Black Heart

7

"That guy, he was holding his side as blood soaked his shirt. That lady was a doctor." Taehyung whispered concerned as he bit his lip.

"Blood?" Jimin asked as he sat up.

"A lot of blood." Taehyung nods.

It wasn't Jimin's business and he knew that. But that didn't stop him from getting up and rushing to where he saw Jungkook and the woman walk off to.

He heard Jungkook yell and a voice say sorry quickly and repetitively. 

"I told you I should medicate you."

"No. Waste of time. Just do it."

It was quiet until Jungkook yelled again.

"Fuck!" He was huffing and yelling.

Jimin was going to open the door but just stood next to the door. Leaning against the wall. He cringed each time Jungkook yelled.

After about fifteen minutes of Jungkook huffing and yelling the door opened. The doctor walked out quickly leaving the door open. Jimin peaked in to see a shirtless Jungkook who's chest was rising and falling as he eyes were shut tight. His face was scrunched up in pain. There was white bandages around his torso.

"Jungkook?" Jimin whispered.

Jungkook opened his eyes and turned his head to see Jimin. He swore as he gasped out closing his eyes. He looked back up at the ceiling, eyes flickering quickly.

"What?" He bit as he was breathing hard.

"What's wrong-"

"Okay, Mr. Jeon. The knife wound isn't that deep. It should heal in two days. I'll give you these..." She trailed off as she noticed Jimin standing next to the door in the room.

"Knife wound?" Jimin turned to look at Jungkook who just sighed as his jaw clenched.

"Two days?" He asked the doctor ignoring Jimin.

"Yeah." She says slowly as she walks to Jungkook handing him a bottle.

"I want you take two of these right now then two when you wake up and one before you go to sleep." Jungkook nods as he takes the bottles.

Jungkook slowly sat up wincing before taking two of the pills from the bottle with a glass of water the doctor had brought him. The beta bowed to him when he told her she could leave.

"Jungkook."

"It's none of your business." Jungkook hissed.

"You were cut, Jungkook. I can't be concerned?"

Jungkook turned to look at him.

"What's going on? First those people attack the club the one day you come there. You have all these people here that act like body guards or something. You had a gun on you at the club. The people out there refer to you as "King." And now you come back with a serious wound."

"It's not serious."

"It's still a wound!"

"Why do you care so much?!" Jungkook finally asks as he stares Jimin deep into his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe because it's just human nature to worry for someone when they get hurt?!" Jimin sassed back as he approached Jungkook who was laying on a bed like sofa.

"Well stop worrying. You only need to worry about my son, that's it. Stay out of my business and my affairs. They're none of your concern." Jungkook stood up holding his side.

Jimin didn't know what he was doing or what he was saying but slowly, yet surely he slowly heard himself say a few words.

"I took a bullet for you! I feel like I should know what happened!"