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Minjun's gaze lifted slowly from Seokjin's chest, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The soft, steady rhythm of Seokjin's heartbeat beneath his ear was a grounding comfort as the question echoed through the room. Jimin's pain-filled voice cut through the quiet, and Minjun's drowsy thoughts snapped back to the present.
"How is he doing?" Jimin asked, his voice strained with worry as he considered Yoongi.
The sight of Hoseok kneeling beside Jimin with a small medical case caused Minjun to blink in a dazed confusion, his concern shifting. Hoseok's steady hands moved quickly, carefully cleaning and bandaging the younger boy's knife wound. Jimin's soft whines and hisses filled the room, mixing with the quiet murmur of conversation from the others.
"He's fine," Hoseok murmured quietly, his tone calm and assured. He wasn't just treating the wound—he was treating the fear too, putting everyone at ease in his own subtle way.
Seokjin's hand pressed gently over Minjun's eyes, urging him to look away. His thumb stroked in slow, rhythmic circles against his temple, a touch meant to soothe, though Minjun, still disoriented, instinctively nudged the hand away. He nestled back into Seokjin's chest, the familiar warmth and security enveloping him like a soft blanket. His concern for Jimin was genuine, but exhaustion weighed heavily on him. The events of the evening had left him mentally drained, and his eyelids were eager to close.
"Where'd Joon go?" Hoseok muttered, his eyes still focused on his work.
"Writing a statement," Taehyung replied softly, his arms tightening protectively around a sleepy Jungkook who was half-dreaming in his lap. "He'll be coordinating body collection and cleanup too."
The last of the gauze was taped down, and Hoseok made sure Jimin's arm was carefully placed in a sling before packing up his medical supplies. "I should go wait by Yoongi," he said, his voice reassuring. "Don't worry—he's under, he didn't faint."
Seokjin smiled politely, acknowledging the medic's work before helping Minjun to his feet. There was a soft chuckle in his voice, even as he stretched his limbs. "Come on, kid," he said, lifting Minjun effortlessly in his arms. "Let's get dinner ready for everyone."
Minjun clung lightly to Seokjin's sweatshirt, the soft fabric grounding him, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. "I... I don't think I can help much."
Seokjin only smiled down at him, his gaze warm and understanding. "That's alright." He gently set Minjun on one of the kitchen counters, his hands never leaving the boy's body until he was settled. "I'll give you an easy job."
With a small sigh of relief, Minjun let Seokjin rummage through the cupboards and fridge. The kitchen smelled like home, a comforting mixture of spices and warmth that had been lacking from his life for far too long. Seokjin pulled out various ingredients, moving with purpose. "How are you with spicy food?" he asked, pausing to glance over at Minjun. "We'll make kimchi jjigae."
