Sons of Bangtan {Mafia AU}🔞

CHAPTER 79: Incognito

It was a good thing that Agust D wasn't in front of her this instant because she was certain she would murder him.

"You should rest, don't apply any pressure on it," the handsome docrot said as he finished dressing up her wound. "You need to stay off any physical activities and let your leg heal completely."

Her eyes met Hoseok's instantly. Resting and no moving meant no training.

Or just no physical training.

That son of a bitch! He did it on purpose.

To force her train with guns.

"Or I can just take some painkillers and we'll be good to go," she said straight at J-Hope pointedly.

He smiled back wickedly.

"You know you can't avoid it forever," he warned, ignoring the perplexed doctor who didn't understand the context of their conversation.

Marcella was about to give him a piece of her mind when the jawdroppingly gorgeous doctor cut in, glaring her down with a face that was straight out of a Korean drama.

"Did I speak in a language that you didn't understand?" he questioned irritated. "You are not allowed to move for a few days until the wound is healed. Fortunately the bullet passed throug without damaging anything vital but you still need to take a good care of it."

"Of couse he didn't damage anything vital," she said bitterly. "He just needed an excuse to get me off the mat and force me to train with guns."

The doctor looked confused looking between them with concern. His eyes finally rested on J-Hope who shook his head as if to tell him not to ask any more questions.

"Leave us," he said finally.

After a few warnings the model like doctor left without adding anything farther.

"Is he even a real doctor?" Marcella questioned as she crossed her arm over her chest and avoided eye contact all together. "He looks more like a K-Drama character."

While she was speaking Hoseok moved from the doorframe and walked towards her. He stopped at the foot of the bed she was currently sitting on and quietly looked at her.

"Don't," she said avoiding his eyes.

"Marcella we need to talk about it," he said sternly.

"There's nothing to talk about, Sunbae," Marcella said stubbornly. "I'm not doing it and he can shoot me in the head next time if he wants. I'm not going back on my promise."

Hoseok narrowed his eyes.

"You promised someone you wouldn't shoot a gun?" he questioned.

Marcella sighed.

"Something like that," she admitted.

Hoseok's frown deepened.

"This isn't about the promise though, is it?" he questioned understandingly. "It's about the reason you made that promise and the trauma that preceded it."

Marcella remained silent. Refusing to look at him. Refusing to answer him. Ultimately admitting to what he said.

"You are in deep shit, you know that right?" he asked nonechalantly. "He's pissed at you."

Marcella scoffed.

"When is he not?"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"You do realise that the bear you've been pocking this entire time is the Devil of Seoul rigt?" he said sternly. "I would advise you to show him some respect and stop resisting him. It'll only be worse for you."