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Hoseok smiled, patting Jimin's back as he spat every curse word he knew. So, the potion wore off and now we're left with the real Jimin.
"Shit." He groaned, and I quickly smacked his hand away from his leg.
"It's gonna hurt if you keep touching it." I scolded him, and he dropped his head on Riley's shoulder.
"Wait."
We all looked at Jimin, looking forward to what he would say. He tilted his head, before looking down.
"Who the hell is carrying me?"
"Riley. I told you my name ten times already." He rolled his eyes, and slowly put him on the floor.
"It's your turn." He pointed to Hoseok, who let out an obnoxious sigh.
Jimin narrowed his eyes. "Sorry my injury is such an inconvenience."
"Oh shut up." He lifted him onto his back. "You asked me to make love to you." He muttered loud enough for Jimin to hear.
His eyes went wide. "You're lying."
Hoseok raised his brows, pissing Jimin off on purpose. I turned around, giving him a warning glare. "Okay, I'm lying."
Riley walked by my side, poking my arm. "Where's that soldier guy."
I looked behind us, and spotted him walking far behind us, making a giant gap between him and us. "I guess he doesn't want company."
Jimin lifted his head from Hoseok's shoulder as he heard my voice. "Baby come here, I miss you."
I slowed down, waiting for Hoseok to pass in front of me, and held onto Jimin's hand. He continued to lay his head on his shoulder, while his eyes were barely open. I looked at all the blood on his face, and turned away.
"Jimin-"
"I'm fine." He reached his hand out, grazing my cheek.
"Don't cry." He whispered, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as well.
"I love you so much." I tried not to sob, as I laid a kiss on his nose. I ran my fingers through his hair, and smiled.
"I like your hair."
The corners of his lips barely rose, but it was something. "Thanks." He quietly spoke, continuing to softly gaze into my eyes.
Hoseok rolled his eyes, listening to our depressing conversation. He gripped onto Jimin's thighs and lowered him to my lips.
I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, knowing it was Hoseok's wonderful tactics. I pulled away, and he pecked my lips once more.
"Home sweet home guys."
I looked ahead of me, and a queasy feeling grew in my stomach. This place has its highs and its lows, but mostly lows. I slowed down, and faced the man behind us.
"I'll get you the medicine as soon as I can. Just please be patient with me." I promised him, getting a reassuring nod in return.
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"Is everyone ready and armed?"
"Yes Sir." They spoke back to Jin.
"Mov-"
"Jin Sir." A women ran into the room, smiling as she spoke. "They've found their way here."
His eyes went wide. "All of them?"
She nodded, and he shoved past the people. Jin walked into the facilities main room. He stood all the way across the open space, waiting for their entrance.
Yoongi walked beside him, patting his back. "It's gonna go well, I promise you."
Jin kept a straight face, as he stood with broad shoulders. The first face he saw was Rivers. He wasn't anything special to him, but Valentina ran over pulling him into a hug.
Hoseok and I helped Jimin through door. He could limp, but it still hurt his injured leg. I made eye contact with Jin, making sure he knew I hated his guts. His eyes, on the other hand, brightened as he saw Jimin's face.
He dropped what he held in his hands, and walked the long distance towards him. Jimin eyes pierced right through Jin. They were cold, and absolutely brutal.
I became worried as I watched his fist clench, veins throbbing on his neck. I held onto his arm, trying to get him to look at me. He pushed me and Hoseok off of him, and limped towards Jin.
"Jimin, I'm so hap-"
Jimin threw his fist forward, knocking Jin's head back. He held onto his bloody nose, as he looked at Jimin with concerned eyes.
Jimin took no time to waste, and grabbed a gun from the guards belt. He pointed to Jin's forehead, thumbing the safety off.
"Jimin don't!"
I ran forwards, and Hoseok pulled me back. Jin put his hands up, avoiding his gaze. He knew Jimin would be mad, but not to this extent. He did it to help him, not to torture him.
"You knew." He muttered, his voice low and hoarse. Jin opened his mouth to speak, when Jimin snapped again.
"You fucking lied to me." He yelled this time, making Jin flinch. The guards pulled their guns, slowly moving towards him. Jin put his hand out.
"Don't." He stopped them, gaining Jimin's attention. He flipped Jin, so that his arm was around his neck, still pointing the gun to his head.
"Where's Shaw?"
"I don-"
"Where the fuck is he. I'll shoot through your fucking skull." He screamed, tightening his arm around Jin's neck. I pushed Hoseok's arm, and rushed towards Jimin's side.
"Jimin, let him go." I touched his arm, and jerked it back.
"El, you need to leave."
I turned his face, making him look at me. "You can't keep doing this."
"Do you know what he did." He spoke harshly.
I narrowed my eyes, as did Hoseok. "What are you talking about?"
"This bastard set this up. He faked our deaths just so we wouldn't see each other."
