Seokjin stared at his face. Pained, his eyes moving down to his chest. Blood. He was bleeding. Seokjin looked down at his wound. It was close to his sternum. Seokjin blinked as he registered what was happening.
“H-hyung-” Seokjin felt a rush hit him, as he stared down at the man.
“Ju-jungkook?” Seokjin took in a deep breath. Jungkook looked as if he was tired- his eyes dropping. “Jungkook?!” His voice rose, “Stay with me- stay with me -” Jungkook’s eyes shut closed. Seokjin holding his breath,
“T-they killed him?” Yoongi’s voice was loud, as he kneeled at Seokjin side. Yoongi took hold of Jungkook’s shoulder- shaking him lightly- “KOOK!” Seokjin’s eyes moved up to him,
“Don’t touch him,” Seokjin growled. “Move-” Seokjin instructed, as he lifted himself to kneel above Jungkook. He moved his hand to his neck, holding it there for a moment. He felt a pulse, and his mind began to race. Seokjin took hold of the bottom of Jungkook’s shirt- ripping it open- exposing his chest. Blood covered his entire chest, to the point where Seokjin was having trouble seeing how bad the wound was. Seokjin looked himself over, quickly removing his shirt. He looked him over, trying to find all his injuries. Another bullet wound was at his arm. Seokjin had to put pressure on it. Both his wounds.
“Oh god?!” Jimin’s voice was above him, he stared straight down at Seokjin. A familiar look crossing over his face. “What do I do doctor?” Seokjin didn’t hesitate, his tone rising.
“I need to clean the wound- I need to see how bad they are. Go find what alcohol or something to clean this-” Jimin nodded, leaving the room quickly. “I need to keep pressure on both of the wounds.” Seokjin looked up at Yoongi, “I’m going to need you to-” He wasn’t listening to Seokjin. Not at all. “YOONGI!” He shouted. The man shook his head, standing up.
“I’m going to kill them. All of them.” He spun around and left the room. Seokjin didn’t dwindle on him- looking back up. Taehyung.
“Come here-” Taehyung’s eyes were small, “COME HERE!” Seokjin shouted, the man seemed frightened but did as he was told. Taehyung kneeled at Jungkook’s side, eyes moving up to him. “Put some pressure on his arm.” Seokjin ripped his shirt in half, handing it to Taehyung. Taehyung held the fabric in his hand, his eyes moving to Jungkook’s arm. Seokjin had already begun to press over his abdomen, looking over to see what Taehyung was doing. “Taehyung- put pressure on his arm!” Taehyung’s eyes moved up to Seokjin, he was trembling.
“He will bleed out if you don’t. Listen to me- just put some pressure on it. Okay?” Seokjin asked, “Just do that-” Taehyung looked down at the wound. “Taehyung!” Seokjin shouted, “He is going to die if you don’t help me. Put your weight on the wound right now.” His voice was scary. It was. But it seemed to shake him more than the blood that was covering Jungkook. Taehyung’s hand took the fabric, folding it lightly- as he placed it over his wound.
“Ow-” Taehyung pulled back as Jungkook let out a small groan of pain.
“Don’t you dare stop Taehyung-”
“It-it’s hurting him-”
“I’d rather he hurt then die!” Seokjin shouted, “Now shut up and do what I am telling you to do.” Taehyung bit his lower lip, settling in place as he held himself over Jungkook.
“Jungkook?” Seokjin voice was low, “You’re gonna be fine.” He voice was reassuring, Taehyung gazing up at him. He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t put off. He was confident as he watched the fabric in his hand soak up the blood. “Stay with me okay? Can you hear me?”
“I-I…” Jungkook was muttering, Taehyung looking up at both of them. “I love you.” Jungkook gave a faint smile to Seokjin. “More than anything. I love you.” Jungkook’s eyes moved open, gazing up at Seokjin. “I wanted to be with you- forever-”
“We can still be together, Jungkook.” Seokjin smiled down at him, “You’re going to be fine. Listen to me when I’m telling you this-”
“Hyung…” He was losing consciousness, “I love you.” He slumped his head back, Seokjin eyes moving up to around the room. He was searching for someone-
“NURSE!” Jimin peered out of the kitchen, a bowl in his hand, filled with what Seokjin knew were supplies for him.
