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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The pain in my shoulder was still constant.
Sporadic, but it still lingered and pulsed when I applied pressure and moved heavy things with my arm.
I shouldn't have been throwing, and carrying around this man like I had it in me to begin with. An immense amount of adrenaline pulsed through my veins and I could hardly even feel that twinge of pain, it became muted by the heavy thump of my beating heart, pounding against my chest with great speed.
Two of my guys held this man in place, keeping him from getting away, fighting against his squirming body.
I paced along the lawn of our base, reminding myself to breathe as Santi and his brother, Matia, tied the guy down to an old chair.
"You sure you're good to interrogate the guy?" Hoseok asked me, muttering in a low voice. "We should have just kept him in the basement, this is just giving us more work."
I stopped my pace, brushing the hair out of my face. This is why I typically gelled my hair— to avoid it fucking sticking to my sweltering face. Although Hoseok was right, I still found it better to bring this outside, I planned on killing him immediately, it would save us more time rather than having to dispose of his body down in the basement.
"I'm good, we need to get answers out of this guy now." I insisted, watching Santi tie the man's hands behind his back. "We don't even know who the fuck this guy is. I've never seen this fucker a day in my life."
It was slightly frustrating. What the fuck did he want from me and why did he try killing me? He had to work with someone. I needed to get my questions in.
It drove me to near insanity, my fists hot, and antsy to get this shit over with.
"You hurt your shoulder really bad yesterday, Hyung." Hoseok spewed his concerns to me, his eyebrows pressed together in utter concern. "You shouldn't be doing this."
Again, I appreciated Hoseok's tendency to worry for me, but I would be lying if I said it didn't annoy the fuck out of me. This wasn't time for me to step aside, and leave it to my brothers to question this man. It was my job. It was my business— I was the one he tried killing, I needed to do this myself. I didn't have time to worry about my fucken shoulder.
I glared at Hoseok through the corner of my eye, silently telling him to back the fuck off me before this utter fury in me completely set off, and I said something to him I didn't mean.
He seemed to understand, immediately walking off towards Namjoon who was near the van, inspecting the weapons that the man once had possession of that we left in the van overnight.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, allowing the cool winds of the night to relax my heated wave of anger that threatened to wash over my overheated body.
"So what, you guys are just gonna stand around like little girls in a beauty pageant?" The man had the fucking nerve to mock us, laughing to himself.
I crossed my arms over my chest, approaching the detained man. "You're pretty fucken ballsy to be making jokes during the last few minutes of your wasted pathetic life." I watched his smile completely disappear, granting me much enjoyment.
