Chapter 3: YOONGI! BLOOD!

You step into the kitchen as Hyejin looks up from talking with a man. They were leaning over the kitchen counter staring at each other with love in their eyes. Must be Taehyung. Hyejin looks up with a smile, you bow your head to her as you approach the liquor cabinet and grabbing the vodka.

"Y/N, this is Taehyung!" You look over at him and you cannot help but smile. He was handsome as could be, long black hair in his eyes as he smiles. His lips were perfect as well as his cheekbones as his big eyes look at you.

"This is Y/N, huh?" His voice was deep, the bass making your heart skip a beat as you grab orange juice from the fridge.

"Nice to meet you." You say with a smile as you pull two champagne flutes from the second cabinet.

"Likewise. Jimin's morning drink, huh?" You begin to make the drinks as Taehyung looks over you.

"Jimin has told me a lot about you." You stop pouring the vodka to raise an eyebrow.

"Like what?" Taehyung chuckles, "All good things, I promise. Princess, I'll see you later. I'll be in the chamber. Hm?"

He kisses Hyejin's hand before walking out. The chamber? You wonder what that could be. Hyejin gives a loud sigh watching the doors before turning her head to you. Her hand placed upon her cheek as you mix the two drinks diligently.

"Oh boy. You get to drink with Jimin? He must love you, huh?" She jokes making you snort.

"He seems really pleasant to be around." Hyejin hums in agreement as she takes off her kitchen apron.

"He is. Just be yourself around him, he seems to like that a lot." You nod to her with a small smile.

"Don't worry Y/N. You play your cards right and you won't end up raking leaves in the garden like the rest of them." You want to ask her what she means but she's already heading out to the sitting room. You tilt your head before throwing the spoon you were using to whisk together the drinks into the sink.

"You better fucking clean that." You hear from your left and you turn your head quickly to Three as she enters in from the garden.

"I will." You tell her, her voice was filled with venom. She despised you and you guess you could understand why. It's not fair that you just got here yesterday and you're taking over what would probably have been considered her duties.

"What's so special about you, huh?" She walks over to you, inches away as she peers down at you. You didn't feel intimidated which is what you knew she was trying to do to you.

"Cut it out, Three." Jeongguk mumbles entering the kitchen, she becomes meek in front of him. Placing her hands together as she bows her head. Jeongguk leans on the counter looking you over before smirking. His tattooed neck and hands calling out to you as he places his hands palm down on the counters surface.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. Sorry you had to clean up my tantrum." You give him a small smile before shaking your head. He gives you a big smile, his face suddenly looking bunny-like as he wrinkles his nose.

"That's okay, we all get angry sometimes." He hums in agreement before looking over at Three.

"Don't you have work to do? Like cleaning that spoon in the sink." You bite the inside of your cheek as you press your lips together trying not to laugh.

"Come, Y/N. I'll walk with you." Jeongguk nods his head to the sink widening his eyes before looking at Three. "Yes, sir."

You walk with Jeongguk through the sitting area his hands tucked into his leather pants back pockets. "Jimin hyung told me a lot about you. I hope I see you around more often. You seem like a cool person." You smile at him as you carry the two drinks in hand.

"Thanks, you too. Thanks for that back there, she seems like she hates me." He snorts shaking his long black hair out of his face.

"She hates everyone but Jimin. And, that includes herself, too. Because she'll never be able to get him." As you step up the small stairs to the entry way Jeongguk grabs his keys from the table by the door. "I'll see you later, Y/N. Nice to meet you properly." "Likewise." Jeongguk leaves through the large glass door and you look up the left side staircase before smiling. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here.

You enter Jimin's bedroom without warning and he looks up surprised from his laptop. You notice a bunch of small windows on the screen, they were video camera footage.

"What, you don't knock anymore, kitten?" Jimin slams his laptop shut before throwing it on to the bed. Lion sits comfortably on Jimin's lap before looking up at you and purring.

"I'm sorry." You whisper handing him his screwdriver. He runs his fingers through his hair before licking his lips.

"That's alright, I guess. Sit. I told you, you weren't a maid with me, you shouldn't have to knock." You feel guilty, you shouldn't have been so brazen.

"Sit, kitten." The affectionate name has your legs betraying you as you shuffle over to the chair before sitting down. Lion jumps off of Jimin before stepping over towards you.

"Oh? Lion likes you! He doesn't like many people." Lion jumps up on to your lap and you smile widely wrinkling your nose as you pet the top of his head.

"He's so cute." Jimin hums in amusement as he sips on his drink watching you with cresent moon eyes. His smile widening as Lion lays his head on your knee.

"How's your morning?" Jimin asks leaning forward and digging into his breakfast. You take this time to watch his movements, how graceful they are and how he carries himself. He brings his fork to his mouth and you tilt your head watching him. He snorts before nodding to your hand.

"Drink." You take a sip of your drink before cringing, you added way too much vodka.

