Sanity

46: It Was Only A Couple Bullets...?

Jimin POV

"Look Jungkook! I'm fine! Let me get up and do something with my life rather than being stuck in here."

"You have 6 broken ribs! You can barely walk properly! You've been drained of so much blood your brain reacts slower and you can't even eat properly because it hurts you to move! Do you really think I'll let you move around?!"

"You can't just control me like your my mother! Let me do what I feel like since I haven't been able to for a really long time!"

"No Jimin. That's final. I'll lock you in here until you've healed if I have to."

I pouted and cross my arms only to whine in pain afterwards. Jungkook snapped his head towards me when I did that and I just tried sitting straight again.

"I haven't broken bones since like 8 years ago, I really didn't miss the feeling." I sighed in annoyance at the slight shifts in my ribs every time I breathed too hard.

The other boys walked into the room every now and then to check up on my horrid state but I didn't really care.

I just wanted out of here.

"Jimin?" I nodded towards Jungkook who was working away on his desk... and I couldn't see his plans. "What happened between you and Zico that night that made you want to leave the FBI so bad?"

"It's nothing. I was just sick of it, that's all." I lied so easily. "Why?"

"Because I kept thinking about it for a while now. Do you need me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay. But why do you suddenly care so much?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, you've assigned snippers against me multiple, indirectly tortured me, and a bunch of other shit I could go on about. But now, I'm right where you need me and suddenly you can't stop worrying over every last detail of my state. I'm just curious that's all."

"Jimin... you'll know why that all happened soon enough. Now rest up, I'm treating you later and I'll need your energy for it."

I nodded before slowly lowering myself, failing along the way. I wouldn't admit that I was too weak- I can't do that whole, asking for help bullshit. But as I was trying to not harm myself more, Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist and lowered me down to lay, delicately. Before going back to do his work, he kissed me slowly on the lips and whispered a soft goodnight.

Time Skip: 6 Hours Later

I woke up to see I was in the room alone. My body was feeling a little stronger so I managed to stand up with my phone. I limped over to his desk and began to glance over the blueprints of many devices and buildings.

Bomb plans...?

Hurrying, I shuffled through the papers taking pictures of the plans along the way, and found a hit list.

With the presidents name on it...?

What the hell is he planning?!

Many other recognizable names were there, including CEOs, company founders/owners, innocents, and more.

"What the fuck does he have going on here...?" I whispered to myself as I stared at everything in fear.

I did want to leave the FBI but it's not an option to stay here anymore.

A cough with blood coming up escaped my lips and I felt extremely dizzy so suddenly.

I rushed to the bathroom, locking the door shut as tears ran down my face.

As I managed to stand up again, I saw that the wounds on my face and neck had all reopened and that the stitches weren't lasting very long. Blood trickled down my face and mixed with the tears. My back was covered with blood from... fresh bullets?

Who shot me?!

My hands dug into he counter as a breather heavily. The pain was spreading through my body again and I felt my sickness that died down before returning. "Come on Jimin..." I whispered before controlling my breathing and standing normally again. I rewrapped the wounds that opened again before walking back out to the room and outside of it.

Ignoring the stares from passing people, I went to Daehyun's room and checked of anyone was in there.

Shit... Jungkook and Namjoon with Daehyun.

"Jimin? What are you doing walking around?"

"I felt better and didn't want to stay in a stuffy room for so long."

"Wait... did your wounds reopen? Your head and neck is bleeding again..." Daehyun pointed out and I stiffened at his note.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get them restitched now anyways... wanna come with me?" I asked Daehyun, hoping he'd say yes.

"I'll meet you downstairs hyung! Appa Just had to tell me something..." I nodded before leaving the room, cursing as I did.

How the hell am I supposed to save Daehyun when Jungkook surrounds him 25/8?

Slowly limping downstairs to Jin and Yoongi, I suddenly tasted the blood from a wound... again?

This hasn't happened twice so soon before...

As soon as the duo saw me, they immediately tried closing my wounds as I felt more and more dizziness take over.

"Jimin... were you hurt before the whole Zico thing happened?" I couldn't respond as the pain spreading in my body was doubling.

"What's happening to him?!" I recognized Jungkook's voice.

With my last bit of strength, I removed my shirt and turned around.

"You- missed a couple bullets..." I whispered weakly before the entire world went black.