Rich • NamJin [boyxboy] · +SLOW UPDATES+

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.Hoseok.

I was out my rounds again, my hands stuffed in my pockets and my eyes looking for anyone who was willing to buy from me.

BB stood at the opposite end of the way as we were in a subway tonight so police would be more strict here. We couldn't be caught together.

I walked around, the mask on my face and the black hoodie around my head probably making my appearance unapproachable.

There's a vibration in my pants pocket and I quickly took it out to see the notification.

Namjoon
Hyung, come to the hospital

Hoseok
Why? What's the problem?

Namjoon
Jin hasn't told us yet

Hoseok
At this time of night?

Namjoon
Yeah, he came to our houses to pick us up. It must be important. Where are you?

Hoseok
The subway, I just got back from going to the store.

I had to lie, no one knows this is my job. I see drugs to make money, only I need to know that.

Namjoon
Just hurry up and get to the hospital.

Hoseok
I'll be there as soon as I can.

I sighed and looked around. How am I supposed to get out of this? I can't, I need to make my money for the night at least. I've barely made $20.

I hummed indecisively and pulled the hood off of my head to stressfully run my hands through my hair.

I decided to stay just a little longer. At least until I've sold more of my profits.

"Hey.." A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a pale man with a hoodie. He called me over, pulling $15 out of his pocket. "Give me 3. This should cover it right?" I nodded and passed him the goods and he gave me the money, very discreetly.

I walked away while stuffing the money in my pocket. I sighed and pulled the hood back onto my head.

I was adjusting the mask on my face when I felt another buzz in my pocket. Then another. And another one. I started walking towards the exit of the train station, seeing how they were probably looking for me. I took out my phone to read as I walk.

Just as I had started to read my messages, my phone began to ring. It was Jimin.

"Hello?" I asked as I answered the call. I just heard steady beeping through the line. "What the-"

"Can you hear it hyung?" Jimin's voice was soft. "That's our Kookie." He sniffled.

"Huh?"

"Get here soon, Namjoon hyung can't stand the sight of him like this. He refuses to come in here."

"Jimin, stop joking around." I chuckled nervously.

"I wish I was joking. Do I have to show you that he's in a hospital bed being treated for pneumonia and dehydration for you to show up?" He mumbled rather harshly.

"I'm already on my way." I ended the call and started running towards the way of the hospital near Jungkook's house, skipping the bus ride.

...

I took a minute to catch my breath after running all the way to the to the hospital. A nurse on break put out his cigarette to ask if I'm okay.

"Yes. I'm fine." I responded before running my way inside. The hospital was more calm than the last time I was here.

I went up to the receptionist to ask for his room number when my arm was tugged on.

"He's this way hyung." Namjoon mumbled behind me. I took a minute to break since I didn't really when I stopped last.

When I stood back up again, he was gone. I started running again the way that he went to, looking into the rooms for Jungkook as I passed them.

Just as I was approaching the last door, a felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see. A police officer, shit.

"Are these yours, sir?" He lifted a small bag until it was eye level. They must have fell out of my coat when I was running.

I made eye contact with him without saying anything. I darted from the scene, or tried to at least.

My wrist was grabbed by the officer and was roughly pushed onto my knees, both of my hands being held up and handcuffed behind my head.

He called for backup on his shoulder talkie before he started searching my coat for more.

"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." He stated, pulling out more of the drug bags. I sighed, basically giving up on my life.

"Hyung, are you com-" Damnit. Namjoon walked in front of me, looking over the situation. "Wh-what's going on?" He quivered.

"Did you know that your friend was a drug dealer?" The police officer asked him as he continued to pull out drugs and stuff them in a larger plastic bag, probably to keep for evidence.

"I didn't. Is it true?" He asked quietly, obviously taken back by this sudden discovery.

"Yes, Namjoon. Please don't tell Jungkook about this." I begged as the police officer picked me up from my knees.

"Hyung-!" Jimin peeked out of the room. I was dragged away by the officer before I could even say anything to him and put into the back of a cop car by two officers. They both go to sit in the front seats and start the car.

I look out the window at the hospital as the car drives off. I didn't even get to see Jungkook.