“I’m here doctor.” Jimin moved to Taehyung’s side, smiling at him. “Good job.” He nodded to Taehyung, his own hands moving to take over. “You did a good job.” Taehyung moved back, he stared at them both. They seemed so normal here. “He lost consciousness?”
“Yes,” Seokjin responded, his eyes moving up to bowl. “Pass me a towel.” Jimin, used one hand- taking it up and passing it over. Seokjin took it, “Alcohol?” Jimin undid the top of the bottle handing it over. Seokjin took in a deep breath, he pulled back his shirt. He stared at the wound. “I need to flip him- to make sure it didn’t exit his body.” Jimin gazed up at him.
“We need to get him to a bed. Then we can inspect properly.” Jimin nodded,
“Yeah, yeah- is there somewhere we can take him?” Seokjin thought back. To the room where Namjoon kept him. There were medical supplies there. Seokjin looked back at Jimin.
“I know somewhere. Move- I’m going to carry him there.” Jimin stepped aside, Seokjin standing up- taking hold of Jungkook. He held him gently as he put the other man over his shoulder. He wanted to be as delicate as he could. He wasn’t going to die. Seokjin would make sure of that.
Namjoon pinches his eyes shut, his arm was stinging. His eyes fell on Seokjin- was he alright? He- he pushed him out of the way. Seokjin was on the ground, eyes large as he stared at the man on the ground. It was Jungkook. Seokjin was at his side in a moment, hands traveling over to his neck. He seemed tense, quickly ripping away Namjoon’s shirt. Seokjin steadied himself on his feet, examining his body. Namjoon stared at him. He had sent Jimin- to go look for something. God only knows what.
“Jungkook?” Namjoon took a step closer to him, seeing Yoongi storm out. Seokjin was at his side, offering the man on the ground a soft, gentle smile. Namjoon had never seen that look. Seokjin never had that face when Namjoon spoke to him. Seokjin moved a hand up to his face, “Stay with me. Stay with me-” Seokjin ripped open Jungkook’s shirt. Namjoon felt pain in his chest, seeing the amount of blood splattered everywhere. Seokjin didn’t care, pulling off his shirt. He didn’t hesitate to rip it in half, looking back up. “YOONGI!” Yoongi was gone. He was going to do something stupid. Namjoon was sure of that. Seokjin scanned the room- his eyes running right past Namjoon and to the man standing off to the side. Taehyung. “Come here-” Seokjin looked back down, beginning to work over his body again. Taehyung didn’t move. Seokjin looked back up, “COME HERE!” Seokjin’s nostrils flared, “TAEHYUNG! Come put pressure on his arm.” Seokjin never stopped his work, only noticing that Taehyung wasn’t moving.
“I-I can’t.” His eyes grew in seriousness.
“He’s going to bleed out if you don’t!” Taehyung walked slowly, trembling in place. Taehyung sat down at his side, staring at Jungkook.“Listen to me- all you need to do is put some pressure on his wound.” Seokjin ripped his shirt in half, tossing it over to Taehyung. “He’s going to die if you don’t.” Seokjin stared down at him. “Put your weight on the wound!” His voice was rash. It seemed to shake Taehyung, his hand moving to the Jungkook’s arm. He held his weight onto him.
“Ow-” He jumped back slightly,
“DON’T YOU DARE STOP TAEHYUNG!” Seokjin was placing his weight onto his chest. His eyes moving back up to Jungkook’s face.
“I’d rather him hurt then die.” His words seem to reach Namjoon in the back. It was a tone- he had heard once. His mother’s voice when she spoke to him. It was filled with something so foreign to Namjoon. Something he knew he’d never hear. Something he told himself didn’t exist. “Now shut up and do what I am telling to do!” Taehyung rocked on his feet, lowering his head as he did as he was told. Seokjin seemed so level-headed. “Jungkook?” His voice was soft, “You’re gonna be fine.” No. It didn’t look like he was. “Stay with me okay? Can you hear me?” Jungkook seemed to mutter,
“I-I-” Namjoon didn’t like the smile that came over Seokjin’s face. “I love you.” That was it. That was what Namjoon heard in Seokjin’s voice- the same thing that was leaving this other man’s mouth. “More than anything. I love you.”
