MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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I touched him all over and he was barely warm, but he was breathing. Shallow, hitching breaths are making his weak chest barely raise and then fall aggressively. He's out, but alive. Just barely.

I need to go and find Rain. But I can't leave him. I don't have the time to save him and get the information I need.

I honestly considered leaving him to die and going my own way, but Jungkook's words rang in my head. He gave up his life so we could live. 

Damn it.

I looked around myself, still completely lost as to how none of them have come up yet, but I'm just gonna use the luck while I can.

I had to handle him a bit roughly because I couldn't go inside and take him out. The cage is too small. I had to drag him out and then throw him over my shoulder to carry him out. He is even worse than Taehyung was. 

I guess I'm losing one of my clues, but getting Yoongi back is also worth it. 

I struggled carrying a whole man on my back because of my muscles slightly aching from all the working out, but I got him out as quietly as I could and threw him in the back of the car. I heard the police sirens in the distance as I was closing the door. The girls called them as I told them to.

I looked over the street, and a massive commotion was going on, with people collecting like flies on shit. At least they listened. And took all the attention so I could escape without being seen.

I was contemplating if I should take him home or to a hospital because all these girls will be taken there as well. If they see me, I'm fucked. But if I don't, he might die. 

I also thought about simply tossing him inside the house, or just sending guys a message to take him, just so I don't have to speak to them, but even I know the limits to my stubbornness and pettiness. If I go out of my way to not communicate with them, he might take his last breath in the back of this car. No other choice but to talk to them. Fuck you, Yoongi.

Escaping all the commotion that I've sort of created, I rushed home as much as I could, and ran in through the front door with a loud bang against the table behind them. Every single one of them jumped, ready to fight, and Hella barked like mental until she saw it was me.

'THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU AND WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?! Were you not upstairs?!' Jungkook screamed at me, holding a gun in his hand

'I found Yoongi.'

'WHAT?!!' All of them jumped off, running to me, with Namjoon already putting his shoes on

'Where is he?' Namjoon asked in that authoritative tone

'He's in the back of the car. You need to take him because I can't go to the hospital now.' 

He looked at me for a second but quickly gathered that it's a story for later, not asking anything else.

They sprinted past me, and I watched all of them run to the car, wanting to convince themselves that it's really him, and then they split around and drove off in a hurry. Hella stopped at the porch, looking until they drove off the driveway, and then walked back to me, greeting me by jumping on my chest with front two paws and knocking me on my ass.

'Ow, shit. I need to feed you less. And stop licking me for fuck sake.' I had to push her face away not to get her tongue in my eye. I need a damn shower every 15 minutes around this dog. 

And talking of needing one, I'll get right on that.

I went through the motions, taking my clothes off as the shower ran in the back, heating up by the second. I stopped by the mirror, taking a look at the stranger that I avoided looking at for a while. I was petrified of what I was met with last time I looked at him. He was worn down and destroyed in every way there was. He was skin and bones with no colour to his skin, melting almost into his light hair.

And now I'm looking at a different stranger. Similarities are still there. He is still destroyed and in pain, but this time, the pain is not taking over. His skin is not ghostly anymore, and his bones are not sticking out like last time. I watched the image of the one in the mirror as his fingers grazed his own chest, running over small bullet scars that have completely healed by now, and are sitting painlessly on the skin, just a few shades lighter than the surrounding skin, and only slightly raised under the fingertips. It almost looks like a healed cigarette burn. And the stranger's face is void of any pain I saw last time we met. His eyes are empty and cold. His lines look like he never smiled or made a single other expression with the smoothness of the skin, making it all so much more eerie with the shadows casted on those same lines by the darkness of the strands falling over it.

I looked and looked until the image had gone blurry with the edges of the mirror fogging up and slowly erasing the picture before my eyes. The entire bathroom steamed up in no time, and I didn't even notice because I was too zoned out.

I got under the water, letting out a heavy breath as the water hit me, washing down my face and neck. Red liquid poured down my body, turning the water crimson under my feet before swirling away down the drain. I didn't realise I had blood in my hair.

Reaching for the shampoo, I stopped like I always do when I'm in this damned shower. I haven't gotten rid of a single one of her things. Her shower gel is still here next to mine. Her little loofa that she only bought to use it on me is sitting in the corner, and I refuse to even touch it. I tried once, and the image of her smile and the sound of her giggles filled my mind the moment I touched it, reminding me for a millionth time that she's gone, so I never touched it again. I do use her shampoo and her shower gel. The scent of vanilla and raspberry is one of the rare things that remind me of her that actually makes me calm instead of throwing me into a spiral.

I planned on staying there forever if I could, basking in my delusion where I imagine she's with me, but my phone wasn't having any of it. It kept going off for what felt like hours, and after it rang the 7th time, I turned the shower off and cursed the person who invented the damn thing.

Jin 2 missed calls. Namjoon 4 missed calls. Jungkook 1 missed call.
1 message.

Joon
He's awake and wants to see you

That was damn fast. He's awake already? It's been 20 minutes since they took him. Or it hasn't. It's been 3 hours. I've been in the shower for over 2 hours.

I looked down at my hand, only now realising how wrinkled my fingertips were. They looked like raisins. I still can't grasp the concept of time and how it passes me by. I'd say that there is something seriously wrong with me, but that is a more commonly known fact than that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

At least I'm clean. Throughly.

Considering it's been hours, I should be fine to go inside the hospital without any of the girls seeing me. If they're still there.

Taking Hella with me, I got into a car and drove to the hospital, giving a pep-talk to myself mentally to not kill them when I get there.

I didn't even need to ask where they are because by now we have a personal doctor in this place and a private room. I miss the days when we would get stabbed and go home where Taehyung patched us up. These days, every time someone gets injured, it's nearly death, and we need to go to a hospital.

I earned a few looks and squeaks as I walked through the hospital with this terminator of a dog by my side, but at least no one spoke to me, nor have I seen any of the girls or police.

I heard murmurs and chattering before I even opened the door. You can't hear what they're talking about as their voices are muffled, but you can't miss that it's them. Maybe I'm just way too used to them.

I knocked twice purely to let them know that I'm coming in and opened the door, letting Hella run in first. She ran to the guys happily, wagging her tail. But that wasn't what I was interested in, and neither was Yoongi.

He kept his eyes on me, and I kept mine on him in a creepy silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Neither one of us is what we used to be.

And then he spoke first, letting his hoarse, tired voice barely make a whisper.

'Damn.'