“Jimin, I brought you some fried chicken,” said Rob brightly as he stepped into the hospital room. He was clad in a leather jacket and holding a package wrapped in paper. Jimin was sitting up in bed on the phone, and raised his hand lightly at Rob to acknowledge him.
“Sorry, Aiden. Rob is here, so I gotta go. —Yeah, I know. I’ll let you know.”
“On the phone with Aiden again?” Rob teased as Jimin brought his phone down away from his ear.
“Yeah. He says he’s coming down here again next week. I told him not to, since I’m being discharged soon, anyway.”
“You two brothers are like peas in a pod. Kinda makes me jealous.”
“Oh, come on. And chicken again? Are you trying to fatten me up?”
“Actually, I am. You need to put on a bit more weight. I like a little meat on my guys.”
Rob put the paper package on top of the TV and pulled up a chair, grunting as he lowered himself into it.
“I stopped by the mall just now, and it was packed.”
“I mean, it’s Thanksgiving, after all. —Hey, Rob. You should go back to LA. I’m fine now.”
Jimin couldn’t stand the idea of Rob not being able to spend Thanksgiving weekend with his family because of him. If it weren’t for Jimin, Rob would probably be back at his family home, enjoying his mother’s roasted turkey and pumpkin pie and cuddling with adorable Katie to his heart’s content.
“You try to send me away to LA every chance you get, Jimin. Am I a nuisance to you?” Rob said with an exaggerated frown. Jimin laughed as he shook his head.
“Of course not. I’m really grateful. But I’ve already caused you so much headache already, I just feel bad. I don’t know how I can thank you.”
“No need to feel bad,” Rob said, patting Jimin’s feet over the sheets.
“Thanks. When I’m discharged next week, then, let’s head back to LA right away.”
“You’ll need to be on crutches for a while, right? No rush. We should head back once your pain is gone. Don’t worry about me. I can still write papers while in DC, and I’ve been going out with friends to let off steam, too. I haven’t been twiddling my thumbs all this time, you know.”
Rob’s kindness never failed to allay Jimin’s anxieties. He turned to the window, where the bright sunlight was streaming in. Rob followed his gaze.
“Can’t believe it’s almost the end of November,” he murmured.
“Yeah. Time flies.”
After Thanksgiving, shops would gear up their marketing for Christmas. Towering Christmas trees would go up and be decorated, and the streets would be completely taken over by holiday cheer.
It was only about a month ago that Jimin had fought in the remote jungle of Colombia alongside V and Corvus. Yet, now it felt like an eternity ago.
After watching Corvus draw his last breath, Jimin had been taken by helicopter, still unconscious, to a hospital in the capital of Bogotá. The bullet had passed through his leg, but he had undergone emergency surgery for his shattered tibia and fibula. Once the metal plates were inserted into his leg, Jimin returned to his hospital room to find that V and the rest of the group were nowhere to be found. Instead, a staff member from the American embassy was waiting for him.
Jimin asked the staff member to contact FBI headquarters, and once they were notified, Heiden and Rob flew down to see him. Upon hearing the entire story from beginning to end, Heiden had cradled his head, overwhelmed. The incident was so much larger than expected that it seemed that there was nothing he could do until he consulted his higher-ups back in the States.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Jimin Lennix, a former DEA investigator was arrested by a false accusation of killing his own partner. The FBI agents gave him a special deal, to look for a particular criminal hiding in the same prison. By the time he was detained in th...