“We can still be together.” Seokjin stared him in the eye. “You’re going to be fine. Listen to me when I’m telling you this-” Jungkook’s eyes seemed to be fading.
“Hyung- I love you.” He slumped back, his eyes shutting. Seokjin swallowed hard, his eyes moving over the room again. He grazed Namjoon, but it never stayed there.
“NURSE!” Jimin scrambled back into the room.
“I’m here Doctor.” Jimin took over Taehyung, who scooted back. Moving back, watching the other two work. Seokjin lifted his eyes to JImin,
“We need to move him. So, I can treat him properly.” Jimin nodded,
“Do you know where we can take him?”
“I do.” Seokjin stood up, taking hold of Jungkook. He was hurt. Namjoon knew he was- yesterday- his waist hurt so much- he could barely walk. Now here he was, lifting this other man without hesitation. Namjoon watched him. He knew where he was taking him. To the room, Namjoon kept him while he had first came here. He left the room, leaving Namjoon there. Not once did he turn to look at him.
Namjoon knew why. Why he didn’t want Jungkook here anymore. He knew why now. Why he was reluctant to sleep with Namjoon. To be with him only when he was drunk. Namjoon swallowed hard, feeling a hand over him. He turned his head to the side, seeing Taehyung. His eyes large at Namjoon’s arm.
“You were shot-” Namjoon ripped his arm away, shaking his head.
“Don’t touch me.” He was huffing his eyes scanning the other man. “This has to do with E.X.O.” Namjoon shook his head, “I’m going to kill them all.” Namjoon turned away leaving the room. Taehyung looked down to his palms, blood covering him. Namjoon wasn’t right. Something was off- he knew it. It had to do with watching Seokjin help Jungkook. Had to do with the fact that he was most certainly in love with Jungkook, and not with Namjoon. Namjoon knew now- it was all in his eyes. He knew he was being played.
Seokjin rocked back in place, staring at Jungkook. He was resting. He had performed a makeshift surgery. Makeshift in the fact that he- got the bleeding to stop- but… he didn’t have everything he needed. He needed more supplies. Jimin was on the other end of the room, slipping away his gloves into a ziplock bag.
“We stopped the bleeding.” He was speaking to Seokjin, “But we need to fix up what it damaged before he gets worse.” Seokjin rubbed his head,
“I know.” He looked up, “I need to speak with Joon. I’m sure- that if… if I do something he’ll give me what I need?” Jimin looked back at him nodding.
“That sounds good.” Jimin agreed, “He’ll be alright. I have to go clean this up so just- go on.”
Both the men turned to the door, Seokjin speaking up.
“Come in.” The door opened, Taehyung entering. His eyes moved to Jungkook, resting his gaze on him.
“Is-is he alright?” Seokijn sighed,
“As alright as one can be after being shot.” Seokjin answered, “He’s stable. For now.”
“Now?” Taehyung asked,
“Yes- I need to perform another surgery- to fix what was ruptured inside of him.” He took in a deep breath, “I need blood too.” He looked back up, “I-I don’t know what type he is.”
“I think he’s A.” Taehyung responded, “I can call- I can call Yoongi- or someone in his group and ask them to check?” Seokjin nodded,
“If that’s the case-” He looked back up at Jimin, “You up for donating?” Jimin took in a deep breath, nodding.
“I-I drank.” Seokjin sighed.
“We need to wait a few hours then?” Taehyung looked back at Seokjin,
“C-can we speak?” Seokjin leered at him,
“Yeah- but- I need to speak with you- I need you to go to Namjoon and ask for some tools-”
“I can’t,” Taehyung answered. “He-he doesn't want to see me. He doesn’t want to see anyone.” Seokjin tilted his head,
“I need you to go check on him.” Seokjin brow moved up at that, “Can you go do that?” Seokjin stared at him,
“Yeah- yeah…” Seokjin stood up from his seat, “Jimin- can you watch-”
“I can watch him.” Taehyung smiled back at Seokjin, “He-he should get some rest right? He worked through the night.” Seokjin looked back up at him,
“He’s right.” Seokjin nodded, “Head up to my room, Jimin- get some sleep. I’ll need you later.” Jimin stared at Seokjin,
“I don’t know-” Seokjin placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder,
“It’ll be alright.” He nodded, “Taehyung will watch him well for us.” Jimin looked back up at Taehyung.
