Sanity

44: Bye Zico

Jimin POV

The drive was silent as my hands began to bleed from trying to escape the cuffs. I tried to sit away from him but he continued pulling me close as he could.

Until we were basically hip to hip... and I felt blood?

I wasn't hit anywhere in the waist...

"Jungkook? Have you been stabbed?"  I asked quickly.

On cue, he began coughing and I sat up. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it off, I gasped at the wound that seemed to continue worsening.

"It's nothing too much. I'll get fixed up when we reach wherever we need to be." I looked at his face and saw the cold sweat and pain in his eyes. His skin turning paler than usual.

As the car had light in it, I managed to rip off some of my clothes and wrap his waist around the wound. To reduce the bleeding I managed to find a sedative and poured out the contents. The empty syringe was now used to control the bleeding by stopping it from escaping. Jungkook grunted in pain as I found a first aid kit and began to stitch up the wound.

"It'll only hold for a couple hours but once you get wherever you need to be, go find someone to actually close the wound." I explained as I used some of my shirt around the wound and the rest around his body to keep him from getting cold.

He smiled at me in admiration and I ignored the look, glancing out the window instead.

Time Skip: 1 Hour Later

We got out of the car, still handcuffed and I growled knowing that this is the one place no one in the FBI could find... and it's in the middle of a fucking neighbourhood?

Great... now, I feel even dumber.

As the doors opened, I kept an annoyed expression and was dragged forward by Jungkook through the house full of cult members and trainers.

While walking, Jungkook intertwined our hands and undid the handcuffs. He massaged at my wrists softly to reduce the pain.

He took me up to some room, I assumed was his... and basically almost passed out along the way. We entered the room and he immediately called Yoongi and Jin upstairs.

Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok weren't at the fight... and I was too stupid to realize who I had told the plan to.

Felix.

That's why they weren't there.

"Why didn't you tell us you where stabbed when we first got here?!"

"Because I had some stuff to do. Jimin stitched it up with some material we had but it isn't going to last. Can you reopen and restitch them?"

They both nodded and went to grab their supplies while I sat down on the desk, glancing at the text from Taeyong.

Jimin... please help... I don't have much time leftover

He's going to kill so many people soon... you need to hurry...

My blood was running cold and I knew Jungkook could see it. Nonetheless, I put the phone down and looked up at him.

"What happened that you suddenly look so scared?" He instigated.

"Nothing... I'll tell you later." I mumbled as the other two walked in beginning to work through Jungkook's wound.

They both glanced up at me often as Jungkook was just simply laying down, trying to withstand the pain. I wouldn't look back because I didn't like the weird, unwanted feelings I get when I look at them.