MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'I can do this much you know.' I smiled a little, mostly to myself, as his hands worked diligently on cleaning me up

'I know.' He murmured and leaned down, placing a kiss on my shoulder, right above the long healed bullet wound. 'But it doesn't mean I can't do it instead.

Closing my eyes for a long moment, I leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapping around me to hold me tighter. I'm safe. I'm with him.

'You should go see Taehyung about that ankle later.'

'It's just a sprain. I'll be-'

'I'm sorry if I made that sound like a suggestion.' He murmured in the side of my neck, marking the skin with his lips, leaving soft, fluttering kisses down the side. 'It was an orded.'

I would argue, maybe, if his lips didn't burn away the fight from me.
'Okay. I'll go.'

'I know. Even if you said no, I'd carry you to him.'

'Why am I not surprised?' I chuckle

'Because you know me too well.' He kissed my cheek, and reahed forward to turn off the water

I have no idea how long we've been in here. Could be minutes, could be hours, could be days. No matter how long, it was long enough for the water to run clear beneath our feet. When we first stepped in the shower, the blindingly white surface under us turned crimson. All the blood was the one he had collected on himself, and it took three rounds of the sponge-running over his skin to clear out his neck where the blood reached his skin, and his leg, which was a bloody mess. I did feel a lot better once he actually cleaned around the wound.
The cut was still deep, but it wasn't as bad as I feared. He did earn a scar with it, but it will be barely noticable. I did ask him how he got it, but he genuinely seemed like he had no clue whatsoever. He said he was too high on adrenaline to notice a wound until it seeped into his boot. Said it pissed him off more than it hurt.

And I... I felt like a child in the shower, with him doting on me like I'm a cripple. He carried me in there, scrubbed me clean, kissed every inch of my skin he could reach, then wrapped me in the softest towel like a little burrito, and carried me over to the bed.

'Jimin!' I couldn't contain my laughter when he started dressing me up like I'm actually incapable of doing it myself

'Rain!' He mimicked my behaviour and called my name in the same exclaiming tone, but obviously trolling me

'I can put on my own shirt.' I mumbled as he pulled it over my head and started puling my arms through the sleeves

'Good, good. But you're gonna stop complaining and let me pamper you if I feel like it.'

I gave up on arguing and let him could do whatever he had planned in that mind of his. I let him manouver me around like a doll, putting clothes on me, and one sock. Signular. He left my injured ankle free of any clothing, and told me to sit still. So I did.

I was quietly observing him as he moved around the still new room, grabbing clothes from the wardrobe, before walking over to the chest of drawers. Then he stopped moving.

His face turned sullen and he seemed to be lost in thought, staring blankly at the open drawer.

'What's wrong?' I ask him softly, wondering what kind of thought suddenly hit him. Maybe it was everythign at once. Maybe he didn't process until now what happened. I am barely able to wrap my head around it.

'The seconds drawer. It's empty.' He mumbled and closed it

'Well, it is a new house. I'm sure we'll fill it up.' I smile, but he just shook his head, and looked over at me