“Alright.” He stared at Taehyung, “If anything happens, wake me up Hyung.” Seokjin smiled, wrapping his arm around him.
“I’ll leave it up to you Tae.” Taehyung gave him a small smile,
“Yeah. Yeah- hyung.”
Jimin had his arms wrapped around Seokjin’s,
“I don’t trust him.” Seokjin looked back at him,
“Why not? He’s a nice person.” Seokjin was reassuring, “He’s only been a help to me here.”
“I wouldn’t trust him though.” Jimin’s voice was low, “I know what he’s like-”
“So do I.” Seokjin nodded, “He’s like a brother to me-”
“Aren’t you both fighting over the same guy? That Namjoon guy?” Seokjin stared at him, shaking his head.
“I don’t like that man,” Seokjin responded. “Not even in the least- I’m only with him for- for things.”
“Does he know that?”
“Taehyung? Yeah- I wouldn’t want to be with him like-”
“Not him,” Jimin responded. “Namjoon. Does he know you aren’t with him because you want to be but because you want things?” Seokjin stayed silent for a moment.
“Of course he knows.” Seokjin’s voice was low, “He bought me. I’m more of a plaything than a human to him.”
“I saw it from the other room.” Jimin looked back at him, “You jumped in front of him. You were going to get shot if it wasn’t for-” He looked back, “That other man jumping in front for you.”
“I-I wasn’t thinking properly.” Seokjin smiled back at him, “I’d never jump in front of him- not if I had thought it through. Him dead means we are both free, Jimin.” Seokjin nodded.
“I think you were thinking.” Jimin spoke lowly, “Your body moved on its own right?” Seokjin stared at him. “You need to watch your action more. That other guy loves you.” Seokjin nodded,
“Not just him.” Jimin’s voice was low, “You have that other guy wrapped around your finger. Trust me- I can see it. He was staring at you. The entire time you tried to help Jungkook.” Seokjin cracked a smile,
“That’s funny.” He shook his head, “I’m sure Namjoon knows where we stand.”
“I’m not sure he does.” Jimin’s looked back at him, “You might think you know- but I don’t think he knows. I don’t think that other guy knows either.”
“Taehyung?” Seokjin asked, “He knows- Namjoon and me-”
“I don’t think he does. I don’t think you know where you stand with any of these people. How far you’ve become wrapped up in all of this life.” Jimin paused in place, just before the first staircase. “I think you’re in trouble here. You aren’t safe- and if more people don’t come here to kill all of you- I’m sure Taehyung or that Yoongi guy will kill you first.” Seokjin paused in place,
“They were planning something. I overheard- that’s why when- when we were getting shot at- I was sure it was them. I was there when they planned it out. They both want you dead.”
“You’re with Namjoon.” Jimin nodded, “You’re in Taehyung’s way. He wants you gone.” Seokjin shook his head,
“You must have heard wrong-”
“Namjoon is in love with you. I’m sure of it. This man thinks you can steal him from him. He knows- that you can do that. He wants you dead Hyung.”
“No- I-I know him-”
“You know me more.” Jimin responded, “Trust me. Don’t trust him anymore. I don’t want you dead. I almost lost it when I thought you were dead- if you were to really to die-” Jimin paused, “I wouldn’t be able to go through what I am anymore. Not without the possibility of escaping with you.” Jimin moved his hand up, holding onto Seokjin’s shoulder. “Be safe alright?”
“I will.” Jimin started up the stairs going to where Seokjin told him to. Seokjin didn’t feel right anymore. His stomach was hurting, at the thought of what was going on. W-was Taehyung really- really going to kill him? With Yoongi? He could see Yoongi plan it out- but Taehyung? He thought they were friends. He thought he wasn’t a bad person… yet- Seokjin couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Jimin told him this. Jimin was the one person from his real-life- he had trusted him. He had to trust him.
