Little Kitten (jikook)

Bonds Pt 2

It was quiet for a minute before Chan was the first one to speak up. "We need to call an ambulance…maybe it is not too late?!" He immediately searched his pockets for his phone. "No!" Chan looked startled.
"No…we, Woozi-Hyung." Jimin said after the thick clouds in his mind were finally ebbing away. He lifted his butt a bit, careful because Hoshi was still resting in his lap. "There in my back pocket is my phone. Call him…"
Chan nodded and kneeled down, fumbling out the phone. "Vernon, we need something that we can cover the wound with. Seungkwan, please go and look if Seokjin-hyung is still at the Café. Quick…"

Seungkwan turned around running as fast as he could back to the Café. Chan was explaining to Woozi what had happened and Vernon had gotten rid of his shirt and was currently pressing the fabric against the bleeding wound. "Hoshi, don't you dare die here…" Vernon was trying his best not to cry, while Jimin was checking Hoshi's pulse regularly.

After two minutes they heard footsteps. "Oh my god, what happened?" Seokjin said the moment he reached the boys. "I will tell you later…we need to get him to the mansion as fast as possible, Hyung."
Seokjin nodded and bent down to lift up the wounded into his arms. "Everyone fallow me." And so they did. Jimin, Vernon and Chan were sitting on the backseats, Hoshi laid on top of them, Seungkwan was at the front and Seokjin drove as fast as possible.

Namjoon and Woozi were standing outside, waiting for the car to arrive and as soon as it came to a halt, Namjoon opened the back door, carefully lifting Hoshi into his arms.
"Vernon, you come with me, I need an assistant. Chan, please treat Jimin's wounds…" Woozi ordered, quickly turning around to follow the leader into the house. "But, Hyung, please let me help…"
Jimin quickly exited the car, running to Woozi, who had stopped, a hand resting on Jimin's arm. "No, you're too worked up..I can understand, but you should rest, for now…"
The Doc's words were final and so Jimin was left behind.

He looked after Woozi and Vernon disappearing into the room, where he had found out what he wanted to do with his life. Saving them, healing and stitching them up. That was what he had wanted. But now, he had killed one person, another one had killed himself with his hands…and now his friend was on the verge of death. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a warm large hand on his shoulder.
"Come in…you heard Woozi. You should rest…" Seokjin smiled at Jimin, but it was filled with sadness.

"So, you are the leader of this gang? And basically everyone we know is in it…?" Seungkwan asked looking at Namjoon. The man nodded. They were all sitting in the living room and Namjoon had taken that chance to tell them everything. Chan had been cleaning Jimin's wound and so the youngest was in better condition, physically. "But why did you never told us, that you are in a gang, Jimin?" Seungkwan was looking at him, his eyes wide open and full with so much hurt and sadness that Jimin was barely able to handle the guilt. "I…" He gulped, before looking down.

"It was better that way. We all wanted to you to be safe. It was my idea, I just had good intentions. Because I never wanted you to be dragged into the gang life." Namjoon's deep voice filled the room and it was silent.
Suddenly Seungkwan jumped up from his seat, looking angry at Namjoon. "Good intentions? You wanted us to keep out of all this shit, and then why the hell did you brought Jimin into this, huh? I mean he is even younger than us…" Seungkwan was breathing uneven, looking stern at the leader.

"It was my decision to join them. Namjoon-hyung would pay for my tuition, so that I would be able to study medicine. And once I am finished, I would be their doctor…that was the original plan. But life never plays that way." Seungkwan sat down again eyes still full of disbelief.
"Who was that guy that attacked Hoshi…it looked like you knew him?" Chan was now the one to speak. And Jimin told them, about his parents, about the gang and how Taemin had tried to kill him the day of his parents accident. He told them everything.