MIDNIGHT RAID (MYG)

The Mental Effects

"And just a few more... "

"MOTHER FUCKER!"

"LANGUAGE!"

Namjoon walks into the bathroom that Jin and I are in with a questioning look. "Why are you both screaming?" He sighs while the doctor's hands are diligently working at stitching up the gash in the back of my head.

I glare hard at him as if it isn't obvious, ready to yell at Namjoon now. I look away and adjust my sitting position on the sink as Jin stands opposite of Namjoon, the doctor being to the left of me while Namjoon is in the doorway to the right of me.

"I administered pain and numbing medication but she still feels the stitches about fifty percent." Namjoon listens while leaning against the doorframe, "This happens often when a person's body has a high medication tolerance and it won't harm her as long as she can make it through the stitching process. It would be dangerous if I were to administer any more medication so there isn't much I can do to alleviate the pain, sadly." Jin continues on stabbing my skull as he finishes explaining.

"So, what you're saying is, that Y/n is just a wimp with no pain tolerance." He scoffs as I grip the edge of the sink, "Many people have had stitches with no numbing." He rolls his eyes.

"SHIT- fucking hell!" I gasp out as I feel the needle slice through my skin, tears running down my face.

"If you're in this line of work then I suggest shutting your mouth and dealing with it. Shit happens so shut up." Namjoon rubs his temples and Jin give him a look.

"I'll scream at the top of my lungs, I don't give a shit about how you feel because you aren't the one with a gash in your skull. Don't piss me off." I grip the edge of the sink while eyeing him again.

"He has a bad temper, just leave it at that." Jin whispers to me but Namjoon is already speaking again.

"Oh, I'll give you something to scream about." He starts to walk towards me and I hop down from the sink, swatting my left hand out to smack him.

"Wait- I just wrapped her arm! Her stitches aren't done, either!" Jin's eyes widen as Namjoon shoves my left hand away, dodging the slap while carelessly pulling my hair.

I let out a scream of pure pain as I feel blood start to seep through my stitches and I feel adrenaline come over me.

I thought this would just be a petty argument?!

No one's going to disrespect me like that!

"W-what's going- " Is all Yoongi can get out as he stumbles over to the doorway behind Namjoon who's currently cussing at me.

"You aren't supposed to be up! Your back!" Jin panics while standing back, unsure of what to do.

"You really think you can talk back to me like that? What, I help save my friend and his little toy and you think you have the right to piss me off and tell me what to do now?" Namjoon pokes his tongue against his inner cheek while raising his brow.

"What, you don't think I can take you in a fight? Last time I checked I was the one who threw a knife dead center at that man's head and killed him."

"He has a temper, he'll hurt you, Y/n. Both of you stop!" Jin whines out in worry.

Namjoon really seemed nice up until this point but I'm not backing down, especially from a man

"Namjoon, get the fuck away from her." Yoongi seethes as he grips Namjoon's shoulder but the taller man shoves him back, making him fall onto his freshly stitched up back, hard.