Tattoo Namkook

Chapter 7

December 1st

I opened my eyes slowly processing everything that just happened. I saw a nurse and called out to her. "M-mam I-I need to know the date and what happened." She nodded. "It's December 1st." My eyes widened. "You got hit by a car and a friend of yours helped you."

Her voice started to disappear as I remembered everything that happened. A tear rolled down my cheek. "S-sir are you okay?" I wiped away my tear and nodded. "Well I'll go tell the others your awake and get you your wheelchair." "My wheel chair? Did you cut off my legs!?" She chuckled. "No you broke your bone and your legs are weak." I sighed. "Thankyou." She smiled and walked out of the room. I fiddled with my hands. "Why am I still alive?" I looked at the window to see snowflakes falling to the ground. The door opened and the same nurse came in with a doctor.

"I'm doctor pae and I'll be checking up on you everyday and telling you important stuff." I nodded. "Your legs are okay aside from the fragile ness and broken bone. You'll probably be walking and running in a month or two." I nodded. He put my wheelchair by the bed. "Rap your arm around my should do I can get you into the chair please." I nodded and put my arm around his shoulders. He held my hand and put me into the wheelchair. "Thank you." He nodded. "Don't hesitate to talk to the doctors or nurses if you need something." Just before he left he turned around. "You can explore the building if you want just be careful." I nodded. He waved and left. I looked out the window. "I guess I've been sleeping for a while now.."

I sighed and made my way to the door. I made my down the hallway quickly as the memories came back. To meeting Namjoon all the way to the end. I went faster hoping to die. I stopped as I saw 6 people's feet. I looked up to see namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, jimin, Hoseok. Standing there. I backed up looking into namjoons eyes feeling hurt. "Jungkook-" "no! You hurt me Namjoon! I thought we Where friends!?" Tears started streaming down my face. He grabbed my shoulders and kneeled infront of me. "I know I messed up..but please forgive me." "You knew about my parents! And you still sent me home anyway!" I wiped my tears away even though I still cried. "There's so much you don't know.."

"What do I not know?" He sighed. "Can we not talk about This out loud?" I nodded. He got behind my wheelchair and pushed me to a bathroom. He locked the door and turned around to face me. "Me and the others are hitmen." My eyes widened. "Y-you kill people!?!?" He nodded. "We kill bad people or do requests like returning people home. And I was out in a easy mission and looked through the files and saw you in them." "Why couldn't you just keep me?" "Because are boss would kill us if we didn't listen to any orders." I feel so stupid..

"We're gonna fine away to kill your dad-" "no..." "what?" "No." Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not?" I sighed. "Because it's my dad." Namjoon sighed. "What do you want me to do then? Send you home again?" I shook my head. "No I want you to stop." I crossed my arms. "Jungkook I-I can't just quit like that." I unfolded my arms. "Why not?" He sighed again. "Because life doesn't work like that." I pouted. He kneeled down infront of me. "Please just trust me." I looked at namjoon. "Fine..." he smiled. "Thankyou." I nodded. We got out and the others stared at us. "What happened?" Hoseok asked. "We talked." They nodded. "Yeah sure you did." He chuckled.

"I'm gonna take Jungkook home if it's possible and get him back to normal again." They nodded again. "Is this what you want?" I nodded. "Alright take him home will tell a doctor that Jungkook went home." He nodded and took my wheel chair and pushed me to an elevator. We got in and I grabbed namjoons hand. He looked at me confused. "I-I'm scared of elevators." He nodded. "How old are you?" I thought to myself trying to remember. "16 or 17" he nodded. "What about you?" "I'm 24." Okay then...he's older than me.

"Are you even allowed to just take me out of the hospital like that?" Namjoon chuckled. "No but I don't care." I nodded. "But what if you go to jail?" The elevator doors opened. "I won't." He pushed my wheel chair and walked out of the hospital. "You should've just pretended you couldn't find me..." he didn't say anything and continued walking. I stopped my wheel chair. "Why didn't you keep me?" I looked up at him. "Because I didn't know what to do."

I saw his car and started pushing my wheels to get to it. I stopped at the passenger door. Namjoon opened the door and picked me up. I held onto him like a scaredy cat. He put me in my seat and did my seatbelt for me. "You didn't have to do the seatbelt Namjoon." He nodded. "But I wanted to." He smiled and got into they other side. "What about your friends?" I asked. "They brought their own cars." He started driving and I drifted off to sleep.

My dad hit me and punched me over and over again. "You are a disgrace!" I sobbed. "P-please Stop!?" He laughed evilly. "No! Not until you die! I'll always haunt you till your dead! You can't escape me!" He grabbed my neck and squeezed it. I choked as I tried to get his hands off of me. I cried for help but it was to quiet.

I woke up on namjoons bed. I saw him drawing another tattoo on paper. I tried to move my legs but they only moved for two seconds. "Your awake." I nodded. "Yeah.." "do you need anything?" I thought to myself. "I need to use the bathroom." He nodded and got up. "I'll be back." He walked out and I sat in bed depressed. He came back with my wheel chair and gestured for me to grab him. I hugged him as he put me into the chair. "Thank you." He nodded. "You remember where the bathroom is?" I nodded. "Good." I made my way to the kitchen and looked around for something.

I saw a knife and grabbed it.
Hurry up and do it!
Your mother will finally be happy
Kill yourself!
No one likes you or cares about you!

I felt teardrops fall down my cheeks. "No stop.." the voices continued to tell me to kill myself. "Fine!" I quickly put the knife on my wrist and with one quick motion I cut myself as blood went everywhere. "It's not enough!" The voices spoke for me filling my head with self hatred. I put the knife deeper in my skin and dragged it across holding back my screams. "I need to die!" I lifted the knife up to stab myself. Before I could stab myself a firm grip was placed on the knife. "Stop."