The large box sat between Yoongi and I so we couldn't see eachother. Hayao was trying to help Yoongi, and the old lady was getting bottles of things from the cabinet.
I'm not complaining, but any longer and I'm gonna pass out and die from blood loss.
The old women turned to me.
"What's your name?" She opened a bottle of white powder "J-Jin." I gasped ou "My name is Rita, my husband and I are going to try to help you and your friend okay?" I nodded my head and winced "This is going to hurt, but stay strong okay?" I was planning on replying but then I heard Yoongi screaming. Taehyung took my hand as Rita pinched the powder into my wounds, and soon we were both yelling. It felt like it was burning my flesh, but then it ended in a sharp pain. I held Taehyung's hand as the pain surged through my body, not soon after, I realized that wasn't the worst part of it.
"Who's the strongest here?" Rita glanced from Taehyung to Jimin "He is." Taehyung pointed to Jimin "I need you to hold Yoongi down for Hayao." Rita asked "O-Okay." Jimin said with tears in his eyes "It'll be a couple minutes." After she went over to Yoongi, we heard him screaming louder "What is she doing?!"I asked him. He only flashed me an uneasy smile
"Don't you have something for the pain?!" Jimin yelled over Yoongi's screaming "I have something, but it might be fatal given his condition, if he was in a more stable condition then maybe I would be able to use it." Rita said "I agree, it would not be wise." Hayao added.
About ten minutes later, they came over to me. Jimin was a crying mess and he had a hard time talking. He gave me a pained smile "Y-You can do this bro, You h-have to. You have to get through this." "What happened to Yoongi?!" I didnt hear him anymore "Is he dead?!?!" Jimin cried harder.
"Save him... P-Please Rita." He begged
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Corrupt: A BTS Fanfic Book One [Completed]
Fanfiction-Sneak Peek- "Shit." He groaned "What are we gonna do? No one else knows where this place is." He added "We're screwed." I sighed and nodded my head, tears forming. "How much did you get shot?" I asked weakly "Five times." He answered in pain "It's...