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25. Help me to bath 🛀🏻.

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After Mission :

Yoongi's pov

The air was thick with tension, that made my muscles tense and my breath shallow.

Jimin and I, we dragged Lee down the stairs, his struggles muffled by the damp stone walls.

We reached the basement, a empty space that swallowed the little light we brought in.

The air was stinky, smelling of rust , blood and damp earth. The tools lining the walls, their metal surfaces dull and chipped, seemed to whisper warnings the same basement where jimin broke Alex head.

Lee's, body trembling, was pushed onto the single metal chair, its coldness seeping into his flesh. Jimin, his voice low and dangerous, spoke.

Jimin : "We have things to discuss, Lee. You've been a bad boy, a very bad boy, I will talk with you later I feel tired and stinky."

I felt a strange calmness settle over me.The mission, ours, was complete. The target was secured.

Now I can go to mansion and get a beauty sleep , god I'm tired.

AS MANSION DOORS OPENED

Jimin's pov

The door slammed shut echoed in the silence of the empty Mansion.

I winced, the sound echoing through the empty room like a gunshot. My face felt hot and tight, and I pulled off my jacket, revealing the clumsy bandage wrapped around my Right hand.

Mina was standing there, her eyes fixed on the bandage, her face etched with concern.

Mina : “Jimin, what happened?”

she asked, her voice tight with worry.

I tried to shrug it off, to make it seem like nothing.

Jimin : “Just a small incident, nothing serious,”

I mumbled, hoping to brush past her and get to the privacy of my room.

But Mina didn’t budge. Her gaze lingered on the bandage, her brow furrowing.

Mina : “No, it’s serious. You got shot.”

Her voice was sharp, accusatory.

Jimin : “It’s just a gunshot,”

I tried to play it down, my voice cold.
But Mina wasn’t fooled.

Mina : “Let me see,”

she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I lazyly sat down on the couch, my eyes downcast. I didn’t want her to see. She grabbed her doctor kit from the cupboard and moved towards me with concern  that surprised me.

(A/n : Mina is doctor guys👀🐥)

She knelt before me, her fingers gentle as she unraveled the bandage, her eyes searching for the wound.

I flinched as she touched the area, and she caught my reaction. Her expression hardened.

Mina : “It’s deeper than it looks,”