MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'You really don't need to carry me all the time.'

'Mhm. Tell me that when you can take a step on your own.' He teased as he held me tighter, making his way towards Taehyung's new office

Jimin sort of knocked on the door with his foot, letting whoever is inside know that someone's there.

'Why are you knocking?' Taehyung chuckled from the inside, and Jimin muttered something under his breath before opening the door

Oh, damn. It's way better than the last one. Bigger. More equipement. Cleaner. Maybe cause we didn't have a million injuries brought into it just yet. But that all aside, Namjoon was there.

He was asleep in one of the beds in the corner, bare-chested with a 10 inch gauze slapped on the bottom of his stomach, right next to his left hip. His face smoothed over with relaxation as soft snores slip through his nose. 

'How's he doing?' Jimin asked, setting me down on the empty bed

Taehyung looked over at him and nodded a little. 'He's more than okay. Nothing major was hit. Besides the scar, he will be up an running as soon as he's awake. He was just exhausted and fell asleep.'

'Why don't you get some rest? You look ready to collapse.' Jimin commented, and he wasn't wrong

He was still dirty and bloody, scrapes all over him. He didn't even get out of his clothes. His guns are resting on the surface of the white table in the corner, next to a bowl filled with bloody gauzes and some metal, medical utensils.

'I had to repair you guys first. Most of us are fine, to be honest. He got it the worst.' He motioned over to Namjoon, keeping his voice soft and low. 'Besides Jungkook's popped shoulder, which he told me you set back for him, the rest of us are okay. Just tired. No one slept in 2 days.'

'Then go and sleep. I can take care of us.' Jimin says, but Taehyung shook his head

'I'm not gonna die. Let me see what's wrong.'

He turned towards me, but I cut him off straight away. 'Do him first. I only sprained my ankle, but he got cut up and he's still bleeding.'

'Where?' Taheyung went full doctor mode, slapping on a pair of latex gloves and looking at Jimin

With a deep sigh and an eye roll in my direction, he pulled his leg sleeve up and walked closer to Taehyung.

'Ouch.' Tae grimaced, croushing down to take a better look. He tapped around the wound gently, pressing into a few points. And then he started laughing. 'You cut yourself up, didn't you?'

Jimin's confusion was written on his face. 'What are you on about?'

'This is a sword cut. I think you got yourself somehow.' He kept chuckling

Jimin squinted at him as if he's talking nonsense, and then something crashed through his thoughts. With a deep sigh, he said one name. 'Jungkook.'

'What with him?'

'He tackled me down at one point because someone threw one of those bar chairs at us. I almost impaled him by accident and must have cut myself up trying not to cut him.'

'Might have been better if you took that chair to the head.' Taehyung snorts. 'Sit up there and put your leg on that table. I need to stitch that up or you'll reopen it by accident.'

Like an obedient child, he moved to where Tae told him to, doing as instructed. I watched Taehyung's hand moving about as he put the stitches in, and he did it with such ease, like he could do it in his sleep. I also kept looking at Jimin to see how he'll react, but his face was just blank. Not even a blink the entire time. It's like he truly can't feel any pain.