"Sorry." You say putting the glass on the table furrowing your eyebrows. Jimin laughs loudly throwing his head back, "I thought you made them like that on purpose."

He puts his hand over his mouth as he laughs harder, you begin to giggle with him. His laugh almost contagious as you lean your cheek on your hand.

"I don't know how to make drinks, apparently." Jimin wipes at his eyes before picking up his drink.

"Cheers." You hesitantly pick up your drink before clinking glasses with him. You take a small sip cringing as the burn of the vodka coats your throat.

"Ugh, fuck." You whisper making Jimin smirk.

"Did you eat this morning?" He asks, worried that you would get drunk off this one glass. You shake your head petting Lion. He pushes his dish towards you.

"Eat some."

"I couldn't possibly eat your breakfast." He points at the dish before drinking some of screwdriver. He raises an eyebrow as you fold your arms.

"Jimin I'm not eat-"

"Kitten, don't make me say it again." You roll your eyes picking up the fork. Your brain acknowledging that this is the same fork Jimin used. He relaxes when you begin to eat his eggs, "Eat the toast, too."

You pick up the triangular bread covered in butter. Jimin watches you eat, how you don't put your hand over your mouth and how well you eat. He seems pleased with how well you eat. He takes another sip of his drink before coughing.

"Christ, why did you make them so strong?" You shrug nonchalantly as you munch on your toast.

"I was distracted by Hyejin and Taehyung." Jimin goes wide-eyed before smiling.

"Oh were you? How do you know One's name is Hyejin?" You stop munching before looking up at him quickly. He chuckles into his glass, the glass fogging up from his hot breath.

"Someone's been breaking curfew rules." You swallow before opening your mouth.

"It's okay, kitten, rules are made to be broken, hmm? What'd you think of Tae then?" You smile thinking back to how lovey dovey the two of them were.

"He seems really nice, him and Hyejin are cute together." Jimin nods before sighing, "They are, aren't they? What a nice love to have." You nod happily as he chugs the rest of his drink.

"Finish your drink." As he goes to lean forward a harsh knock comes to the door. Jimin rolls his eyes as he calls the person at the door to enter. It couldn't be a maid, they didn't knock more than once.

The door swings open to Yoongi, blood splattered on his neck as he steps into the room. His white dress shirt in shreds as he leans against the door frame. He licks his lips breathing heavily.

"We have a problem." Jimin stands up quickly rushing over to his dresser. Yoongi takes you into his sights as you go wide-eyed.

"Hi Y/N. Good morning." You stammer on a few syllables before standing up setting Lion down on the floor. Yoongi steps into the room taking off his shirt before grabbing your glass.

"You don't mind, little one. Do you?"

"Are you okay?!" You ask shocked as you take in the gashes on his milky white chest. They were deep, he would need stitches. Blood oozing out of the cuts as his chest flexes. He takes this as you don't mind as he chugs your screwdriver before grimacing.

"Fuck!" He curses wiping at his mouth. Jimin frantically puts on a black t-shirt before slipping on his slides. You step towards Yoongi watching how blood stains his white suit pants.

"You should go to a hospital!" You tell him putting your hand over your mouth. Yoongi pushes his hair off his forehead before squeezing his eyes shut at the pain.

"No can do, little one. Jeongguk has to take care of it." Jimin shoves past you putting his hands on Yoongi's chest.

"Jeongguk went out." You tell them and Jimin turns towards you, "When?!" His voice was sharp with worry.

"When I was coming upstairs."

"Fuck!" Jimin yells out as Yoongi's face begins to get pale.

"That fucker came at me with a fish boning knife." You don't dare ask what Yoongi is talking about.

"Ever stitch anyone up, little one?" You swallow before wiping at your sweaty neck. You have, you've given yourself stitches when you cut yourself pretty badly making food for your sister. You didn't have enough money for a medical bill so you decided to do it yourself.

"Once." You say, "Good enough for me. Come, kitten." Jimin lets Yoongi lean on him as you step out of the room with them. Mirae walks up the stairs watching as you help Yoongi on his free side.

"The code is 1316." Jimin says ignoring Mirae as he steps in front of one of the forbidden metal doors.

"I'm not supposed to go in here." You tell him quickly as you push in the code.

"Kitten, shut up and open the door." You do as told as Jimin pushes you into the room. There was a medical table in the middle of the sterile room. Everything metallic as you shiver against the metal floor.

"I need alcohol!" You tell him quickly as you glance around at all of the surgical utensils throughout the room. If you weren't in such a panic you would be stuck frozen wondering what a room like this would be doing in someone's mansion.

"Hurry up!" Jimin says quickly opening a cabinet and grabbing some clean towels.

"Okay!" You squeak turning on your heel and bursting the door open with your hip.

You rush past Mirae, running quickly down the stairs before grabbing the bottom of the stair banister and pushing yourself off towards the kitchen jumping over the small steps to the entry way. You run through the sitting room alerting Seokjin and Taehyung as they look up from the couch.

