Delivery Boy (YOONMIN)

Eye of the monster chpt77

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His foot steps kept increasing as he raced down the hall way, avoiding the various bodies dressed in white and the yells that came from on- seekers.

Orange hair fanned out at the peak of his sweaty brow, pale face flushed red and palms sweating as he proceeded forward. His destination was only seconds away. "Room 509" he repeated the designated room to reassure himself.

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Hoseok carefully turned the knob, he kept quiet as he inched his way inside the room. The small beeping of the machines added to the soft snores of his agent. Blanketed in white sheets laid the young man. His boyish features reflecting on his innocent face in his slumber. With his eyes shut and his breath light, he had his hand enclosed into Jin's while the elder loomed over him, his other hand stroking his head like a mother trying to sooth her tearful child. Hobi cautiously stepped forward, alerting the mother hen of his presence. Jin stopped all motion as he looked up to see his old friend.

"J-hope?"

"Jin-Hyun?"

Hearing his previous assigned code name fall from the lips of his hyung had the man's heart swelling with nostalgia. His old friend's pale complexion were untouched by time, a blessing Hobi was always envious of. Jin was still strikingly gorgeous, a stunning beauty, an elegant rose, not much had changed since their adolescence. Jin stood, rushing over to Hobi at once. Instinctively Jung face was lit with joy, arms spread outward prepared to embrace his dearest companion. Jung's face softened as the essence of the graceful angel greeted him....

With the palm of his hand.

!!!!SLAP!!!!

The motion was so swift and clean that even Hobi had no time to stop it. Stunned, Hobi grabbed at his bruised cheeks, whipping his head around to watch the glaring beauty.

"That one was for me" Jin hissed boldly.

Hobi rubbed at his tender cheek.

"How dare you show your fucking face again J-hope."

The words stung but were warranted and expected. As the pain began to resign the flamed headed man began to adjust his clothing, seemingly unfazed by his superiors reaction "I didn't come here for y--

!!!Slap!!!

"That one's for Namjoon" Jin spat with wrath.

Hoseok rubbed at his second cheek and continued "Like I was saying, I came here for.." Hobi began and Jin quickly made a move for a third assault. This time he caught his hand in mid flight, holding the delicate wrist tightly. Jin winced at the force of his grip, Hobi's face kept unfazed by the situation at hand. Like always the man handled his irritation with another smile.

"I didn't come here to act as your punching bag Jin, I came here for Jimin."

Jin snatched his wrist away "That's Seokjin to you, traitor!" he spat while nursing it against his chest. "How is Jimin?" Hoseok adding force to the question, peering around the larger male. He simply sidestepped the other, taking a quick path to the drowsy youth. "It's a miracle that he's actually resting" the other sighed in relief. Jin huffed "That's because he cried himself to sleep."

Hobi sighed, running his hands through his hair "Where is Joon-hyung?" he questioned. The nick name seemed to stir up a mixture of emotions as Jin stubbornly crossed his arms at his chest "His name is NAMJOON to you Mr. Jung" he said condescendingly.

"You two are really loud."

The slurred speech pattern had the two turning to see that little Jimin had finally awaken from his nap. Eyes still puffy and face drained with life, he managed a crooked smile "Jin Hyung...how long was I sleeping for?" he questioned. Leaving the redhead to aid to his patient, he came rushing over "You were sleeping long enough for Namjoon's surgery to be done."

With hopeful bright eyes he gazed at Jin "Can...can I go see Namjoon-hyung?...Is he...Is he himself?" he trailed off and Jin smiled softly "I think you should go see for yourself."

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Though his pace was slow, Jimin made his way towards the designated room. He gave a small knock before slowly pushing himself into the room. Sitting upwards with his hands nestled in his lap, single eye gazing aimlessly out the window, sat Kim Namjoon.

"Namjoon-Hyung"

At the mention of his name the other turned "Oh...Hello Jimin-ah, How are you?" he asked so sweetly, coral pink lips spreading along his jaw line as his single eye focused on the little prince. Jimin felt his eyes weld with tears at the mention of his name....Kim Namjoon always a gentleman first. "Jimin-ah..." Namjoon gestured the other to come forth and once the signal was given Jimin came running over to him.

"Namjoon-hyung!!"

Namjoon tightly wrapped his arms around him as he felt the other shake in his grasp. Soft tears fell on his skin and Namjoon could only smile as he ran soothing circles on his back "Hey hey,hey no more tears ok" he whispered to the little brunette. The boy pulled away, nose and cheeks tinted red as he tried to keep himself from crying. His little hands rubbed at his wet eyes and he smiled softly. "Hyung... your eye" this is when he noticed the white bandage wrapped around the man's head.

The cotton was spotted with ruby hued droplets. "Namjoon-hyung..., I'm so sorry Namjoon, this was all my fault I should of..." Namjoon grabbed the small hands to silence him. Chim shamefully looked away, disgusted at himself for leaving such a sweetman forever disabled but the gentleman's smile never faulted "Jimin-ah ...look at me" he cooed and Jimin obeyed willingly.

"This wasn't your fault" he began and Jimin shook his head "Yes it was I...!!"

"You couldn't have prevented it. Zico was going to kill you if you didn't do what he said. I did this to myself because it was the only way to give him what he wanted and to spare you and Yoongi's life" Namjoon stated.

Namjoon smirked "17.5" he said randomly. The spontanious measurement had Jimin staring at him oddly. "The icepick that Zico used was 17.5 inches, the frontal cortex of the brain is located slightly above the eye, around 3-5 inches away. From the angel it was positioned you could have damaged my frontal lobe, this would haven given me perminent brain damage. Jimin-ah, I knew how far to dig the pick into the eye socket, I also knew my eye would keep the pick from reaching my brain. I did this to save us."

Jimin smiled "You're so smart."

Namjoon smiled triumphantly "I know that already."
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imin wrapped his arms around his hyung shoulders

"I'm happy your ok hyung"

"Me to Jimin_ah"