Bloodlust | Vmin

Chapter 24 - New Toy

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Breathing heavily through his mouth, Namjoon leaned up against a nearby wall and sighed. He tried his best to keep himself up but his body struggled to comply and he ended up sliding down to the floor.

He was weak. Very weak. And he knew it was only going to get worse from there.

"Dammit..." He cursed. "I wish I had never made that stupid deal." 

He hissed hard as he lightly touched the wound under his ribs. It wasn't healing like it should be and fuck, it hurt like a bitch.

Namjoon grunted as he leaned his head against the wall, feeling helpless. This wasn't good... He couldn't already be at his limit. He couldn't. Not when there was still so much more he needed to do, not when he still had stuff to take care of... Not when Yoongi still needed him.

He sucked in a breath and slowly tried rising to his feet again, but a wave of pain coursed through his body, reminding him he wasn't in condition to move. It was useless.

"Please... Not like this... I can't-" He pleaded, desperate. "I can't die like this... Not... Yet..."

His vision became blurry. His ears started ringing and the little strength he had left was gone.

Before he knew it, everything went black.

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A small yellow star glued to a dark blue ceiling was the first thing to welcome him once his eyes fluttered open. He was in a strange place. Looking around, he searched for something familiar that could tell him where he was, but the more things caught his vision, the more confused he got.

"Where..."

His voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. It was like he had just woken up. Had he passed out? He couldn't quite remember what had happened. All he could recall was him strolling down the street, looking for food and something to help him regain his energy until he ended up losing consciousness.

He sat up on the bed, his eyes immediately catching the bandages around his torso. That's when he became even more confused.

"What the... When did I...?"

Namjoon blinked a few times, making sure he wasn't dreaming or had hit his head by accident. He pinched himself just to make sure. But everything was still the same, so he definitely wasn't imagining things.

Suddenly, the door opened and someone walked inside the room, startling him.

"Oh, good. You're awake." The man smiled, relieved. "I was starting to wonder if you were actually dead or something." He chuckled.

Namjoon scanned the guy carefully, taking in his features. He was a really handsome guy, no doubt there. Tall, broad shoulders, blonde hair, slim figure...

"Feeling better?" The stranger asked, sitting down on the bed next to Namjoon, handing him a cup of water and two small pills.

Namjoon eyed the pills suspiciously, not sure he trusted that.

The man smiled warmly, noticing the other's discomfort. "It'll help with the headache. You were pretty feverish when I found you." He explained.

Namjoon hesitantly took the pills, swallowing them down with the help of the water. He looked at the blonde, still a bit suspicious and handed him back the cup.

"What happened to you that made you end up fainting like that in the middle of the street?" The blonde asked, curious.

Namjoon didn't respond, simply looking down at his hands. His body wasn't hurting like before. He barely felt any pain anymore, just a bit sore. He wasn't healing before, so how come he was better now?