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I couldn't judge the morality of my actions at this point, I couldn't set a judgement of righteousness to my doing as Namjoon had his men breaking into a clinic.

I watched Suga helping Jungkook inside the building as the man with the gun was focused on the alarm trying to stop it before the police anticipated any trouble in the neighbourhood, it took him a minute before the alarm was off.

I wasted no time searching for the equipment I needed it to help the boy, I was running between the rooms trying to find antiseptic and sterilised tools that I could use.

I had everything I need to be wrapped in clean paper on a tray along with a box full of gloves, I held the tray as I went to the operation room when I looked at the man who was handling the gun: "I need you to wash your hands so well, and put some of these gloves on. You are helping me with him."

"I'll do that!" Suga said almost defensively. I know they were worried about their friend but for Suga, it was different I could see his unexplainable attachment to Jungkook.

"Suga it's fine." Namjoon said when the other protested: "It's not fine. I was supposed to be me! It's my fault-..."

"Suga! Get your mess together! Do you understand?! You can't breakdown it's not like you have that luxury of a choice. I need you somewhere else!" Namjoon shook him violently before the smaller fell on the floor not fighting Namjoon back.

"Remember why you here, you were handling your responsibility and so he was. You can't blame yourself if he gets hurt. It's on me! Do you understand? It's my job to look out for you and he got hurt because I wasn't watching your backs, so don't dare to put it all to yourself. Got it?!"

Suga slightly nodded, I didn't know what was going on and I was dying for explanations, something that I intended to murder Namjoon later to have.

I wasn't naïve, I knew how to put things together. I know what happened to Jungkook tonight was due to a gang-related business, it wasn't unheard of especially for someone like me. I always knew Namjoon lived in this part of Seoul where the streets were territories of different gang leaders. I knew these thugs fight and they pull guns on full blast not fearing the police, I know they terrorised neighbourhood for steady income. I know people lose their lives and no one has to be behind the bars for it. It was the injustice in full form but there's no one doing anything to stop it. I know that because I had witnessed part of it happened right before my eyes.

I had to focus on what I'm about to do. Even if the boy who’d been shot was a criminal or a thug, or whatever, he was still an injured party. And to a doctor, the only thing that mattered was the injury and not the person it belonged to.

"Hoseok, help the doctor," Namjoon ordered as I put my gloves on, the one who was there earlier in my flat took his mask off. He walked toward the sink and started to wash his hands. Namjoon left the room along with Suga when his phone rang. I took a pair of scissors and started to cut the fabric off Jungkook's t-shirt revealing his wound, I felt better seeing that he wasn't bleeding as bad as before, it was a good sign.

"Hoseok, right?" He nodded as I asked: "See that surgical tray over there with the pink tarp? Bring it over, but be careful not to touch anything but the side handles. I need to inspect the wound and clean it up before I can pack it and seal it.”

"Okay."

I could feel the warmth of Jungkook blood against the gloves, I felt his movement as a result of pain sensation: "Jungkook you gonna be alright. I'm a doctor and I'm going to take good care of you." I spoke confidentially despite the shaking I was worried about in my hands. His eyes were barely open, I was worried he was getting into a shock.