A Desire for the Moon

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Bang!

Seokjin closed his eyes and held his breath, completely ready to be shot. When the impact didn't reach him, he opened his eyes slowly. He saw a white shirt and a black suit when he opened his eyes. His eyes widened. His eyes followed the black tie and fell on Namjoon. Namjoon had shielded Seokjin with his body. There were no expressions other than his clenched jaw. Now that he was just a few centimetres away from Namjoon, he realized their height and muscle difference were massive. Seokjin could hide behind Namjoon, and no one would notice.

Namjoon looked down at seokjin. Seokjin saw A hint of worry in Namjoon's eyes as Namjoon scanned Seokjin from head to toe. Seokjin felt a little tingling as Namjoon's eyes travelled all over his body.

No. It wasn't the time to think about ridiculous things. He looked past Namjoon and found Yooshin on his knees, surrounded by the guards.

Namjoon turned around and glared at Yooshin. He pointed a gun at him, "For someone who skillfully planted these cameras, you are really stupid!"

Yooshin clenched his jaws, "He killed my father. He made us go bankrupt and threw us out of our houses. He should be the one dead, not my father!"

Seokjin stepped out of Namjoon's shadow and looked at Yooshin sadly, "Your father was taking unfair money from the uneducated farmers. Do you think it is fair to the farmers that I do not punish him?"

Yooshin scoffed, "Who are you to decide what's fair and what's not? Everyone knows you killed your family to be where you are."

Seokjin knew that the discussion was useless. "Take him to the prison. I will decide what to do with him in tomorrow's court session."

The guards bowed to Seokjin and dragged Yooshin out of the study. A huge sigh left Seokjin's mouth. He looked at the floor to think about the whole situation when he saw blood drops on it. His eyes followed the blood drops, and they led to Namjoon. The blood was dripping from Namjoon's sleeve.

He had forgotten about the bullet. It had hit Namjoon's arm. He immediately took out his phone, "Doctor Hwan, please come to my study."

Namjoon looked at Seokjin when he heard him, "It's alright. I can treat it myself."

Seokjin scoffed, "It's an order. Sit down."

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he plopped on the couch behind him.

The doctor was there in about fifteen minutes. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and wondered if the doctor lived in the palace for him to come so quickly.

"He was shot," Seokjin said as soon as he saw the doctor.

The doctor bowed and went straight to Namjoon. Namjoon slowly removed his jacket and loosened his tie a little. The doctor carefully started cutting the sleeve of Namjoon's shirt. Namjoon opened his cuffs and took the torn sleeve off.

Seokjin's eyes widened briefly before he controlled his emotions and looked away. After a few seconds, he looked at Namjoon again after taking a deep breath. Namjoon's entire hand was marked with all sorts of scars. The scars were long, short, and sharp, and some of them were faded. He looked at Namjoon as he was getting treated. Namjoon's face had no expression. He was focusing on something. When Seokjin followed his gaze, he found nothing worth staring at.

Ah...

He was zoning him out so as not to feel the pain. Seokjin looked at Namjoon again. As his eyes travelled from down, he found a small scar peeking out of his shirt. He must have other scars all over his body.