𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Tempestous

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> This chapter is the longest I have ever done, almost 8K words, and since I do them in one sitting, I really hope you guys like it. And well, stuff happens in this chapter too. ;)

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Everything was a blur.

Chaeyoung looked down at Jimin's unconscious, bleeding body and the blur intensified. She felt firm hands grasp her by the arm, picking her up from the ground and pushing her towards the house, but her eyes remained on Jimin, who was now being carried inside by Nam. Dazed, she walked forward just as Seulgi's cry pierced the air, and finally she felt herself blinking and turning to see Seulgi move towards Jimin from near her. Without any thought, her hand shot out and grasped Seulgi's arm, stopping the sobbing girl in her tracks. She tried to shake her off, but Chaeyoung held still, her logical mind kicking in, and shook her head at her.

"They will take care of him, Seulgi," she said softly, but still followed the small entourage to the small but well equipped medical room she had never entered before, except on her tour of the mansion. Now, slightly more clear headed, she heard Jungkook's hard voice barking orders at the men to search every inch of the grounds, orders at the staff to call the doctor and get him supplies, before he entered the room himself, heading straight to where Jimin lay.

Chaeyoung stood beside the door, keeping Seulgi from getting in the way, and frankly holding on to her because she needed to hold on to someone herself.

"You should leave the room," Jungkook said curtly, removing his jacket and tie, and folding his sleeves over his forearms. And she knew how worried she was because she really could not find it in herself to appreciate the smooth motion.

She remained silent, just as Seulgi turned into her, burying her face in her neck, and Chaeyoung rubbed her back softly, offering whatever small comfort she could. Not repeating himself again, his body tense, Jungkook called out "Nam" in a clipped tone.

Eyes wide, Chaeyoung watched Nam procure a knife and a bottle of vodka. Jungkook took it and leaned over Jimin, cutting his hoodie away from his shoulder, removing the scrap of fabric away. Chaeyoung looked at the mottled, purple skin around where the arrow was embedded, and she felt bile rising in her throat. Jimin had taken that for her. Tightening her hands around Seulgi, literally holding on to her now, she watched mutely in equal parts horror and fascination as Jungkook made quick work pouring a generous amount of vodka on the wound, and slicing the arrow right above it. Jimin face twisted but he remained out of it completely.

Throwing away the upper part, Jungkook motioned for Nam to come forward silently. Nam stepped up and picked up Jimin's torso, and without missing a beat, Jungkook pulled out the arrow completely form the muscle, blood spurting from the hole making her want to gag. Staunching the flow, Jungkook  instructed for the two other men in the room to get him something but she could not focus, her eyes fixated on the blood that seeped through Jungkook's fingers, and he didn't even flinch at any of it. Neither did Nam. Both were like machines working together.

An old man entered the room then, and Seulgi turned around to see him, sighing in relief.

"He's our family doctor," she whispered on a sob, wiping under her eyes.

Chaeyoung saw the old man take note of the wound and examine it thoroughly, asking Jungkook things in Russian to which he replied brusquely. After a few minutes, the doctor managed to staunch the bleeding and shut the gaping wound, pressing gauze and white bandages to the area, along with a sling.