Engraved | Taehyung & Jungkook

Prologue: Vicissitude

My life was going pretty decently, if I did say so myself. I just got accepted into the hospital I've always wanted to work for. I had not broken my diet for almost three months. My memories of that incident a year and a bit ago was beginning to fade with time.

Then everything changed.

It was the night before my first day at my new job. I laid out my grey suit on my bed, satisfied by my ironing skill. I told myself that I would go to bed early, wake up refreshed tomorrow morning, and impress on my first day.

But suddenly, I heard an ear-shattering bang. I crouched down holding my head as my house shook with the shockwave. I only slowly stood back up after a minute of hearing nothing more.

What the hell? Was that an explosion? Why would there be an explosion in a residential area in Korea?

I went to the front of my house and opened the door to take a peek outside. The night sky was illuminated orange by a blazing fire around two streets down. Wasn't there where that Blaze's CEO's mansion was? Did the explosion take place there?

I wanted to get closer to have a look. I quickly ran back to my bedroom to grab my phone and ran back out. I was about to lock the door behind me when a sudden touch on my leg made me scream.

I cautiously turned around, and with the light from the fire, I could barely see the silhouette of a man crawling. I turned on the torch of my phone on and shined it on him.

"Aren't you Min Yoongi!?" I exclaimed after getting a clearer look at his face. I recognised him from TV. I was even more shocked by the blood all over his face and body.

"...Help," was all he managed to mutter before he grunted out of pain.

Shit shit shit. What just happened? Why was the famous CEO covered in blood in front of my house? Was he injured by the explosion? What should I do?

I decided to help him. He looked like he was in dire need of it. I wrapped his arms around myself and used all my strength to drag him into my house. I laid him on my cream-coloured couch, which was immediately dyed red. I took off his suit jacket and undid the button of his shirt, revealing a hole on the side of his stomach.

"Oh my god," I muttered when I realised it was a shot wound. "Shit, I'll do firstaid on you? Should I call the police?"

"No," Min Yoongi weakly pointed at the suit jacket on the floor. "Phone."

I found his phone in the pocket and gave it to him. He unlocked it with his thumb and only managed to whisper four words before passing out, "Call Seokjin, code jaguar."

"Seokjin? Who's Seokjin? What's code jaguar?"

It was no use asking him, of course. I took hold of Min Yoongi's phone and pressing into the contact. I scrolled down and indeed found one labelled 'Kim Seokjin'. I hurriedly pressed it and held it to my ear.

It connected after a few rings. "Yoongi?" A soft male voice said on the other side.

"Um..." I was sure exactly what to say, "Min Yoongi-"

"Who are you? Why do you have Yoongi's phone?" The guy interrupted.

"Min Yoongi is passed out on my couch right now. I have no idea what happened. He gave me his phone and told me to call you, and said something about...code jaguar?"

Seokjin paused for a bit, then said, "What happened to him?"

"I think he got shot on the stomach, I am about to carry out firstaid on him. If you can help, please hurry. He is bleeding too much."

"Where are you?"

I told him the address of my house and he said he would come quickly. I quickly got to work in trying to delay his death.

After around ten minutes my door bell rang. I quickly went to open the door, revealing a tall man with brown hair and a big bag in his hand.

"Where is Yoongi?" he asked. I stood aside and showed him the man on my couch. I saw that his expression changed and he ran to the man, kneeling down beside him. I closed the door and quickly followed.

I barely could make out what he was doing with his meticulous hands and his unorthodox ways of surgery. As he was laying out his tools on my wooden coffee table, he handed me his phone and said, "Hold this to my ear please."

I turned the phone around and pressed it on his ear. He said into the phone, "Need clean up. Blood trail." He then said my house's location into the phone. Gosh, why was my address being given out to so many strangers today?

The doctor then continued. I occasionally handed him tools when he needed it as Seokjin worked on Min Yoongi. After what seemed like hours, he was finally done. He put everything back into his large bag, including the small plastic bottle that had in the bullet he just removed from Min Yoongi.

The doctor sat on the floor, exhausted after concentrating for so long. I handed him a glass of water which he gratefully downed.

"Thank you," Seokjin said while handing the empty glass back to me. "I still haven't ask your name."

"I'm Kang Sulli," I replied. I looked at the unmoving man on my couch. "Is he going to be okay?"

Seokjin had a somber expression on his face. He muttered, "I don't know."

After cleaning the glass I decided to turn on the TV. I purposely went to the new channel. Surely it would be reporting the explosion I saw. I wasn't wrong.

The footage on the TV was the mansion that I walked past every day, but engulfed in flames. Many firemen were pumping water onto it. Looking out my window, I could tell that the fire was still raging.

A reporter stood a distance away from the mansion and said, "Breaking news: there was an explosion at the home of Blaze's CEO, Min Yoongi. So far, ten people, including guards and workers, were found dead. It is believed that more are to be found inside. The cause of death of six of them is a shot to the vital area. The two residents of this house are yet to be found. Police believe that this case is related to to the sudden skyrocket in gang crime recently. A serious investigation will be conducted."

I asked Seokjin, "Shouldn't we tell the police?"

He shook his head. "Did Yoongi say anything about that?"

"He said not to call the police."

"Then we don't call the police."

"Why?"

"Just listen to him."