Seorin University is located in Seoul which selects 1 student for each class every year for scholarships based on criteria. This college is known for having wealthy students where some are studious, while others are spoiled brats and only care about...
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Jungkook's POV:
I parked my car outside the safe house, rubbing the back of my sore neck and favoring my injured leg while my bloodied knuckles throbbed. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard a loud noise from down the hall. I could hear Namjoon Hyung sounding panicked.
"Stay with me, Taehyung-ah!" he shouted, and that's when I saw them.
Namjoon Hyung was struggling to keep Taehyung upright; his clothes were soaked in blood. My heart skipped a beat. "What the fuck happened?!" I shouted, rushing over to help.
"He went for a walk outside and tore his stitches," Namjoon Hyung gritted, pressing his hand against Taehyung's wound. "Call Jin Hyung, now!"
Why the hell was Taehyung outside pushing himself when he should've been resting? That idiot...
I pulled out my phone and dialed Jin Hyung's number with shaking fingers. The line rang once—twice—before he picked up.
"Jungkook? What's wrong?" Jin Hyung asked.
"Taehyung," I gasped. "His stitches tore open, and he's bleeding a lot. Please come quickly!"
"Shit. I'm on my way! Call the nurses for help," Jin Hyung said before hanging up.
I put my phone back in my pocket, cursing under my breath, and alerted the nurses on my way back to Taehyung's room. When I got there, Namjoon Hyung had managed to get Taehyung onto the bed, using anything he could find to try and stop the bleeding. Taehyung was unconscious, and his breathing were shallow.
"Is Jin Hyung coming?" Namjoon Hyung asked.
"Yeah, he's on his way, and the nurses too," I nodded, kneeling beside Taehyung. "How bad is it?"
Namjoon Hyung didn't answer right away. Instead, he focused on keeping Taehyung stable. "He's losing too much blood. If Jin Hyung doesn't get here soon—"
"He will," I cut in. I watched Taehyung as he struggled to stay awake, his chest rising and falling unevenly. But he was still smirking.
"Yah... don't... look so serious..." Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Are you kidding me right now?" I snapped with worry. "Why can't you just listen to me? Why did you go outside when I told you not to move from bed?"
He let out a breathless chuckle, but it quickly turned into a wince of pain, and he held Namjoon Hyung's wrist tightly.
"Just... needed some air..." Taehyung whispered.
"Air? You needed air? You're such an idiot," I muttered in frustration.
Namjoon Hyung glanced at me. "Hold his hand. Keep him awake. Don't let him pass out."
I nodded and grabbed Taehyung's trembling hand, squeezing it tightly. "Hey, stay awake, okay? Jin Hyung is on his way."
