A MAFIA GAME

16. Jeongcheol 💎

Jeonghan's POV

I was thankful to Wonwoo, my heart dropped ten feet under when Mingyu said that Seungcheol needed me to stitch up some wounds. Just like that and no explanations, both Wonwoo and I were shocked, first by Mingyu's sudden behavior toward Wonwoo and then by the news he just bombed me with.

I waited by the door,
I don't know why Seungcheol didn't ride with Mingyu, why weren't they in the same car?

I waited, fear and anxiety consuming me with every passing second until they showed up. The car pulled up and Seungcheol wasn't alone, his men all around him and I froze for a moment, why were they surrounding him like that? Was it so bad? Did Mingyu lie to me?

I saw them helping him out of the car and at first glace ... it didn't look bad but I wasn't so sure. My scent was too obvious and lingering in the air and I know for a fact that he caught it because his eyes are locked with mine. His men helped him up the stairs to the front door where I was waiting and he flashed me a smile.

"Hello my Angel" he said, his voice cracking a little and I can had the chance to see him clearly now.

His face bruised,

Blood dripping off his arm ... a cut? It looked deep because the blood under his shirt was thick enough to make me think twice about how to stop it.

He was limping
Was it broken? No he wouldn't be walking if it was but he was hit badly enough to be escorted by men on each side.

My eyes teared up and I don't know why, he was standing in front of me all bloody and injured and it wasn't the first time I see him like this but this feeling that just overwhelmed me was sickening. I wanted to throw up, I stiffened and Seungcheol reached out to me, held my hand and motioned his men to leave.

"Angel?" He called me softly again and I suddenly snapped, I swallowed hard and scanned him again "Let's take you inside, let me have a look at it"

But he didn't move, his eyes tired just looking at me, continuously scanning my features but not landing anywhere
"I'm sorry" he whispered softly again but I didn't respond.

"Let's go inside, please" I was urgent, I wanted to attend his wounds I didn't want to talk because I was done talking. I've been through this with him so many times already, it wasn't the first time, it's like he put his work before everything else, even before his own life and it never sat right with me.

We fought about it a lot.

He would leave for days on end and I would just sit there waiting ... at least this time, I wasn't alone, for once I had someone there waiting with me, Wonwoo was such a great support system when I, myself, wasn't at all that strong.

We slowly go upstairs, I supported him the entire way, his arm around my shoulders as I basically carried him to his room, our room. I've nested here a long time ago, I considered this room to be my home, Seungcheol and I shared so much here. We would sit and chat, discuss work and family matters ... and passionately shared beautiful moments.

By the time I gently pushed him down on the bed, Seungcheol was panting trying so hard to catch his breaths.

"Does your chest hurt? Shortness of breath?"

He blinked but didn't reply, he didn't want to discuss his condition right now and I didn't want to talk about anything else so ... this is going to be difficult.