The Busan Boys

Chapter 17

"Yoongi hyung you're bleeding."

"Yeah, no shit."

Taehyung rolled his eyes at the sassiness. The latter walked to a corner of the room and spat a disturbing amount of blood onto the ground.

They hadn't expected to walk into a bar. It seemed really sketchy, to be honest, the way that there were no windows, random boxes thrown about, and weird stains on the walls. Not to mention the lewd posters put up in an attempt to cover them up (Taehyung had made sure to cover Chae Yeong's eyes from the sin).

But it just had to do. They weren't going to step out any time soon considering the chaos going on outside. The nasty guttural noises could still be heard. It made Jungkook shiver.

Speaking of the younger male, even though he was the one supporting Jimin to stand up, the limp in his walk proved he was in bigger need of help.

"Jungkook! Stop, you're hurt." Jimin halted the younger. "You need to sit down."

"There's a couch over here!" Jin called from the other side. Jimin brought Jungkook over to the soft but grimy couch. He was about to sit on it but Jin put a hand in front of him.

"Why—"

The pink haired man pulled his sleeve over his hand and, with a grimace, picked up a mysterious white plastic looking thing from the cushions.

"I know that is not what I think it is. That is so disgusting who in their right mind— ugh!" Hoseok began to rant but abruptly stopped when Jin chucked it to the wall where Yoongi had been spitting up blood, making a little squelch as it hit. "Be right back, you know what, I'm just gonna throw up in the bathroom."

Jimin was debating on whether or not Jungkook should still rest on the couch but the younger apparently didn't give any shits at the moment. He flopped on his back, raising his arms to cover his face.

"Where does it hurt, Kookie?"

"I'm not hurt." Said male grunted out before turning on his side and hissing.

"Don't fucking lie. Lift up your shirt. Now."

After getting no response, the elder decided to do it himself. What he saw made his eyes widen, his hands retracting to cover his mouth.

There was a big gash on Jungkook's right side, the cut fresh and bleeding. "It's fine hyung, just a scratch, I swear." And the fact that he could just lie to his face like that when it's obvious how much pain he's in just hurts Jimin.

"Yuna!"

The petite girl whipped her head around, blinking oh so innocently as if she wasn't just trying to flirt with Taehyung again while her boyfriend was hurt on the couch.

"Go in the bathrooms and get me some napkins! And wet them!"

"Wait why?"

"Now!"

The girl almost tripped on herself as she ran to the bathroom. Jimin turned back to Jungkook to find him sweating heavily. The elder's hands danced around frantically above the younger's body, trying to find something to do to heal him. It must've been a sight for him, watching his hyung stutter while attempting to reassure him. With a small smile, Jungkook reached out and grabbed his hand gently, making him cease his fuss.

Yuna came up behind Jimin, holding out the napkins he asked for. "H-here. Is this okay? Is he okay?" He ignored her as he took the napkins and quickly dabbed at the blood surrounding Jungkook's wound.

"Agh, hyung, w-wait—"

The raven haired male's eyes flashed with worry, glancing at the athlete's nose scrunching up. He was about to stop and apologize when Yuna suddenly slipped her hand into Jungkook's. The younger looked up confused, but soon she smiled after, stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.