Seokjin knocked on the door. There wasn’t an answer, Seokjin knocked again- a little louder this time-
“I will shoot you if you don’t go away!” Seokjin was hesitant as he heard his voice. He wouldn’t hurt him. Seokjin swallowed hard, turning the door handle- throwing the door open. He instantly regretted it- a gun pointed straight up at him. Seokjin’s mouth opened at the sight,
“J-Joon?” Namjoon held a dark look in his eyes. The look that scared Seokjin. Seokjin shouldn’t be afraid of him. Namjoon wouldn’t hurt him- over the past week- he’d acted like a spoiled child- and Namjoon hadn’t once done anything against him. The look over him right now though- “Joon?” His voice was soft, seeing the other man- not lowering the weapon. “It’s me-”
“Leave. I don’t want to see anyone right now.” Seokjin swallowed hard, his eyes moving down him. His shirt was off- and Seokjin’s eyes shifted to his arm. Seokjin’s eyes grew small, he was hurt. Seokjin didn’t waver, entering the room quickly, lowering himself at his side. His hands moved to take hold of Namjoon,
“You’re hurt-” Namjoon took in a deep breath, pulling his arm away.
“Why do you care?” Namjoon was breathing hard, tossing his gun onto his desk, “Go back to the guy who tried to kill you. He needs you more right? Go back to him.” Namjoon swallowed hard. Seokjin’s finger’s moved back to his forearm, holding him.
“You could have told me you were hurt. You didn’t say a thing-”
“Well- you were preoccupied with that boy who loves you no?” He heard all that? Seokjin’s eyes moved up to him.
“What does that matter?” Seokjin answered, “I need to have a look at this right away-” Namjoon pushed Seokjin back, letting him land on his back.
“Don’t touch me.” Seokjin stared back at him. “Just leave.” Seokjin was breathing hard,
“So?!” Namjoon shouted,” Forget about me! Ju-just leave!” Seokjin sat up, shaking his head.
“I can’t- I can’t…”
“Why? Is there something else you want? Need to suck my dick for it?” Seokjin took in a deep breath.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“The fact that you are in love with someone who tried to kill you! Go- go be with him!” Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“Are you jealous or something?” Namjoon did not want to hear those words. Not in the least. He stood from his seat, pulling Seokjin to his feet. He pushed him to the wall, pinning him there.
“Yes.” His face drew closer to Seokjin, “I am fucking jealous- is that what you want to hear? I’m jealous that you are head-over-heels for some-some fucking crazy guy!”
“You think you’re better for me?” Seokjin spoke up, “Do you think me being with you is any better Namjoon, honestly? Do you?” Namjoon’s face drew closer to Seokjin, feeling him breathing on him.
“Why’d you come here? Huh? Cause I know it’s not to check up on me?” Seokjin swallowed hard,
“I need to get supplies-”
“Ahhh?!” Namjoon scoffed, “To keep him alive right?” Namjoon smirked, “Hell no. Let him die for all I care.” Seokjin reacted to his words. His hand moved back, slapping him straight in the face. Seokjin stared back at his hand. Namjoon eyes were open, in shock before he turned back to Seokjin.
“I-I’m sorry-” Namjoon slammed Seokjin harder into the wall, eyes large. “Namjoon- Namjoon I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”
“You’re in love with him aren’t you?” Seokjin stayed silent, Namjoon taking that as the answer. “Let him die.” Seokjin’s hand took hold of his hand, holding it tightly.
“Namjoon-Joon-” Seokjin’s voice was low, as he pulled his head closer to Namjoon, “Please- for me- I need him alive-”
“Why? So you can fuck him while I’m gone?” Namjoon shook his head, “He’s better off dead-”
“Don’t speak like that- Namjoon-” Seokjin’s voice was pleading, “Please- I’ll do anything- anything just- help me-”
“No.” Namjoon stared at him, “I help him- so you can run off with him-”
“I won’t run away.” Seokjin stared at him. “I won’t. I won’t ever leave you. Please- please just-” Namjoon moved his face closer to Seokjin,
“You don’t even know what you're saying? You’re just speaking like this because you’re afraid-”
“I am. I am afraid of losing him.” Seokjin nodded, “But I will keep my word. Anything you want. I’ll be indebted to you forever.” Seokjin’s nose touched Namjoon, “Anything and I will do it. I swear.” Namjoon drew Seokjin’s chin up.
“Then marry me.” Namjoon held his face up, “If you marry me- I’ll consider helping him.”