Always | Vmin {Mpreg} BOOK #1

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"Sh*t!" Suga cursed as he collapsed onto Jimin. "Are you okay, Suga?" Jimin asked with a panicked voice. "I just got shot in the f*cking foot! Do you think I'm alright?!" Suga yelled at him. "What the hell?!" Seojun yelled as he ran up to Suga. "Don't f*cking look at me!" Suga cursed at him as he winced in pain. Seojun ran to the open window, and looked outside stupidly. Police cars were heard in the distance. Seojun quickly put away all of Suga's alcohol, making a few people upset. No one was under age, but it just seemed like the thing to do.

Jimin was slightly hyperventilating as Suga looked at his foot. There was no exit wound. "Sh*t~" Suga inhaled sharply as he held his foot in pain. Police busted down the door, and J-Hope jumped up. "It wasn't me!" He yelled as he threw his hands in the air. "He got shot in the foot." Jimin explained as one of the police officers came up to them. F*ck that suit fit him perfect.

"We got notice of a shooter. Do you have a description?" He asked as he took out a pen and notepad. "I- um, no. Make sure he's okay, please." Jimin lied to the officer. "I'm not f*cking helpless, a*shole." Suga cursed at him. "We'll get an ambulance. Do you know where the shooter went?" The officer questioned Jimin. "I- he was over there." Jimin squeaked out as he pointed to the window he saw V in a few minutes ago. The officer looked back at the other two officers, and motioned for the window.

Jimin didn't go to the hospital with Suga, even if he wanted to. He was told by the police officer to drive 'his friends' home. He drove RM, Jin, Jungkook, and J-Hope home first, then Suga texted his friends' addresses to him to drive them home as well. He was a fantastic designated driver. Or so he thought.

He only got lost every single time.

The police questioned Jimin and carefully inspected the place where V was, but they found nothing. No fingerprints on the house or on the windowsill, no footprints, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Jimin told the police he didn't know what the shooter looked like, even if he did. He didn't want anything to happen to V.

The police were at Suga's house all night, trying to pick up anything that might help them catch V. Jimin stood with the officers the entire time. It wasn't like he had a choice or anything, considering he was the only one available for questioning. There were only 3 sober people anyway. But once the police arrived, Seojun disappeared. Jimin had no idea where he went. He asked Suga where he lived, but the scary thing was, Suga said he didn't know anyone named Seojun.

Jimin fell asleep in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Suga to be discharged. He needed surgery to remove the bullet. It was in his ankle, so it needed to be removed as soon as possible. It scraped by his bone, and it was an extremely careful surgery.

"Sir?" A female doctor approached him. Jimin jumped up, and looked up at the doctor. "Hm- yeah?" Jimin asked, yawning. "Your friend is out of surgery if you would like to see him." She smiled at him. Jimin nodded as he followed the nurse into Suga's room, and he was asleep. "The bullet missed his bone, and no ability was removed. He still has full movement of his foot, and it should only take a few hours to fully recover." The nurse explained to him.

"I don't think he'd want to spend the night." Jimin laughed as he laid down next to Suga. "Alright. We"ll check back in 3 hours." The nurse smiled before leaving. "Yoongi~ Wake up~" Jimin whispered loudly to him, knowing he hated it. "F*ck you." Suga groaned as he punched Jimin in his stomach. "Ow!" Jimin yelped as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Sh*t, I'm sorry. I forgot- you know I hate that whispering sh*t." Suga apologized as Jimin winced in pain.

"I just wanted to wake you up~" Jimin whined as he curled up in a ball. "Well quit doing it like that." Suga told him, regretting his life decisions. "You're mean." Jimin pouted as he looked up to Suga. "I'm f*cking sorry." Suga cursed, looking at him sincerely. "Whatever. The police didn't find anything to track the shooter down with. And all of your stupid friends are home safe and sound." Jimin told him as he cuddled up against Suga. "B*tch what the f*ck, get the hell away from me." Suga scoffed as he pushed Jimin away from him.

"You punched me in the stomach for being nice. You owe me cuddles." Jimin scoffed at him, mimicking Suga as he buried his face in his chest. "I don't owe you anything, f*cker." Suga cursed, but didn't push him away. "Please?" Jimin looked up to Suga cutely. "No." Suga told him seriously as he pushed him away again. "Why are you so cold?" Jimin asked as he turned away from him. "I'm perfectly warm under this sh*tty blanket." Suga smirked evily as he brought the hospital blanket up to his neck.

"I meant your stupid soul. You're mean." Jimin pouted. "I'm going to sleep. F*ck off." He mumbled as he curled back up into a small ball, and brought his hands up to his face. He couldn't sleep in any other position, other than the fetal position. How ironic.

3 hours later, a nurse came back in to check up on Suga. He was discharged at 4:18 in the morning, and Jimin had to drive Suga home. Well, back to his house. The police were still trying to track V down at his house, so he had to stay the night at Jimin's.

Suga slept in the guest room, and Jimin took a quick shower before flopping down on his bed. Was it really V he saw at Suga's house? Or was it just him imagining things? Whatever it was, it broke his heart. He missed V so much, and it made him even more sad that he didn't know why. He's felt like this before, when he lost his younger brother. But this time felt different. It felt more lonely. Oh well. He'll just have to suck it up and deal with it, just like he's done hundreds of times before.

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