Key (BTS fanfiction)

Manager

"How the hell are you completely healed?"

Yoongi says, yanking the thermometer out of my mouth.  The worst cut I received was the one on my ribs, but I know it's healed I can feel the skin has knit itself back together.  The scar may never fully disappear, But I'll take it as a symbol that I survived, that I was strong.

"I'm a wolf hybrid and your concern is that I heal fast?"

My voice is finally back, no more rasping my way through sentences.  I'm now able to walk around on my own as well, having a few pillow fights with Tae and Jeonguk in the process.  Yoongi sighs, pressing against my bandage.

"Ready?"

He says, putting his fingers against my side.  I nod, the sound of the bandage peeling off my side seems to last forever, and he gags while running to throw it into the trash.  My fingers gingerly touch my side, feeling that the bumpy raised scar underneath is still caked with blood.  Yoongi runs back with a wet cloth, brushing it against my side gently, his hand covering mine. 

"Is it healed?"

I reply with a breathy

"Yeah"

I move my hand and he sucks in a breath of air, amazed as I am.  I can't believe I healed this fast, my fever having vanished and my cold skin no longer burning up.  I stand, a slight jolt of pain coursing it's way through my body, but my legs can hold my weight as I stretch, my bones cracking all the way up my spine.  I feel like I'm alive again after being in a coma for the two weeks I've been here. 

"I'm healed."

I announce when Namjoon comes into the room, throwing his bag on the floor from dance practice.  Yoongi glances at me before muttering something about work, leaving through the same door Namjoon entered. 

"Completely healed?"

He inquired, not believing my miraculous claim to a clean bill of health.  I nod, taking Hoseok's oversized shirt and lifting it, the scar on my side now visible.

"That, that was still an open wound last night..."

"I know.  Shit I'm just as confused as you are but I honestly don't know what my body is capable of, but each of us were created with a specific strength in mind.  One of us was made to cure illness, she's immune to everything.  I was probably engineered to be a fast healer, something war soldiers would benefit from-"

I sound like a crazy person, my story one that few would believe.  Yet, here's the proof, recovery from a life threatening wound in days.  Namjoon nods, his curly black perm looking flat today. 

"Okay, since you're healed, we need to talk.  You can't stay here rent free, even though Taehyung would love it, so."

He says, coming and standing in front of me, arms folded against his chest.

"what's your next move wolf girl?"

"M-my next move?"

I stammer, his invasion of my personal space throwing me off guard. He quirks a brow, the silence extending between us like an unpaid debt. Then I realize, he is thinking of this as an unpaid debt, my staying here rent free.

"I don't have anything to pay you with, my money was all spent before you found me in the streets."

"That jacket you were wearing was designer, at least ten thousand dollars."

He counters, and I glance over to Seek's worn out jacket sitting in the corner. Last time we parted ways she gave it to me, forcing me to swear I'd return it next time we met.

"It was stolen, neither me nor the person who lent it to me could afford such a pricey item Namjoon."

He rolls his eyes and I cower, my lack of an honorific seems to be offensive to him. Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing.

"Look I'm not trying to say we're going to put you out on the streets because we aren't. None of us could even think of it. But you and I both know you can't just live here rent free, and our manager will find out eventually."

I nod, tears brimming in my eyes. I'll miss waking up to Taehyung's babbling or Jungkook's cuddles, I'll miss Yoongi's cold attitude and silent concern, I'll miss Jin's poor cooking, I'll miss Hoseok's quiet reassurance that everything will be alright, I'll miss Namjoon's hour long explanations of higher algebra.

"I know you probably don't want to have to stay here, but, if you'd think about it, we have something to ask you. Everyone agreed I was the one whom they wanted to ask."

Namjoon seems nervous, but quite happy with what he's about to propose. I'm already planning where to go next, somewhere else to hide from the rain.

"Noona, would you consider becoming our manager?"

Any sherlocks out there now know what era we're talking about. 

~Ren