“Son of a bitch.” Bobby groaned while rubbing the nape of his neck. “Fuck.” The sight of Chaeyoung didn’t look pretty, a small open wound on his forehead and small shards of glass pricking his face. Reality hit him as sirens from the distance freed him from the moment of failure. He put the strap over his shoulder, limping away from the scene.
Mina’s villa
Sooae draped her arms over Jimin’s shoulder, leaving pecks on his exposed neck. “We need to do this more often.” Jimin nudged her weight off as he stood up. Their secret rendezvous has lasted for a while. Ever since Sooae set eyes on Park Jimin, she had to make him putty in her hands. “I need to wash up before I go back.” The light from the bedroom illuminated a black figure on the staircase. Jimin carefully treated himself closer before gasping. “Mina!?” The small trail of blood indicated she tried to go upstairs before her body gave up. He rushed back to the bedroom, throwing Someone's clothes at her. “You need to leave! S-someone stabbed Mina, there's an ambulance already here.”
“What?” Sooae scoffed, she didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth until she saw the blood on his hand. “What happened?! Why is she here!? Who did that!?”
“I don’t know!” Jimin yelled, he too was asking himself the same questions. “You can hide here, and when the ambulance leaves, you can call a taxi.” He pushed her to the closet. “I will call Kitano, but for now stay hidden.” He went back to Mina, laying her head on his lap. The paramedics swung the door open, already placing her on the stretcher. “Excuse me, how is her condition?”
“She lost too much blood. She’ll need to have surgery as soon as we get to the hospital. You called us, right?” Jimin nodded. “I’m her fiance. I’ll follow behind in my car.” The keys slipped from his shaky hands as he tried to open the car door. Too many unanswered questions were racing through his mind, he couldn’t make up lies fast enough.
The walkie-talkie beeped. “There’s a car accident located on the main road of Pyeongchang-dang district. Over.” The paramedic looked up at the driver, nodding. “We have enough room for two, if the victim is ready for a pick-up and go. Over.” They were given a go-ahead. He pushed onto Mina’s wound. “What a coincidence.”
Meanwhile, Sooae tried her best to not touch anything in the house as she left. She knows the police will investigate the scene. Her phone vibrated as she got in the cab. "What? Mina got stabbed?" She fake-panicked. "Okay, I'm coming, honey."
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Seoul’s hospital
The doctors divided into two teams and tended to the two as soon as they arrived. A nurse read off the clip-board jogging next to Mina's stretcher. “Patient’s name is Myoui Mina. Blood type A. She was stabbed in the abdomen. Paramedics believe the wound is three inches deep.”
“Roger that.” The doctor replied. “And what about him?” He asked, pointing to Chaeyoung.
“Car accident a few blocks away from Ms. Myoui’s incident. His condition is stable, he’ll need a couple of stitches.” The nurse stopped Jimin from entering the ER. “You aren’t allowed from here, sir.” He tried pushing the nurse to the side. “I’m her fiance!” The doors closed, locking both out. “Sir, you need to calm down. Ms. Myoui will undergo surgery as of now. She will be fine, don’t worry. You can take care of the paperwork and wait outside.” Jimin nodded, playing with his thumbs. He didn’t know how to explain this to Kitano.
The doctor opened Chaeyoung’s eyelids, shining light until his pupils constricted. “He only suffered a minor concussion and injury. The paramedics said he was involved in a car accident?” The nurse nodded. “That’s weird, why is there blood on his right hand? The trail of blood from his wound stopped at his neck. Do you have his file Ms.Oh?” She nodded again. “Test the blood type that’s on his hand. I want to see something.” The nurse immediately complied with his order, taking a sample from his hand.
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The Cursed Night [ MICHAENG ]
Fanfiction"The beauty of love is that, you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time." -Ritu Ghatourey