𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter fifty three

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Namjoon groaned.

He slightly pushed himself up, lifting his hand up to block out the bright light. The bed's uncomfortable, all he's seeing is white, fluttering his eyes a bunch of times to see where he was. An odd reason, he has all of these wires on him.

Oh. He's in a hospital.

Wait. A hospital!?

Namjoon immediately pushed himself up from the bed, groaning in pain but ignoring it, grabbing the IV and all the other ones, pulling them off. He slowly pushed himself up from the bed, grabbing the wall for his balance.

"Goddamnit." He cursed at himself, trying to get himself to let go of the wall.

His legs were all wobbly. His strength are weak at this point. Who even put him in the damn hospital? All he remembers is..running after that suspicious guy and...

Oh.

"Fuck!" Namjoon couldn't help to yell out, slapping his face.

He passed out because his medication wore off. He passed out in front of that suspicious guy. Why the fuck would that guy bring him to the hospital? Isn't Namjoon the target of his?

He saw his clothes, slowly walking up to them and almost tripping on his numbed legs. As he got to his table, grabbing his pants to dig in and find his phone. Ah. There's that iPhone 11 Plus.

He pressed the button to turn it on, immediately putting in Yoongi's number. He put his phone up to his ear, slowly lowering down to the floor let his legs relax from the fucking numbing.

"What the fuck Joon! I've been trying to call y—"

"Get me the fuck out of the hospital." Namjoon slightly growled out, closing his eyes tight. "P-Please."

"Y..You're in the hospital? What the hell happened?"

"My medicine wore off at the wrong time—just..." Namjoon softly sighed. "Please, Hyung. I don't want to be here." His voice went soft, a bit shaky.

"Okay. I'll come and get you. Tell me which hospital and the room."

A loud bang of something falling was heard.

Seokjin fluttered his eyes open, lifting his head and hand up to rub his eyes. He's been sleeping on the couch since he lend his bed to Hoseok. It's been fine with him though. He really didn't have a problem.

Seokjin got up from the couch, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on, leaving the room to wear the sound of coming from. He grabbed one of his pistols, cocking it while he walked towards the room. He bit his bottom lip, holding the gun tight.

He got to the room and kicked the door open, immediately pointing the gun towards the sound. All he sees is a broken dresser, turning his gun to a male that's sitting down on the floor and leaning on his bed.

It was Taehyung. He was happily smoking a cigarette, having only sweatpants on. It showed all of his battle scars, only worse scar is across his eyebrow. He had a few stab wounds that weren't so bad. He has one of two bullet wounds, old one of his thigh and his second one near it.

"Yah!" Seokjin lowered his gun, knitting his brows and closing the door behind him. "What the hell did you do!?"

Taehyung just scoffed. "Rather not answer."

"You ruined your fucking dresser—you did that for a reason. What the hell is going on with you?"

The younger didn't answer, looking at his cigarette. He felt a tear roll down his face, lifting the cigarette back to his lips. Seokjin knitted his brows from the sudden behavior, walking over to him in front of him.

He saw the binder beside him, opened that showed pictures and a piece of paper that has information. Seokjin fluttered his eyes and kneeled down, grabbing one of the photos of the male.

Fuck. Jaebeom didn't know about the relationship between them. Seokjin looked at Taehyung, seeing him continue to tear up. The younger slowly looked at him, gulping hard from the taste of nicotine and licking his lips.

"Never say this to anyone or I will murder you with my feet."

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "You know I won't. I'm different from your sorry ass." He decided to sit down on the floor with him, continuing to look at the photo. "Why you crying?"

"Fuck off."

"Tae."

Taehyung looked at him, then looked down at his cigarette. He sucked in his breath. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?" He knitted his brows.

"I..." Taehyung lift his hand up to his face, wiping his face real quickly. "I don't fucking get it. I feel like..I feel like I know him somehow. My heart beats fast, my eyes water, I feel..weak in the legs and I don't fucking know why!"

Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek.

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