His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 21

Hoseok sighs in exasperation, "I get that you're tough, alright, we all believe you. Now take your shirt off and sit down so I can clean and bandage you up."

The mint-haired boy snorts, "Eager to get my shirt off, aren't you, Red?  I can't say I'm not interested, but are you sure your boyfriend wants to watch? Of course, I wouldn't mind him joining in either."

The red-haired man looks wide-eyed at the older, voice rising as he stutters, "I-I'm not...Thats NOT why I want your shirt off! Jungkook ordered us to bandage your injury, so that's what I'm gonna do."

Suga rolls his eyes, "Jeon may be your boss, but he's not mine. But it doesn't matter, there's no need, I'm fine." Just show me where I'm staying."

Jimin's voice is sharp, his hands on his waist as he scowls at the older man. "Do you want to risk slowing yourself down if your injury doesn't heal right? It could get infected or something, and then you won't be at your best when Tae- I mean, V, needs you!"

The stone faced older shoots an icy glare at the younger, a look that had made lesser men cry, but Jimin just glares back, refusing to back down. Jaw ticking in annoyance, Suga reluctantly sits on the small bed, tugging his torn and bloody shirt over his head in a quick movement. The sight of his ivory skin and toned chest makes Jimin glance quickly away. Seeing the younger boy's embarrassment, the injured man grins, "Your face is turning the same shade as your hair Pinkie.". Jimin scowls at the older, "I've told you, don't call me that. My name is Jimin."

The mint haired boy shrugs, "I like Pinkie better."

Hoseok eyes the bullet wound, glad to see that Suga was right about it passing straight through. And it's not bleeding anymore, which was a relief. Realizing he's going to need to touch the older's bare torso, he clears his throat, avoiding looking at the older's face, "Ok, I'm gonna clean the area now. I'm sorry, it's probably going to hurt a bit."

Suga nods, "Just hurry it up Red, I wanna sleep."

Glaring, the other boy begins cleaning the torn skin, "Why do you insist on calling us those names when we've already asked you to stop? My name is Hoseok, not Red."

The other man gives an amused smile, surprising the younger two with how adorable the gummy grin is, "Can't help it. You're both so cute when you're annoyed. It's fun."

The red-head freezes, his face heating up at the older man's words. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he changes the subject, "So what kind of name is Suga?"

The older chuckles, "An old boyfriend of mine said my skin was white as sugar. It just kind of stuck. The real name's Yoongi, but no one uses it, except occasionally V."

Hoseok nods, "You're lucky, you know. A few centimeters to the left, and you could've been killed."

Jimin looks at the wound that Hobi is currently bandaging. Unbidden, his eyes trace over the firm muscles of the older man's abs. 'What is wrong with me?! I love Hobi!' Swallowing, he speaks up, his voice soft,"Thank you, by the way."

Suga frowns, "For what?"

The pink haired younger looks away, "For saving Taehyung. And I don't just mean this time. I also mean when you saved him six years ago. Tae was...my best friend. And he was everyone's little brother. He's always meant a lot to us. Regardless of whether or not I approve of your therapy methods, you still saved his life. And now you got shot for him too. So, thank you."

The mint haired man clears his throat, eyes flicking away,"Um, well, yeah, you're welcome. But it's no big deal. V means a lot to me too."

Hoseok looks up, shocked to see that the cold assassin's pale skin is flushing a soft pink. A wide smile brightening his face, his voice is light as he teases the elder, "Aww, you're blushing! Are you embarrassed hyung?"