"You're going to help me 'till you shit that shit out, understood?"
"Eat my ass and maybe you'll increase your chances of getting it sooner."
Park Jimin is a troubled teenager who steals from other people to keep himself on his own two feet. But one...
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Jimin is once again carried into the hideout and towards the infirmany where Seokjin stands, hands running down his face in defeat.
"I told you guys it wasn't safe. Why the hell would you put him in something like that? You knew exactly what was going to happen, yet you decided to go through with it anyways. He's just a teenager. Hasn't he been through enough?" the doctor tirades while walking back and forth in one spot, speaking passionately with his hands.
"What happens is my call, Jin. I can't have you questioning my judgement. You know where that leads," Jeongguk warns as he places the boy on a bed, hearing him whimper into his ear.
"Now I know you didn't just threaten to off me. Unbelieveable," he exasperates and Starling ignores him for the most part, taking a dainty look at the small incisions on the teenager's inner thighs. A small hand grips at his shoulder as he goes to push the hem of the boy's skirt up and he finds Jimin peering down at him with sad eyes.
"Get out," Jeongguk demands suddenly and Jin glowers at the back of the man's head.
"What do you mean get out? This is my infirmary," he argues and Jeongguk sighs, all the while keeping his eyes locked on the teenager's.
"Go visit Joon and see how the rest of the men are doing. That's an order. Don't disobey me," Starling reiterates and Jin crosses his arms, mustering up the courage to bite back. Yet he lets it slide just this once and does as he's told, closing the door on his way out.
It's just Jimin and Jeongguk in the infirmary now, and the teenager struggles to use his words as he looks into the mafia leader's eyes, uncertain of what they're silently trying to tell him.
"Can I take a look?" Jeongguk asks, pacifying the silence and Jimin doesn't say anything, however nods his head slowly as he stares down into his lap, timid.
The black haired man pushes Jimin's skirt up benignly, aware of his limits, and spreads the boy's legs open with ease as he analyzes the cuts left on soft skin. No words are spoken between either of them and as Jeongguk stands to retrieve something from a cabinet, Jimin finds his voice.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly and something in the air shifts. Through his peripheral vision, he can see Jeongguk approach him and the man once again crouches down in front of him.
"For what?" the man asks for clarification as he looks up at Jimin.
"It's just...I wasn't able to do it. The job. You guys had to come in and help me. It was messy and I'm sure you guys don't need that," the teenager explains as he plays with his fingers and Jeongguk stands, tucking some of his own curly hair behind his ear.
"I didn't expect you to be able to do it completely by yourself. It was a sudden test of loyalty and the fact that you tried and refused to disclose just who sent you is enough," Jeongguk says and Jimin looks up at him, his eyes forming small glares.
