Taste of Ink | j.jk & k.th (COMPLETED)

The Kid

Never leave a weapon at a crime scene. That was one thing that Jungkook knew to never do, and yet picking up the switchblade again seemed too hard for him to do. He didn't want to feel the heavy weight of the plastic handle in his palm, tacky with blood. Had there been a gutter he would have shoved it down through the grates and watched it get swept away by the pathetic little trickle of water until he never had to look at it ever again. But there was no gutter and so he forced himself to hunker down and pick it back up. He checked it over before realising that he couldn't put it in his pockets with it being so covered in blood. So he held his breath and reached over to snag a handful of Ahn's shirt, slicing a scrap free and then using it to wipe the blood off the knife and his hands. After some fiddling he managed to get the blade to slip back into the handle and so he shoved it into his bomber jacket pocket. Even after wiping his hands with the shirt scrap they still felt tacky and he could see blood caught in the grooves of his palms that he couldn't wipe free. He would need scorching hot water and maybe bleach to rid him of the coppery scent that clung to his hands.

A few feet away Jimin was still lying on the ground, on his stomach with his hands clasped around his crotch. He was vaguely aware of the fact that the boy wouldn't be able to walk after being struck by such a blow. His lower stomach would be too sore and there would be horrible swelling and bruising as a result. But the blow between the legs wasn't the only blow that he was worried about. Jimin had taken so many smacks to the ribs that one of them might just be busted and he had no clue if he had been hit by around the head. He thought about Hong and his crushed skull, about the goon that had been in ICU with concussion and swelling of the brain.

"Juh-Jimin," Jungkook said in a voice that was uneven. It sounded like he was shivering and he was, his skin was freezing cold and he could feel his teeth wanting to chatter together. "Can you muh-move right now?"

The boy didn't reply or even shift and he was aware of the fact that he was in shock. Why, he didn't know, for it wasn't like he had killed a man. Yet Jimin was just lying there with his hair messily spread across the floor just an inch or so away from the puddle of vomit and he wasn't moving or speaking. Was it shock or had he maybe suffered a hard enough hit to the head? Not too far from him he could see his bag lying on the floor. One of the straps had been torn free and the material had been slashed so that the envelopes of cash and maybe even drugs were on show.

"Jimin?" Jungkook asked again, more urgent than the first. His voice was edging close to a shout and he was pretty sure that he might just start shouting if he didn't get away from the body lying on the floor beside him. He didn't know if Ahn was dead or not for he wasn't moving but there was a steady pool of blood spreading out and soaking into his clothes. He had felt warm to the touch when he had grabbed hold of his shirt but in an hour or two he would start cooling to the current air temperature and when night finally fell he would turn cold. "Jimin I nuh-need you to talk to me muh-man."

"I...I dunno," Jimin said in a croaky voice. "I dunno if I can move, Kookie."

"Just tuh-try for me, Jimin. Puh-please?"

For a moment the boy didn't do anything more than stare at him from his one open eye and then he slowly rolled onto his side. As he did he groaned and Jungkook saw him tightening his hold on his aching crotch. After a momentary struggle he managed to sit up and he let out more deep groans as he did, wincing and scrunching his face up.

"What...what the fuck happened?" Jimin repeated the question, almost as if he would give him a better answer than the last. But Jungkook was pretty certain that he wouldn't be able to for his mind was racing and he couldn't seem to think.

"I told you I heard...something in the alley and I was skating past so I thought I'd check it out," Jungkook explained as he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. He found that closing his eyes and not looking at Ahn or Jimin's battered face really helped him. "This neighbourhood is...is prime Sam Yong Pa dealer territory so I thought that it might be trouble. But then I heard...heard something that sounded like your voice and I ran down the alley and it was you...you and two guh-goons. Shit Jimin, I saw that tattoo on that guy's head. It was a duh-dragon man, a fucking dragon. I just stabbed one of my guys a hundred fuh-fucking times."