This is what every single one of WonYoung and SoWon's friends see for them in the future. The grandma is actually me. I imagined myself as a grandma in the future (if I was that tall). The black is my name and my friend's name.
Taehyung P.O.V: "AH! Shit! Damn WonYoung-hyung! Can you be any more gentle?!" I yell in pain while WonYoung pours more medical liquid that burns my nostrils and my wound.
"Can you be anymore louder? Homeboy if you gonna swear, at least put some effort in trying not to scream. My 5 year old cousin is sleeping and my ass gonna get yelled at if you swear." WonYoung replies and I try and hold my breath to stop me from shouting anymore profanity.
"Hyung, where did you-ah!" I shout and look at my arm. There was blood and medical liquid being spilled on my open wound.
"You're fine. This is just hydrogen peroxide, it will clean your wound more throughly than soap and water." WonYoung reassures me.
"Anyways, where did you learn all these medical things?" I ask and WonYoung curves his lips.
"Well, I think I was about...10? Somewhere around there, and I asked my eomma if she could teach me tips on being a good doctor and other things. She told me to read the medical books she has on the shelf. Then a year ago I went with her to one of her meetings and I corrected a nurse." WonYoung says and I nod my head.
"Do you know how to do anything surgery related?" Hoseok asks while rummaging through the first aid kit.
"I can kind tie a surgical knot, I can stitch a wound, and I can kind of insert a chest tube into a body." WonYoung explains. He would make such a good doctor. Knowing all these things when you're only 16, damn!
"Are you going to sew our wounds hyung?" Jungkook asks nervously.
"And are you planning to make us do that because, I might end up cutting off someone's arm." Jimin says jokingly and WonYoung does a light chuckle.
"No no. First, I need anesthesia and some needles before we do shit that involves a surgical kit." WonYoung says finally wrapping my arm in bandages. Then, I hear the front door starting to open on its own and when it opens, it was a filipino woman about 5'9, short black hair, some of her strands are purple, and she is wearing a doctor's outfit.
"Anak, why are you still up? It's 2:00 AM and you have school tomorrow! And your friends are here!" She yells with a noticeable filipino accent in her Korean.
"Ma, school's cancelled look at this." WonYoung replies and gets out his phone and shows the screen to his eomma. She reads and she becomes shocked.
"Ay aking diyos (oh my god)!" She exclaims.
Hoseok P.O.V: After following WonYoung's medical procedures, Jimin and I finished stitching up Jungkook and all three of us went to the living room. Jimin and I sat on the longest silk couch while Jungkook sat next to Taehyung.
"It better not be another student or that wretched girl." Mrs. Choi murmurs and hugs her son tightly.
"Ma, I'm fine, but can you help me with Taehyung-ah and Jungkook-ah?" WonYoung says and unwraps Jungkook's bandage.
"Oh did I mess up? Sorry." Jimin says and puts his head down.
"No you didn't do anything wrong Jimin-ah. These things I told you to do, clean and bandage, is just a temporary fix." WonYoung reassures and I wrap my arm around Jimin and scooted closer to him. After removing the gauze, it revealed Jungkook's deep wound. Mrs. Choi cautiously grabbed his arm and examined it.
"Anak, did you clean this?" Mrs. Choi asks.
"Hindi (no). These two did." WonYoung said pointing to Jimin and I. She looked at us and smiled.
"This is really good for teens who don't know too much about the medical field. You did a good job." She compliments and Jimin and I bow our heads in appreciation.
"Why didn't you stitch this up?" Mrs. Choi asks WonYoung.
"I didn't have any anesthesia or a suture kit."
"Ahh ok. Let's stitch them up." WonYoung nods his head while his eomma gets things out of her backpack.
"Both yall can go to sleep. This will take some time since I'm doing it." WonYoung says to me and I grab Jimin's hand, walk upstairs with him, and go into WonYoung's room. Hoseok goes to the bathroom and I just stay on the bed. I take off my pants and I'm just left with boxers. I go to WonYoung's closet to see if he has anything I can wear. All I can see in the dark and in contact lenses are black shirts, his school uniform, tights, skinny jeans, hoodies, and finally something I think are Pajamas. It was a black XL t-shirt and in big white letters saying, "U got a problem? No? Then let me sleep". I take off my white button up shirt and I feel arms being wrapped around my shoulders. I blush knowing who it is and the fact that I'm not wearing a shirt.
"Mochi-ah, WonYoung-ah might murder you for wearing his clothes. Why don't you just sleep like this?" Hoseok asks and I can feel myself heat up.
"It's cold and I don't think right now would be an appropriate time." I reply and put on the shirt after removing Hoseok's hands. Unexpectedly, he picks me up bridal style, walks over to the bed, and puts me down. Is he going to? Right now? Hoseok went to the other side of the king size-bed and laid down next to me. He put his arm around my chest and another arm above my head and played with my hair for a bit until I fell asleep.
Hoseok P.O.V: I kissed Jimin's cheek and my mind started to wonder until I heard voices from the hallway.
"Do you think that Appa will be our lawyer?" It's WonYoung. Being really nosey, I listen into his conversation.
"Well, you know how he is. He won't say anything about your situation until you have solid evidence." Mrs. Choi responds.
"I have witnesses! Isn't that enough!?" WonYoung raises his voice.
"Don't raise your voice WonYoung." She replies calmly.
"Ma, she is insane, rude, a terrible mother, she almost MURDERED two people, and she bullies- no she ABUSES Hoseok-hyung." WonYoung exclaims probably really angry.
"Alam ko (i know). I knew she would do this. I called it."
"What do you mean ma?"
Mrs. Choi takes a pause and sighs. I hear footsteps come closer to the room. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep, but someone just closes the door slightly still leaving it open though.
"Hoseok's eomma and I went to the same high school. Same with SoWon's parents, your appa, and Taehyung's parents. She was just like-if I can put it kind of nicely- all of your exes. Drama queen, trouble-maker, and in general a terrible person." What? My family and my friends' family have history?
———————————————————————————
I'm not dead! I'm just busy (and kind of lazy). Sorry for being so late. T-T
YOU ARE READING
Forever and Always (JiHope)
Fanfiction[SEQUEL TO I WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL WANTED] In the middle of the trimester of sophomore year into highschool, Jimin and Hoseok are happiest they could be with their friends and supports by their sides. Although, behind the smiles of the boys and that h...
