YOURS - k.seokjin

fifteen

Rage, fury, terror and pain fluttered through the Capo's stomach as he paced the hallways of the mansion before coming to a stop, leaning against one of the doors, shutting his eyes, praying desperately that nothing terrible would happen.

It should have been him.

Him who had made sure Nabi was out of the way, him who should've taken the bullet. 

And yet, it was his wife who lay in the bed, a bullet inflicted into her shoulder, not waking up.

His brothers were with him, they too concerned for the health of their sister-in-law, yet both showed it in different ways. Taehyung's fingers twitched and played with his gun, his eyes never leaving the silver bullet that reflected a sense of vengeance in his eyes. 

They would pay for what they had done to Nabi.

Namjoon, however, seemed to be more relaxed, his eyes trained upon his older brother, watching him with deliberate caution. Whilst all three boys were close and would die for one another, the relationship between Seokjin and Namjoon was different. 

It had taken both boys together to remain strong and proud in front of their father's many attempts of pushing them down, Taehyung having been too young. Seokjin was the sword, the weapon that caused so much hurt and pain, yet Namjoon was his wielder, the intellect behind every move, every step that they took. Without each other, they would be lost.

"She will be fine," The middle brother spoke, a wave of reassurance spread in his voice. "It hit her shoulder which isn't a critical point, and I believe she hasn't woken due to the shock of pain,"

"'Joon's right," Taehyung muttered, although he did not look up. "Nabi'll be fine. Have you told her parents that she was shot?"

"No," The Capo's face tightened. "I told her siblings about it, although expressed strongly that they are not to tell their parents,"

"Afraid of what they'll say?"

Seokjin glowered. "Moon Yoosung is loyal to Busan. He will not care of the fact that his daughter has been injured, but rather use this as an opportunity to prey upon Seoul as we are currently more vulnerable to attack. I do not want Busan as another threat when one has only just been contained,"

The attackers from Daegu had been confined to a prison, more of a torture cell and once Nabi had woke up, the three Kims were to conduct their investigation.

The opening of the door turned their attention to an elderly gentleman wearing a white coat, a stethoscope around his neck, smiling kindly at the men, all of whom were eagerly awaiting the news.

"She's awake, nothing to critical of course, although she must take a lot of rest, and I have prescribed the mediactions that she must take regularly for a certain amount of time," He paused before adding. "Be gentle, she is still a little delicate,"

The youngest thanked the doctor before the three men entered the room, their eyes falling upon the girl on the bed, hidden in the duvet.

"Angel," Seokjin mumbled, lowering himself to his knees, taking her hand. "Is it extremely painful? Do you want me to get painkillers?"

A throaty laugh came from Nabi, shaking her head. "I'm alright, just startled," Her eyes turned to Namjoon and Taehyung, both boys grinning like mad. 

"Thank fuck, you're okay, otherwise your husband here would've gone on a killing spree," Taehyung hugged her carefully, cautious of her shoulder where a bandage covered the wound.

"Yes, and it would've been me who'd have had to clean up the mess," Namjoon winked as Seokjin sent the two a glare. "We'll leave you both to yourselves,"

He pulled the younger away, shutting the door behind them, leaving the married couple together.

"Come here," The Moon girl patted the side of the bed, and tentatively, Seokjin joined her beneath the covers. 

Her arm wrapped around his waist, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "I was so afraid that it'd hit you," She admitted softly. "I couldn't see you die,"

"Never," He swallowed. "Never take a fucking bullet for me again, do you hear me? I promised to protect you with my life and I will. You're mine and no-one is going to hurt you again,"

"Yours," The girl whispered drowsily. "Always yours,"