among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

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After Taehyung dropped them off at their hide-out, he drove off with the promise to get help quickly.

Yoongi seemed to know what kind of 'help' he meant, but chose not to mention anything to Arabella. Despite knowing how painful it must be for his younger friend, they didn't have any other option considering Jimin's condition.

So that left Yoongi with Arabella and Jimin, who was still in pain and still complaining.

"The wounds look penetrating. You're lucky," Yoongi mumbled then in an attempt to stay positive while rummaging through one of their bags, to which the wounded man only frowned.

"Yeah, so lucky," Jimin muttered sarcastically from his laying position. He blinked an eye open then, watching his friend pass Arabella a shirt, shyly looking away then.
Her eyes widened at the random gesture, but as she looked down on herself, she realised she was still standing there without any top. She blushed and mumbled a quick 'thank you' to Yoongi, accepting the shirt from him and putting it on.
Her mind had been too occupied with the injured guy in front of her that she'd forgotten she was only in her bra.

"Good. No one but me should see you like this." Jimin's light chuckle was interrupted by his anew wincing. Being in pain all over again.

Arabella groaned annoyed, dismissing his comment. Instead of just sitting still, he was wiggling and talking all the time, both not helpful when having two gunshots.
"Just be quiet for once."

"Ouch, that how you treat a wounded man?"

"It's how I treat you."

"You guys are way too noisy," Yoongi sighed, shaking his head, "I'll.. I'll just head downstairs to keep an eye in case our 'friends' show up." And with that he left the apartment, leaving the two alone.

"You're such an idiot," Arabella mumbled then, folding her arms with a puff of air, "Getting shot like this.. like a noob."

Jimin laughed faintly, rolling his head to the side to have a better view of her. Her hair was sticking out of her ponytail, her cheeks were flushed and her big lovely eyes were filled with distress. She was anxious, he could tell. And although he couldn't deny enjoying the fact she didn't even try hiding it on her features, he didn't want her to worry about him.

He smirked. His hand pressing firmer against the wound on his side.

"Maybe it was on purpose to have you nurse me back to health." His eyes slowly fluttered shut. His fingers loosening.

"Huh. You wish."

Arabella was expecting another immature retort by him, but nothing came this time. She became suspicious.
"Jimin?"
She noticed the cold sweatbeads having formed on his forehead, his hand slipping from his shoulder. Her breath hitched and she immediatelly fell to her knees.
"Jimin?" she repeated and brushed away some strands of hair which were sticking on his forehead. Lightly shaking his shoulder then as she didn't get an answer. "I swear if you're pretending again!"

He only hummed. His breathing had become slower and shallower as the pain grew. Feeling himself turning drawsy.

"Hey, Jimin, open your eyes!" Her voice raised in panic and she cupped his face, trying opening his eyes with her thumbs. Her heart sinking when tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "Please," she breathed, her voice breaking as she surpressed a sob, "Please, don't leave me."

The door abruptly shot open then, Taehyung entering with a young woman following him. Her hair was falling in long, coppery curls over her shoulders which she pushed back before kneeling down beside Arabella.