SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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"Shin So-hee, is that right?"

"Yup." 

"How exactly did you get this.. scar?" Hoseok inquired, inspecting the rather large, jagged knife wounds on 'Sohee's' arm. To him, it was a miracle that he was even conscious.

"I was trying to fuck a dude and he pulled a quick one on me." Came the sarcastic response, followed in quick panic by, "I was cutting a pineapple- okay? I'm not good at these culinary things." And rolled his eyes at the young doctor in front of him.

The male raised an eyebrow in return, clearly not believing him. He sighed, pushing his spectacles up to stare at the wound further. It was profound and almost bigger than the size of his hand. And it was still bleeding. Adrenaline, he thought, is what is keeping him upright. 

"What type of knife was it, exactly?"

"A plastic knife."

"Well, no wonder." Another sickly sarcastic comment, this time from the doctor as he arched his eyebrows even further. A silence filled the room and Hoseok cleared his throat, "Right. Well, I've seen 'normal kitchen knife' cuts and I can say by experience they don't look like this."

Yoongi eyed the doctor in suspicion; in doing so his eyes caught the time on the clock on the wall and he coughed. "So aren't you gonna do your job and give me a cream or something to.. fix my arm, Dr..?"

"Jung. Well, judging by the condition of the wound, I think we'll have to stitch it up."

"What? It's just a bloody knife cut."

"You got the bloody part right. I would hope you realised that something this deep would not be able to heal after just applying cream? Unless, of course, you have miraculously created such condiment, which I highly doubt as you have clearly never taken medical school." Dr.Jung shot.

"I don't have time to get stitches," Yoongi muttered, looking away in irritation. The doctor was a good-looking guy- but his scornful nature remained resolute. Hoseok reminded him of... himself. 

He didn't like that.

"Alright, I'll be right back. Don't touch anything, especially not that." The young docter jut his chin towards the gaping cut, disbelief swimming in his eyes.

"Don't treat me like a child."  
Humming in response, the elder watched the young doctor leave the room. He looked around at the medical room he was currently in. It wasn't really that- more an office, if anything.

Several minutes passed and Hoseok finally re-appeared with a needle, a clear thread, white bandages and a little bottle.
"Alright, we have to give you some anaesthet-"

"No." Yoongi cut in sharply. Anaesthetic made people woozy. Woozy meant saying the wrong stuff to the wrong people. 

"Why ever not?"

"I don't wanna sleep. I have places to be."

"It's not the type to put you to sleep. It will just numb the pain."
Dr. Jung directed him to a table on which he lay his injured arm. In two swift movements, the doctor fixed a syringe on and injected a clear substance into Yoongi's arm. The man grit his teeth as he did it 3 more times. 

"Alright. Can you feel this?" Hoseok prodded gently at the sides of his arms. He shook his head in response, and the doctor nodded.

With that, the pre-made needle and thread began to be weaved into his skin.

Yoongi's poker face cracked after the first stab. It didn't hurt but there was a dull pain that came back every time the needle was darted into the swollen, pink flesh. 

What felt like an eternity later, the man finally finished and secured it with a clean, white bandage. Hoseok got up and walked to his laptop, his fingertips practically glazing over the keyboard before turning back to his patient.

"Alright you'll have to check in every two days to freshen your bandages so that they don't infect your arm." He stamped a small sheet of green paper and turned to present it back to Yoongi- but he had already left.

Baffled, he scoffed before pinching at his temples in irritation, wondering why he ever became a doctor. With his door wide open, he ran out and yelled the aforementioned name, ignoring confused glances at his way

Eyes scanning the area, he could barely see the noisette under all the other dull coloured hairs. It was only by his bright-white blazer coat that the doctor was able to spot him. 

Nearing the exit, Yoongi was already a fair distance away from him. Although sporting short legs, he had managed to get the doctor puffing for breath with each hastened step he took.  He'd already made it outside and the doctor moved faster in hopes of catching up with him, but Yoongi darted into a sleek, black car.

Confused, Hoseok followed tentatively, still clutching the newly printed medical paper in his hand, knuckles turning white with stress. The engine screeched, a forewarning that it was going to pull out. In the spur of the moment, Hoseok pulled open the car door, flinging himself into the backseat as the car went at an impossible speed, almost breaking him in half.

"Stop the car for one se-"

Suddenly he heard a loud, "Jin, wait-" and a sharp sting on his leg- it was a dagger, piercing through his lower thigh.

He gasped at the sting, each breath somehow amplifying the lightning-like bolts shooting up his leg.
His peripheral vision started going foggy, then blackened as seconds passed. "W-why am I passing.. out?" he asked groggily, body heavy.

The last thing he heard was swearing and angry foreign words that he couldn't make out. They sounded familiar, but with his head swimming barely above conscience, Yoongi could've been barking for all he could understand. It seemed all his senses were slowly giving out, and suddenly he was left with only a sliver of vision.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him up as though he weighed next to nothing.

"Why did you follow me?" Yoongi asked tutting as Hoseok's head lay limp on his lap.
"I... I was trying to give you a slip.." Hoseok responded faintly, mustering all his strength to point at the paper that had floated onto the car floor. The other took it in his fingers, reading it slowly before sighing.

"I guess it's my turn to play doctor, huh, sweetheart?" 

Hoseok had fainted in the arms of a gang leader.