Bad At Love . KTH [Completed]

XXV

Seoyoung's POV 

The moment I regained consciousness was when a large commotion could be heard. Distant voices yelled frantically as multiple footsteps pounded on the ground. I forced my eyes open to see a tall, lean figure standing by the door. I was in my bedroom, tucked in bed. The voices continued to shout in the hall, and I caught a few words of what they were saying. 

"DO NOT LET THAT SON OF A BITCH GET AWAY!" Jin. It sounded like Jin's voice. I also recognized the person peering through a crack in the door. 

"Mmm, Hoseok?" I whispered slightly. At this, his head snaps back to look at me. Quickly, he shuts the door and rushes over to me, placing his hand to my forehead. 

"Hey, Seoyoung, how you feeling?" Thinking about it, I actually felt quite normal. The only sign of any trauma was the slight soreness in my left shoulder, where I was stabbed... Sitting up, I registered my body. No dizziness, no pain. Senses were all sharp, I was fine. 

"What happened?" But Hoseok was distracted, throwing side glances over his shoulder at the large oak doors. The hallway was now quiet, the voices and footsteps had receded. "Hoseok? What's wrong?" Again, no answer. Instead, the ringing of a phone startles me but causes Hoseok to literally jump in his seat. 

"Hello?" Whatever information that was given to him on the other side made him freeze. "Wh-what?!" He stood up so fast, that he knocks the chair over, causing it to flip over to the wall. "Where is he?... Okay, I'm on my way." Shoving his phone in his pocket, Hoseok moves to leave, not acknowledging my presence at all. He looked frantic and troubled. Before he could run away thought, I jumped out of bed and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him to a halt.

"Hoseok! What is going one?!" Biting on his lip, he stares down into my eyes with absolute worry. 

"Taehyung... He's been poisoned." His answer was the last thing I was expecting. 

"P-poisoned?! With what?!" He shakes his head, staring at his phone. 

"I-I don't know," then, something seems to occur to him. "Y-you're a doctor! Right?" I nodded. My old life seemed so distant now, so long ago. "Okay, we've got to get down to the lab now. We may be the only ones who can save him." Without another word, we sprinted through the halls and shot up in the elevator to the seventh floor. We tumbled out into what appeared to be a lab. 

Columns and columns of different chemicals and substances coated the walls, along with many different types of medical equipment, all neatly sorted in their sterile cabinets. White lab benches were stationed in a square U around the room, all clean and glistening. A glass sliding door could be seen at the side of the room, a table with machines circling the body that was laying on the table. It had been so long since I've seen an operating room. 

Bursting into the OR, we saw the panicked and grim faces of the other five of Taehyung's closest friends, staring at his body as Namjoon scribbled on a clipboard with his eyebrows furrowed with the utmost concentration. 

"Wh-what's wrong with him?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes as I surveyed Taehyung's pale face. 

"Poison. Slow, won't kill him instantly but might in the next twelve hours or so. This is new stuff, never seen before. We don't know how to cure it," Namjoon recites, still writing on his clipboard and checking different equipment. 

"His vitals?" 

"He's stable, as of now. Whatever he injected into him is only affecting his lungs, slowly killing his alveoli."

"He? Who? Who did this?!" No one could have possibly been able to get through all that security. Namjoon gives Yoongi a look. The rest also look edgy. "What?! Who?! WHO DID THIS TO HIM?!" 

"Daniel," Yoongi replied, calmly but sternly. My blood ran cold. How could he do this? Just why? 

"Wh-where is he?" I breathed, slowly feeling my breaths come in quicker. My adrenaline immediately started pumping as my hands shook with fury. "Where is that SON OF A BITCH?!" Jimin gives Jungkook a weary look. Understanding, Jungkook slowly approached me. 

"H-he's been apprehended and locked up. Don't worry, he's not going anywhere anytime soon," he assured. However, this feeling kept elevating. I've never felt this angry before. Maybe this wasn't anger. It was bloodlust. 

"Bring me to him, now. I'm gonna fucking kill him!" Before I could move, however, two strong arms wrapped me into a hug. 

"Seoyoung, Taehyung needs you right now. You need to help him find a cure-" But Yoongi cuts him off. 

"Well, there is one." At this, the entire room seems to sigh in aggravation. 

"Hyung-"

"She deserves to know all her choices," he said. 

"Where? Where is this cure?" 

"That bitch had the audacity to send me a text, saying she has a cure to the poison she made. However, if she were to save him, he would belong to her, and we would have to give him over to her, never to associate with him again," Yoongi tells me. At this, my vengeance for Daniel faded away. 

"No, I'm not letting that bitch win. I know for a fact that Taehyung would rather die than have that bitch lay her filthy hands on him," I looked at Namjoon, who had finished his check-ups. "We're better than her. We can find our own cure." 

"In just twelve hours? Is that even possible?" Jimin said apprehensively. In my own head, it sounded ridiculous but we had no choice. 

"It's possible. We'll make it happen." I would. I would make it happen. Taehyung was not gonna die.

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