Rushing into the hospital room, Jimin sees Seokjin sitting up, complaining about the tv channels.
"Seokjin? A-are you okay?" Seokjin looks at him and smiles.
"I'm fine, Chim. Just a graze." Jimin sighs in relief as he plops into a chair.
"When they called me, they made it sound like you were dying." Seokjin chuckles.
"They're so dramatic. I just got some stitches. Those fucking clowns ruined my beautiful body." Jimin rolls his eyes, finally confirming that Seokjin was perfectly fine.
"So what happened? Are you sure it was the clowns?" Seokjin sighs.
"It was so dark there...but I swear it was them. I could feel it. They've been hurting our men for days. How could it not be them?" Jimin bites him bottom lip when he thinks about what Jungkook said. He had gotten angry with the younger for no reason.
"Damn it, Jin. You said you wouldn't get hurt."
"Yeah...that was four years ago when I was a rookie." Seokjin says, with a chuckle. Jimin gives him a look.
"Jin...you promised. That still counts." Seokjin grabs onto his brother's hand and gives it a light squeeze.
"Okay. I promise that I won't get hurt again. Worrying will give you grey hair." Jimin hits him before laughing with him.
"Thanks."
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"Your minions didn't do this..." Jimin says during the session. Jungkook smiles.
"What are you talking about, Dr. P?"
"Seokjin. Your men didn't hurt him." Jungkook could only chuckle.
"Why would they, Dr. P? They don't move without Mr. J's orders." Jimin sighs.
"I shouldn't have treated you like that. I'm sorry." He admits. Jungkook lays back on the settee and closes his eyes.
"No problems babe. Now, shall we get started?" Jimin smiles before he takes a few notes in his notepad for his evaluation.
"You said that your minions always follow your orders. It seems you have a lot of power in your hands, Jungkook."
"Why thank you, babe. I mean who would be able to disobey daddy's orders? I'm quite the charmer." Jimin swallows the nervous lump in his throat before licking his lips. He knows that Jungkook catches it but ignores it.
"You're influence is strong. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous." Jimin admits. Jungkook smiles.
"With a face like yours, you'd have as much influence if you'd step out of your brother's shadow." Jimin frowns at the response.
"Excuse me?"
"I can read you, babe. You put on a fake personality to mirror that fucker's and you stand below him like a dog. When are you gonna let go of who he wants you be and be who you want to be?" Jimin looks down at his notebook, closing it.
"It's not like that. Jin has made me better. I used to hurt people, use them. I ran wild and I was broken, mentally. He helped me." Jungkook laughs loudly.
"Did he? Who says the person who were before wasn't better? Do you not see him in your behavior? I can see that you always ask of SeokJin would approve before you make decisions. You're living your life according to Seokjin's standards." Jungkook stands. He leans across the desk and gets close until he and Jimin's faces are centimeters apart.
"W-we...we should just continue the evaluation." Jimin gets out nervously. Jungkook shrugs before plopping down onto the settee.
"Alright. Whatever you want, babe." Jimin opens up his notebook again and a past conversation comes to mind.
