Unstitched Wounds

Chapter 5; Jeon Jeongguk

-death, violence, and murder-

Jeon Jeongguk is not anything that Hoseok expects. Honestly, he isn't really sure what he is expecting considering the file he just read on him and the added file of the Black Rabbit that Namjoon passed to him on the way to the supply room.

His unknown illness that was taking over his body and mind, from cane, to crutches, to wheelchair. His tremors and joint pain. Everything from paralysis to symptoms like Lupus. The pictures of him smiling, the image of Yoongi's soft smile when looking at him.

To the file of Black Rabbit; death, violence, and murder. From Defenders, to humans, to Nosferatu- there isn't a single race that has been untouched by the Black Rabbit's hand.

The Jeongguk in front of him no longer resembles the happy, sick boy from the folder, either. The wide, toothy smile is gone and replaced with a carefully crafted mask of stoicism. His raven hair is long and unruly, pulled into a messy bun with strands falling around his dark eyes. He's dressed in Rabbit's usual attire as well- black cargo pants, steel-toed boots, and a over-sized hoodie.

Beneath the hoodie is a sleeveless top, revealing his bare and heavily tattooed arms. The neckline goes up to his jugular and it's form-fitted. It showcases every perfectly honed muscle and each slow, shallow breath.

The hoodie has been removed entirely due to the sheer number of knives that were sewn into every nook and cranny of the damned thing, according to Namjoon. It also reveals the nasty puncture wound to his side, black blood practically painting the once white supply room a macabre grayish black.

Along with the dozens of tattoos running like a sleeve up his right arm is the frankly disturbing amount of scars. Some look like borderline torture. A few burns, a couple of deep knife cuts, and even more deeper lacerations. A pitch black hand-print on his shoulder, stopping before his shoulder blades.

Christ on a Stick. The kid has more scars than he does ink- and that is seriously saying something.

The lack of his hoodie has clearly set the kid on edge. His muscles bulge in his arms as he paces the room, droplets of blood splattering to the ugly carpet beneath his feet yet his expression is blank and body deceivingly care free.

Yeah. The Nosferatu watching him enter the room is nothing like Hoseok expected, but he suspects that Jeongguk wasn't expecting him either if the momentary flash of surprise is anything to go by.

"What do I owe the pleasure of a personal visit from the number 2 wolf- the great Kim Namjoon himself?" Jeongguk's voice is disturbingly level with a hint of rueful amusement. His near black eyes latch onto Hoseok and his nostrils flare. "And I see you brought me lunch. How thoughtful."

Instinctively, Hoseok goes stiff and his heart rate jumps into his throat. He can see Jeongguk smile, revealing the barest hint of fangs.

Namjoon steps beside Hoseok with a low warning growl. The Nosferatu in question doesn't even bat an eye at the noisy display of protective behavior. "This is our Healer. He's come to take a look at your wound."

Brow furrowing, Jeongguk subtly shifts his injured side so that it's harder to spot. He scoffs. "I don't need a vet."

"I'm trained in, um, both medicines."

"Good for you. Would you like a gold star?"

Hoseok arches a brow. "Are you offering one?"

"Fresh out." Jeongguk returns to his methodical pacing. More blood drips onto the floor. "You can't help me, sunshine. I'll heal on my own."

Resisting the urge to snap at the Nosferatu, fully aware that he could very easily drink him dry and leave him for dead, Hoseok sooths his inner rage and steps further into the room.