By the ninth time Ten let out a curse, Doyoung had had enough.
"Will you please, stop complaining?" he briskly asked, rolling his eyes at the overly dramatic man sitting in front of him.
Ten shot him a glare.
"It hurts," he said through gritted teeth.
"It would hurt less if you stopped moving around every five seconds like some goddamn hyper kid."
"Wrong," Ten snapped back, "It would hurt less if you were actually careful about what you're doing."
As a response, Doyoung -accidentally- pressed on Ten's open wound, making him yelp in pain.
"Asshole," he cursed again.
Doyoung ignored the insult, choosing to focus on his job. The sooner he'd take care of it, the sooner he'd go back to the infirmary, where Kun and Taeyong were waiting for him.
Jaemin should have been up by now, but Doyoung had been busy that day and didn't have the occasion to wake the boy up.
And of course, as he was finally getting done with every single injury that the members had gotten while on a quite challenging mission that day, Ten had to hurt himself.
Was he also on a mission that day, and had he gotten hurt while fighting some rival gang member?
Of course not, Doyoung thought, that idiot had literally ran into a knife that Yuta was holding.
"How did this even happen in the first place?" Doyoung asked, disbelief written on his face.
Ten hadn't complained in a long minute and he had to make sure he was still alive, making him talk would probably distract him from the pain, too. And besides, Doyoung was quite curious as to how one would just run into a knife.
"Yuta was polishing his knives," Ten began explaining, "I swear that guy is obsessed with them," he added in a whisper. "He cherishes them more than Nana and this disgusting beverage he calls coffee."
"And? You just happened to casually walk and stab yourself?"
"Of course not!" Ten scoffed, "I was running!"
"Running? Inside of the house? Why?"
"I was running away from Mark!"
"Why were you running away from him? Ten that doesn't make any sense!"
"Yeah well in case you haven't noticed, I've lost quite a huge amount of blood and my brain isn't working properly because of it," Ten groaned. "Anyways, Mark absolutely wanted me to taste his watermelon, and as I was running away from him and his dangerous obsession, I literally ran into Yuta's knife."
Doyoung couldn't believe this was a real story.
"And you are part of the most dangerous gang in town...?"
"Hey!" Ten exclaimed, offended, "It's the kid's fault, why did he have to chase me around with his stupid watermelon?"
"Ten!" Doyoung said as he pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration, "it was just a freaking fruit! It couldn't have killed you, unlike the extremely sharp knife that stabbed you!"
"Wrong!" Ten replied, his brows furrowed, "Fruits are the worst."
Doyoung didn't add anything, knowing it would be a waste of time to try and convince Ten that no, fruits were not a threat to his life, as opposed to polished weapons.
"Are you done?" Ten eventually asked after a little while of Doyoung doing his thing.
"Yes," he replied, wiping his blood-covered hands with a cloth. "Try not to move too much in the next forty-eight hours to secure the stitches."
"Thanks, Doyoung."
The other nodded in response and left the room, walking to the infirmary.
At the same time, Iseul was reaching her bedroom door. She had tried to come up with a believable story that she could tell Chaewon, but wasn't successful, and it is with worry twisting her guts that she slowly put a hand on the doorknob.
Iseul got in, and before closing the door, made sure that no one was in the corridor. The last thing she wanted was to be hailed by one of the boys when her friend was still in her room. Taeyong had been clear; no one could know about Chaewon being there.
When Iseul was sure no one was there, she carefully closed the door, still facing the wooden surface.
As she turned around, expecting to see her friend still lying on her bed, Iseul was faced with an empty room.
Her eyes quickly scanning the place, Iseul walked to the little bathroom connected to the room.
"Chae?" she called.
When no one replied, she felt her heart beat faster. She quietly hoped that her friend was simply pranking her, because she really couldn't deal with the idea of another member suddenly walking out on her in the house.
Very few of them knew Chaewon, only Dream had seen her in class, so Iseul really didn't want to think of one of the other member's reaction to a stranger in their house.
"Chae?" she called again, finally reaching the door that lead to the small bathroom.
Maybe Chaewon was simply taking a hot shower to clear her mind and get rid of the dirt on her clothes. Maybe Iseul had spent too much time surrounded by mafia members and had gone mad.
Slowly turning he doorknob, Iseul realized that the door wasn't locked. She still hoped to find her friend hidden in the bathroom, but she didn't get the chance to even put a foot in, as someone swiftly grabbed her from behind.
Before she could scream out of surprise, Iseul felt a hand cover her mouth with a white cloth, making it impossible for her to be heard.
Her attempt to yell was muffled and came out as a whisper.
Her attacker was surprisingly strong, but as she tried to kick and move around to loosen their hold on her, Iseul felt her body gradually let her down. It was as if her muscles wouldn't respond anymore, too weak to do anything.
A cloud of smoke invaded her mind, making her feel dizzy, the drug on the cloth quickly reaching her brain.
But before she lost consciousness for good, the girl heard a voice whisper in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Iseul."
—-
Happy new year my friends ! May it be filled with love and I wish you all the best !
New chapters tomorrow !
* Guatemalan proverb
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Card || NCT MAFIA
Fanfiction| SEQUEL TO HOUSE OF CARDS | Now that the House of Cards is finally stabilized, everyone thinks the game is over. Wrong. The game has just begun, and the Hidden Card is about to join the party.
