The Redeemers || BTS | AU

Jimin *** 2

Jimin tapped his finger against the syringe, squinting his eyes to make sure he hadn't overstepped on the measurements, then plunged the needle into the sleeping patient's arm. The man groaned, even in his state of slumber, and Jimin grimaced at the hair flanking the man's burly arms.

The man didn't need it. Looking at the size of his potbelly, and the crisp black suit he'd come adorned in, he was well off. Jimin hated it when the hospital made him treat black-market Hounds with drugs that could be used to cure another's life, just for the sake of a few extra bucks.

But no matter what, he wouldn't be able to open his mouth in retaliation. After all, what more was he than a mere nurse?

All these corrupted fat Hounds did was ruin people's lives selling the cheap stuff, and in return get high off of medicine meant for others. People who actually needed it.

He sighed, finally pulling the needle out of the thick skin and bracing his fingers on the handle of a cart.

"Did you treat him", Doctor Sousa asked as Jimin exited the room. The doctor stroked his beard with a free hand, looking at Jimin expectantly.

Jimin dipped his gaze, "Sim Senhor". He bent down, shuffling through the medical trays layered on the cart before finding the package he was looking for.

Jimin could feel the Doctor's greedy fingers squirm, waiting for him to hand it over. Jimin held back a sigh, finally releasing his hold on the sack, and watching the doctor sift through the contents.

Jimin caught a flash of paper bills, not even surprised to see the vastness of its amount.

"Alright", the doctor glanced up to him, "Go refill the UV bags".

Jimin nodded, pushing the cart along the blank hospital corridors. He silently greeted fellow nurses running their respective errands or wheeling patients down the halls. Whenever he came across doctors, Jimin would pay extra attention to his greetings, making sure to address them formally for fear of insulting anyone.

He arrived in the cleaning room, beginning to dispose of used trays and syringes, continuing this mundane process until a glow emitting from his satchel caught his eyes. Jimin went over to the counter where his brown satchel rested, digging his fingers through its pockets before he found the rectangular device. It buzzed in his palm, and the name "Yoongi" was plastered on the screen.

Jimin brought the phone to his ear, "Yoongi? What happened is it-"

"Hey, Jimin", the other's breath came through the speakers raggedly, as if he'd just made a mile run.

Jimin's brows furrowed in worry, "Is everything alright".

"Um...I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

Jimin listened intently as Yoongi nervously rambled on about the situation he'd gotten himself into, causing Jimin to scold the older for his sudden rashness in behavior. Yet, Jimin couldn't keep the small smile from growing across his lips. It wasn't every day that someone so calm and secluded like Yoongi could also become flustered.

After ending the call, Jimin took a wheelchair with him and went to the hospital lobby to greet the cab that was pulling to the curb.

He observed Yoongi hurriedly exit the vehicle, hastily motioning to Jimin the moment their eyes met.

"She's here", he rambled nervously, lowering his voice as he said, "I didn't mean to use my powers...but I could detect the traces of alcohol in her system...and-"

"It's fine...", Jimin drawled, helping Yoongi lift the girl into the wheelchair. Dark ravenous hair fell over her face, but it was cropped short at the neck. Jimin's eyes widened as the strands brushed back to reveal her face.