Venom | BTS 〤

CHAPTER 28 | Scars

"Venom," Taehyung utters breathlessly. "From snakes." He chews on his bottom lip, standing from his kneeling position and subconsciously tapping his foot. "Damn. I should have expected this."

Long after some brief, bloody encounters with guards on your way back to the getaway cars, all of you standby in the road beside of Song's warehouse; a Song you realize is dead, long gone to never see his beloved property again. Nor the daughter he did not try hard enough to rescue cowardly, neither the son he's neglected both in life, and now in death.

You haven't seen any more than the now-deceased few dozen guards you all mercilessly slaughtered, though you're sure that in the progression of the murky, chirping night one or two will pull up at any moment. Jungkook is stabilized, and as you scornfully should have expected in your irritation previously, he always would be at the hands of your traitorous brother Kim Seokjin.

You had no reason to hide what you uncovered in Song's secret room; everything has played out burdensomely as foreseen. Thus, you told Hoseok and Yoongi the truth, short after the information being spread to the entirety of the R.I.

Your eyes graze over Jungkook, his once sweaty, wavy chestnut-hued tresses dried and disheveled, an ever-lasting twisted expression at his thigh's jolts of electrifying pain. He stares wordlessly at the ground, as if contemplating his regret of using his booster back during the fight. You know his pride and sensitivity would not allow him to speak on this remorse, though, even after he ended up wounded from it.

Seokjin had verbally and uneasily spoken aloud to the members that surrounded him in his position of doctoring the young bodyguard that his thigh's wound is not serious. Jin said, much to your unfollowing, that the entrance wound was seen on the upper outer right thigh, exiting straight through. Regarding Jungkook's distal neurovascular issues, there was none. It was miraculous to hear that after some of the special serum that the R.I actively purchases for situations like this off the black market, it would heal within weeks. As if it never happened.

It indeed felt like a work of God, even if you don't believe in one. I mean, how could this magic juice even fucking exist? When you were injured at the pre-dinner party, you believe he used some of it on you. Likewise in the future of Jungkook's wound, the injury on your head long disappeared.

Seokjin stands, retiring from his also-kneeling position in front of Jungkook, who is seated within the open door to the backseat of his car. His thigh is bandaged, and he walks with a limp, but Jin as somehow stopped the bleeding.

"Should've expected it, indeed," Seokjin mumbles. He glances to Jungkook. "Kook, I'll get you some pain meds when we're back at our warehouse. For now, you'll have to stick it through."

The younger nods obediently in response, beginning to fiddle with the used booster strapped under his tuxedo, pondering.

You turn to Taehyung, ignoring the usual conceited, calculating eyes of a violet-haired Namjoon and leaning on the side of the sleek obsidian-hued vehicle.