방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I sighed, my hand patting against the center console as Namjoon drove us to a nightclub in Thailand that was just a few minutes away from a very populated city. There was no ambush planned for tonight, nor was there any fighting I had to be doing. Which was great news for my shoulder and I. But, I still carried my gun with me, tucking it below the seat for easy and quick access, just in case.
I rolled out my shoulder, my nose recoiled as a pang ruptured throughout my tender body.
Namjoon looked over at me for a few seconds, then back onto the road. "You just had surgery a few days ago... do you think it's a good idea-"
"I'll be fine." I shrugged him off, opening the center console. "I'll just take some pain meds for now," I said, rummaging through the drawer to find my pill body that I keep in the car for safety purposes.
I grabbed the bottle, the little pills inside rattling against the orange bottle. I popped two of them out, swallowed them dry, and washed them down with a half-empty water bottle I found lying in the cup holder.
"Hyung, maybe you shouldn't be out and about three days after your surgery?" Hoseok prudently suggested, from the back seat.
I waved it off, shaking my head. "I'm perfectly fine. Besides, nothing will go down. We aren't here to fight, we're just here to get some information off the guy, nothing more."
Namjoon chortled, shaking his head,
I looked over at him, raising my eyebrows. "What?" I asked.
He looked over at him, his smile now dissipated when he realized I wasn't smiling. "W- You always say that." He informed, switching his hands on the wheel, his dominant hand now steering. He looked over at his rearview. "Right, Hoseok? Doesn't Yoongi always say that fighting won't happen? And you know what? It always happens."
"That's true," Hoseok muttered, his lips going flat.
"Yeah because some shit happens, it isn't for no reason." I corrected Namjoon.
He was talking out of his ass— making it seem like I picked fights for no reason with these people. There was always a reason.
"I never said that it wasn't for no reason." He clarified. "Hyung, is irritability part of the side effects of the meds you're on?" He looked over at me.
At first, I thought he was just being an ass, and teasing me for being irritated. However, when I looked over at his expression, I could tell that he was asking a genuine question. He was genuinely wondering why I was so irritable, and why my temper had been a bomb fuse those recent days.
Hoseok hummed, sitting back in his seat. "Starts with an R ends in an ey." He muttered, fumbling with his tie.
I rolled my eyes.
Here he goes again with fucking Rey.
Hoseok refused to drop what happened between her and I. It was nearly a week ago, and he still had the nerve to probe me with questions and demand what happened, and why she ran away home, crying.
