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Namjoon pov ,
Barking. Howling.
A large bull-headed creature barreling toward me with a violent hunger in its silver, pupil-less eyes.
Jungkook lunging forward and shoving me aside.
The minotaur diving and plunging its horn into his leg.
A splatter of blood decorating the dirt.
It all happened far too quickly.
One moment I was ripping the head off a deafening banshee, and the next, my fingers were dripping in jungkook blood.
"Ты че, сука, оьхуел бля(what the hell are you bitch)!" I snapped at him furiously, but he was in so much pain that he didn't pay any heed to my yelling.
Jungkook chest was rising and falling rapidly as he lay on his side, panting harshly with a whimper escaping every few seconds.
There were rapid footsteps behind me as I tried to add pressure to the wound, and dargon king fell to his knees beside me .
"What the fuck happened?"
"The idiot saw a minotaur coming for me and decided to jump in front of it," I growled, running my fingers over the bloody tufts of fur,
"Where is that despicable bull?"
"You mean that one?" Dargon king gestured to a burnt pile of limbs a few feet away that still had smoke drifting up from it .
"I saw what happened and took care of it for you."
I shook my head and stared at the curved horn that was impaled in jungkook's leg, "We need to remove this. A minotaur's horn is poisonous, and if too much of that poison enters his bloodstream, then-"
The sinking feeling in my stomach was enough to send bile up my throat.
"Jhope can help him," dargon king said,
picking up jungkook's leg carefully to
examine it.
"We need to move him back to the camp fast."
"I can take him.'
Jin and yoongi appeared behind us and reached for jungkook with caution, picking him up slowly to not jostle his wounded leg too much.
As jin straightened and stood to his full height, he pressed his lips against my temple in a comforting gesture,
"Я понесу ему. Он будей в порядке. Доверьтесь мне." ( I'll bring it to him. He'll be fine. Trust me.)
I raked a hand through my hair, trying to remain collected, "Let's go. Jungkook doesn't have much time."
***
"What the fuck?"
Jin and yoongi placed jungkook on the bed of grass gently as hurried over and threw his crutches aside to study the minotaur's horn embedded in jungkook's fur.
Jungkook was still conscious from what I could tell, but his eyes were squeezed shut and tightened periodically as if the pain overwhelmed him in waves. My chest felt like a thousand bricks were piled on top of me as I watched him suffer silently.
"What can you do to help him?" Jin hyung asked the dragon warrior ( jhope ), voicing my thoughts for me.
"I can remove this, but he has lost a ton of blood," jhope said, trying to pry the horn out with his gloved hands,
"Dragon blood will cancel out the poison, but alpha jungkook will need his mate here to help his wolf heal."
I glanced at the neon numbers on my wrist and nearly pulled my hair out from frustration,
