEK-HYUN.

A-RA Reassures her

“They’ll update us soon.”

DO-YUN’S WIFE nods, her expression tight. She stands next to them, her hands fidgeting with her bag strap. Silence settles over the group as the tension in the hallway grows.

Finally, she glances at A-RA and does a double take, her eyes lingering on the bunny attire. Her mouth twitches as if she’s about to comment.

BAEK-HYUN notices and quickly interjects, giving her a sharp look and mouthing the word "Don’t." He shakes his head firmly. DO-YUN’S WIFE hesitates but ultimately says nothing.

The three of them stand together, anxiously waiting. The distant hum of hospital monitors and muffled voices fills the silence.