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Jimin: Sepsis

Jimin's POV -

"Hyung, you said you were gonna help me!"

I keep whining as Seokjin slowly makes his way to the kitchen. I'm supposed to be making dinner tonight, but there's too many things for me to keep my eye on, so Seokjin offered to help, since he loves cooking. However, since I've started this whole shitshow, he's nowhere to be seen. It's not really like Jin to avoid his duties.

He looks tired when he comes into the kitchen. "Jimin, are you sure you can't do it by yourself? I feel too hot to do cooking. I just want to chill."

"Fine. Go then."

Seokjin whines softly. "Jimin, please don't be like that! I'll give you a hand, don't worry about it."

"I said it's fine. Don't worry."

"Jimin," he whines again, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Talk to me, Jimin."

I continue to shake him off, and keep cooking as much as I can. It's overwhelming cooking for 7 boys, and Korean dishes are known for being big and flavourful. We have two ovens for a reason. This is why I asked for help, but I'm not entertaining Seokjin being all moody with me. If he doesn't want to help, then he can just fuck off.

Seokjin leaves me alone, but he goes to the other oven, and stirs the sauce I was making to stop it from burning. I put the meat on the grill, which will finish once everything comes together, so I leave it on a low setting. Seokjin turns to watch, but he doesn't intervene. I may be struggling, but I know what I'm doing.

I pick up the chopping board, and start to cut up the peppers, to put on the grill with the beef. They smell sweet in my hands as I cut the stalks off, then chop them in half. There's all different coloured coloured ones, but I start with the yellow ones. These are my favourite.

"Be careful with that knife," Seokjin says. He stays by the stove, stirring, but his eyes are on me, watching as I chop the peppers into long strips. "That's the blunt one. It'll slip."

"I said I don't need help," I say grumpily. "I know what I'm do-"

The knife slips on the pepper, and catches straight onto my fingers. I scream, dropping the knife, cradling my bleeding fingers under my arm, screwing my face up in pain. Seokjin runs over to me, trying to grab my hand.

"Jimin, you need to let me see," he says, importance in his voice. "I need to see what damage you've done."

I slowly offer my hand out. Blood trickles from my fingers down into the palm of my hand. My fingers won't straighten, so it's hard to see the cuts. Seokjin is gentle, gently unfurling my fingers without hurting me further. There's too much blood for him to see the cuts, so he leads me over to the sink, turning the tap on to a lukewarm. I hiss as the stream touches my broken skin.

The blood washes away to show three of my fingers have been cut. Since the knife is dull, the skin has ripped, causing quite an ugly gash on my middle finger. The two next to it are much more shallow, but continue to bleed.

Seokjin gently wraps my fingers into a tea towel, and leads me out of the kitchen. I rest my hand on my shoulder to help stop the blood flow, and Seokjin pats my shoulder gently. We head to the bathroom, where the first aid it is.

Seokjin manages to wrap my index and ring finger with a plaster, but my middle finger is still gushing blood, the cut too deep. I look at Seokjin worriedly. We don't have any sort of glue to make it stop.

"We're gonna have to go to the medic, okay?" he says gently to me, wrapping my hand back into the bloody towel. "That's gonna need stitches, or glue, or something to shut it. That's a really bad cut."