mourir seul • nammin/minjoon •

• dix •

"Oh. What a.. uh.. suprise."

Namjoon looked over Chan's shoulder, as he opened the car door, carefully. In between all the smoke and broken metal and plastic, there lied a familiar face. "Kim Seokjin. Who would've thought..", Namjoon muttered. He massaged the brigde of his nose. "What an idiot."

"Should I...?", Chan asked quietly. "Yes, of course you should, I'm not going to let him bleed to death!", Namjoon answered, much less quiet. Chan immediatly began to pull him out the demolished car. "He's unconscious. I'm going to treat his head and look for other injuries on his body.", he explained, taking a look to the car, "And there is another person in the car, you should pull them out too, it might catch fire." Namjoon hummed in response, quickly going to the other side of the car. "It's probably his friend there.", he assumed, opening the door. What he saw affirmed his assumption. He carefully pulled the smaller boy out, putting him on the ground and carefully leaning his unconscious body against the car.

"Why are you helping them?", Yoongi, who arrived with the first-aid-kit, asked him, sitting himself down next to his friend, "You could just call an ambulance or something, leave them on their own."

"I could.", Namjoon replied, treating a wound around the boy's arm, "But why shouldn't I take the chance to have them be in my fault? Kim Seokjin will owe me a lot more than just 8 Mio. Dollar." He smirked a little, putting his hand up to cup the boy's round cheek, lightly and full of care. "And this little diamond... He's beautifully innocent, so why should I let him slip?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You know, any second the authorities could arrive here and take them. And when you really plan to treat them at your cost, you can't put them in a hospital either." Namjoon nodded again, lowering his hand from the boy's cheek. "I know that. Chan and his team will get them to his home, treat them in his labour and then we'll see.", he explained, further stopping the blood of the boy's wounds. Yoongi wasn't very excited about it, but he nodded in acceptance. "Chan, did you hear that?", he asked, facing the young brunette caring for Kim Seokjin. Chan saluted. "Of course. I just hope Jeongin and Felix will arrive soon."

"Don't worry,", Namjoon interjected, "They're here, with V and Jungkook. I'm glad I didn't locate them to far away tonight." Two other cars came around the corner, followed by Yeji and Hyunjin. The cars came to a stop a few meters away from the scene. Namjoon stood up, being finished with the boy's treatment. Out of the first car came a tall man, black and curly hair, strong eyebrows and accompanied by another man, as tall as himself and a brown head of hair, bound into a bun. "You called us?", the first boy asked, approaching Namjoon. The latter nodded and smiled lightly. "I'm glad you could make it this quick, V, we need Jeongin and Felix really quick over here."

"Don't worry, they're preparing to come with the needed devices, just a-"

"We're here!", an utterly deep voice with an australien accent called, "We're here, we're here, don't worry, mate." The boy, from which the call came, was with another young man, carrying a suitcase and running towards Chan. Namjoon sighed. "Okay, Felix and I.N. are here. Let's go." V's  companion eyed him. His eyes were big and full of worry, Namjoon noticed a small track of shock and.. fear. "Sir.. can I.. c-can I check up on the subjects?", the boy asked, more like a small beg. Namjoon's head tilted to the side, hardly noticable. "Jungkook, do you know these men?" The boy, Jungkook, nodded slightly, lowering his glance to Kim Seokjin, laying on the geound and getting his wounds treated. He looked like he was going to jump on him, his eyes devouring the heavy atmosphere which the crashed car and two unconscious, bleeding men created. "Kim Seokjin.. he's.. a good acquaintance.", he started more likely careful, not to say anything wrong, but pronounced the last part with confidence, standing up straight and looking Namjoon in the eyes, "I didn't know he was the subject tonight. I was suprised, since I.. know him."

"Ah.. well, then your gonna help Chan to transport him.", Namjoon crossed his arms behind his back, "Suga, V, the Hwangs and me will clean this mess and get rid of any inconveniences. I sure hope your acquaintance with Kim Seokjin won't get in the way of your work."

"Yes!", Jungkook called, nodding at V, Yoongi, and of course, Namjoon. He quickly went over to the three medical helpers, greeting said Hwangs and listened to what they were ordering. Namjoon lightly lifted his expressions, watching Jungkook with pleased comfort. "He's not that bad.", V said, looking at Namjoon. "Of course not." the latter replied, answering his glance, "I'm his personal teacher, what did you expect?" V chuckled lightly. "You're a good mentor, Joon, but I'm glad that Dad was mine, not you."

"Why is everybody so mean to me today?", Namjoon asked, dramatically faking a cry. "It's because we love you, oh sweet brother of mine.", V grinned, bumping his shoulder. Namjoon sighed. "Yeah, Tae, I get it, I love y'all as much as you love kicking my ass, but now let's get to work."

"Aye, Sir, let's get these half-dead men away from here."

Little did they know, Jimin was not as unconscious as they thought he'd be.