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“He is not used to such things,” Namjoon nudges Jungkook with his knee, talking under his breath, “can you be gentle?!” Jungkook's jaw ticks, “I don't have time to handle people now, tell me what we are doing next!” “We are taking him home,” Hoseok wipes his eyes, “let's go.”
Hoseok snaps his finger at Namjoon, “tell your people to stop the fight, let's see how great of a leader you are,” he looks at Jin, “do the same with ours! Jungkook will carry Yoongi to the car Tae is in. I will cover them. Let's go.” Jungkook picks Yoongi up from Jimin's lap.
Jin stops Hoseok, whispering in his ear, “what about Jimin?” Hoseok looks at Jimin, who is still kneeling on the floor. His eyes on Yoongi's unconscious body in Jungkook's arms. Hosoek looks at Namjoon. Namjoon looks back. “You failed in protecting him,” Hoseok murmurs.
Namjoon's throat bobs, “I didn't,” he looks at Yoongi, “I didn't.” Hosoek gestures for Jungkook to walk, “let's go. We don't have time to waste,” he looks at Jimin, “you can come or stay. On you, Chim.” Jungkook starts to run down the stairs, Hoseok following.
Jin runs towards the other side of the house, already on call. Namjoon pulls out his phone to call the heads of the Park troops. Jimin sits there, looking at the dead bodies around him. He looks at his lap. The blood warm and sticky on his pajama. His hands have traces of it.
It's not too much blood. Just traces of it. Absorbed on the material when Jungkook moved the alpha. His hands because Jimin touched the wound itself. He looks over his shoulder at the stairs where Hosoek and Jungkook disappeared. He doesn't go. He doesn't move an inch.
He promised himself he won't ever go back to the alpha. Not for anything. Jimin wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, his fingers trembling with nerves. He sits there long enough for Namjoon to come back, gently taking a hold of him and pulling him in a hug.
“I didn't think they will come for you,” Namjoon whispers, “when Yoongi said they will, I ignored him. In my ego that I am right, I left your side because my men informed me, there will be an attack at the party. On me. As, I am the one to take the position of the leader now.”
“There were guards here, there were people protecting you, I didn't think,” Namjoon swallows the clog in his throat, eyes burning, “I thought, if I go to the party alone, if something happens, you will be safe. I didn't think they will come here. Your father didn't think either.”
“When he called me to tell me there might be people coming after you, I appointed guards, didn't I?” Namjoon sniffles, “mimi…” Jimin pulls back, looking anywhere but at Namjoon, “you didn't know, hyung. It's okay,” he looks lost, frayed, “appa didn't either. I get it.”
a/n — Mr. Park loves his son. He just doesn't want Jimin to have any link with Yoongi. Link being the pups, he wants the pups gone. Not his son. 😭
Namjoon holds Jimin to himself, “do you want to go with them-” “No,” Jimin shakes his head, his voice quiet, “no. Just...” he looks up at Namjoon, eyes glossy, “he won't-” his voice cracks, “it's not fetal, right? He won't-” “He will be fine,” Namjoon nods, “don't worry.”
Jimin takes a step back, looking at the hallway, “I want to get rid of this,” he looks at himself, “my room is a mess...” Namjoon notices how quiet and calm Jimin looks. He knows the omega hasn't absorbed everything that went down tonight. He knows, Jimin is not processing it.
He takes Jimin's hand in his, rubbing the smeared blood off of his fingers, “come to my room. You can stay there tonight. You take a shower, I will get you some clothes.” The familiar scent might help, Namjoon thinks to himself as he guides Jimin to his room.
——— “He is fine,” the surgeon says, “the bullet didn't even reach the rib. You guys got him here on time. We got the bullet out and the bleeding has stopped. He will come to his senses in a few hours.” Hoseok forces himself to not melt on the floor with relief, “thank you...”
Taehyung is pressed against the door of the room. His eyes stuck on the man on the bed. Jin is not there, he is stuck with the chaos that went down in the Park territory. Jungkook is with him. Hoseok walks up to Taehyung, “he is fine. Come on, Tae, you can't stand here forever.”
Taehyung's lips quiver with a sob, “I pointed a gun at him. I was so rude...” “He deserved both of that,” Hoseok glares at the man inside the room, his heart twisting in his chest, “we were not wrong then. I am still mad at him. God, I hate him so much.” Taehyung looks at him.
Hosoek looks back. Their eyes hold the utmost pain they both share. The hurt they both carry. The love they have for the man in that room, still plugged to so many machines. “He will be fine, right?” Taehyung wonders, “he is an asshole, but-” “We love him,” Hoseok sighs.
Hoseok looks at Yoongi, “he has to be fine. He will be fine, but,” he looks at Taehyung, “I don't know how Jimin is. We left him there.” Taehyung looks at Yoongi, “Namjoon hyung is there.” Hoseok scoffs, “yeah, he did plenty-” “He did,” Taehyung insists, “he did do so much.”
“He is the insider,” Taehyung leans his forehead on the glass door, “he gives hyung all the information. He told hyung about all the house plans. He-” “Didn't do what hyung said,” Jungkook says, walking up to them, “he did help hyung with the plans and all, but not everything.”