Hoseok came by side, stopping in front of Jin, "Is that true?"
Jin gulped, fearing the wrath of the people. "That wasn't my intention."
"So you did do it." I spoke, gaining his attention. I tried not let the emotions get to me, as I kept my tears inside. Jimin looked over at me, watching my eyes.
"It's okay baby."
I blinked my tears back, and pretended I was fine. That's the least I could do in a situation like this. He worriedly stared into my eyes for a couple seconds more, until he grabbed Jin again.
I focused on my breathing, seven seconds in, hold, then repeat. I straightened my shirt and marched towards Jin, standing directly in front of him. Jimin lowered his brow as he watched me confront Jin. I took a another deep breath, trying to calm myself before the tears spilled.
"Why'd you do it?" I asked, my voice choking while I spoke. "You made my life a living hell."
The room was silent. Everyone's head was down, while you can feel the nervous tension in the air. No one knew what to say. No one could say anything if they wanted to.
"I thought he was dead." My eyes shut, trying to close the gap between my tears and my skin. Jimin watched as I spoke. His eyes were still, as he shifted them to mine, glassed with a layer of tears.
I lifted my head, trying to catch a non breaking breath. As I blinked, water dripped from my eyelids and slid down my cheeks. I turned away, quickly leaving before I'd break down in front of everyone.
Jimin moved his arm from Jin's neck, running after me. He searched through the hall, pushing every door open, until he heard a quiet sobbing from his room.
"Baby?"
My face was pressed onto his pillow, as I felt his body hover mine. He wrapped his arms around me, and I instantly felt at ease. He kissed the side of my cheek, down to the crook of my neck.
"I hate seeing you cry." He whispered, pressing a long kiss on my cheek.
"Don't cry baby. Do it for me." He rubbed my back, moving my hair from my face. He smiled as he heard my sobs lessen to light sniffles.
"Use me as your crying pillow." He lifted me into his arms, and I pressed my head into his neck.
"Are you okay?"
I lifted my head to nod, and he quickly pecked my lips. "Gotcha." He smiled.
"Jimin." I finally spoke, looking up at his eyes.
He raised his brow, and chuckled. "Yes?"
"I still can't believe you're here."
He nodded, and lifted me so I was sitting. "You want me to prove it to you."
I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smashed his lips on mine, moving at a fast pace. I moved my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me.
"Ji-"
His lips cut me off, and I felt him cheekily smile into the kiss. He slipped his tongue in, before pulling away with a sloppy kiss.
"What is it baby?"
I looked down at the stained bed. "Y-your leg."
"I'm fine." He pulled me towards him, and I lightly pushed his chest.
"Jimin." I narrowed my eyes.
"El." He frowned, making me giggle.
"I'm serious."
He bit his bottom lip. "And I'm serious too. Let's make love."
I pecked his lips, and jumped off the bed. "Only after you get surgery."
He groaned, lying his head back. "That's the last kind of pain in thinking about."
I raised a brow. "You're crazy."
"Only for you baby."
I threw the nearest shirt I could find at him. "Do you want me to help you walk?"
He lowered his brows. "That's my job." I felt his arms lift me up.
"Jimin, your leg." I yelled, concerned. With his critical wound, he could be limping for days, maybe weeks. He continued to walk down the stairs, still carrying me in his arms.
"You're hurting yourself, put me down." I hit his chest, and he just laughed. Once we stood at the nurses door, he set me down.
"Stitch me up." He blurted as he sat on the bed.
"Oh my, what happened to your leg?"
He raised both his eyebrows, and glanced at me. "Care to explain?"
I sighed, looking up at the nurse. "He lost a lot of blood from an arrow wound, and also a chunk of skin from the same leg."
He peaked over the nurse, and brightened his eyes. "Really?"
"You don't remember?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not the last part."
The nurse laid Jimin's head back. "Alright, I'm gonna put you to sleep so we can stitch your leg."
I placed my hand on the nurses shoulder, and whispered a "Thank you."
She gave me a warm smiled as she went back to prepare her tools. I walked towards the door, leaving her to do her job.
"Stay."
I instantly stopped as I heard his pleading voice. I stepped towards him, kneeling down to his side. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it as his eyes closed.
"I'm with you."
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The man waited for hours and hours outside of the facility. He started to become impatient, thinking I was lying to Ceres and her people about the healing medicine for all her wounded soldiers. He took the grenade in his hand, throwing it in the air and catching it in his palm.
The grenade had one purpose, killing. He was now near the entrance. Throwing it into a room would kill one, maybe two people. That's not what he wanted. He needed hundreds to die like their own people suffered.
What better place to throw it, other than the center of the facility itself. He lifted the heavy grenade, pulling the pin. A few ticks was all he had to put some distance between himself and it. He threw the grenade with a powerful force that left the glass window shattered. He threw the drape over his head, and ran back into the dark woods.
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