"Y/N?!" Seokjin calls surprised. You shove the kitchen doors open, scaring the shit out of Hyejin as she cooks something.

"Whoa! What's wrong?" You rip open the cabinet grabbing the vodka and the whisky.

"Talk later." You say quickly shoving the bottles under your arms.

"O...kay." She says as Jin appears in the doorway.

"Y/N! What's wrong?!"

"Yoongi! Blood!" You stammer trying to take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You round the counter before pushing past him. Seokjin follows you quickly as you begin to sprint through the sitting room. You climb up the left staircase with Seokjin hot on your trail. Mirae smirks as you pass her.

"1316." You tell Seokjin as you juggle the alcohol bottles.

"I know." He whispers before pulling the door open.

"Good job, kitten." Jimin mumbles not turning to you as he sets up supplies for you. You sit on the stool before shoving your foot onto the floor and rolling towards Yoongi.

"Here." You tell him handing him the whisky. He nods his head and you eye him wearily as his lips become the same color as his skin.

"Okay." You whisper calmly as Jimin pushes the metal tray over to you.

"You sure you got this, kitten?" Do you? Absolutely not. You were scared, sweating but the adrenaline running through you was masking everything. You don't answer him as he folds his arms leaning against the metal wall with Seokjin. You take the cap off of the vodka before pulling the towels off of Yoongi's cuts. The towels heavy with blood as you throw them on the metal counter opposite you. You take a deep breath before looking up at Yoongi.

"Do you want to bite down on something?" You ask quickly.

"Just fucking do it." With a shaky hand you pour the vodka on his cuts. His scream piercing your ears as you flinch with him.

"I'm sorry." He opens the bottle before chugging some. You turn to the metal table, grateful that Jimin had already strung the needle. Your hands might be shaking to much and it would take too much time. You dip your hands in what you could only assume is sterilizing liquid. The yellow fluid coating your arms as you unwrap a sterilized towel and wiping yourself clean. You pick up the needle before looking at Jimin. His hand is pressed over his mouth as he looks on at you.

"Go on, kitten." You whimper out before looking up at Yoongi. He seemed dazed, blood leaking continuously and he might pass out if you don't do anything for him. You bring your hand to the biggest gash in his skin before taking another deep breath.

The skin pierces his skin and you feel a wave of nausea hit you at how the skin swallows the needle. "Agh, Christ!" Yoongi yells out. You need to be strong, would you just pass out from this one thing. This guy clearly needs your help. You clear your throat before making quick work. Pulling the needle through and making a circle with your hand before pulling the needle through it closing just a fraction of the wound. You didn't know if it was the correct procedure but you recall how tightly the stitches your mother made while sewing would look when she did so.

"Good job, kitten." Jimin's voice making himself known and you almost forgot he was here. You continue on stitching the seven or eight inch cut.

"I'll need more." You can see Jin springing into action out of the corner of your eye as Yoongi drinks more of the whisky. His eyes screwed shut as he bares his teeth. Your stitching wasn't precise per say but it would do the job just fine.

"What happened?" Jimin asks finally to Yoongi and you feel some relief flood through you that the room isn't silent anymore. Yoongi looks down at you wearily before looking back at Jimin.

"Go on." You try not to pay attention, to block out the words. It isn't your place to be nosy, but if Jimin trusts you that's a good thing right? Seokjin places a threaded needle on the table before leaning against the metal counter and folding his arms.

"I went to the Kim's, like you told me, the deal was supposed to be ￦100,000,000 for the hit. But, they backed out last second, saying they needed Lee Goong alive. I told them-" Yoongi cringes on the last stitch as you cut it.

"I told them, that you wouldn't be happy about it, and he fucking attacked me with the fish boning knife." Jimin hums in amusement. You stop stitching to look up at Yoongi. 100 million?! That's a lot of money. No wonder Jimin is so rich. So what? He runs a hit man business?! You grab the next needle, your heart beginning to pound in your chest and up to your ears.

"Shame that the Kim's have made an enemy then." Seokjin puts a hand on your shoulder noticing how you tremble, he leans down rubbing your shoulder with his thumb.

"Just continue on." He whispers in your ear as Jimin approaches.

"Jin, go tell Hoseok we have a job to do." Seokjin nods to him before squeezing your shoulder and walking out of the sterile room. You begin to stitch up the next wound, it was smaller but still needed to be stitched. There was silence again, apart from Yoongi's quieted curses and inhales through his teeth. Your mind reeling at the words that were just recently spoken throughout the room. Jimin is a mafia boss? The door's key pad sounds out, the door swinging open with a breathless Jeongguk.

"Oh thank God!" Jeongguk says gratefully as he strides over ignoring Jimin. He grabs a stool before sliding next to you. You stop stitching to look over at the taller tattooed boy. He smirks at you before ruffling your hair.

"You're doing a good job. I'm impressed." You smile at his words, apart from the tantrum he had yesterday you really liked Jeongguk. He seems like a good person, very loyal and he also helped you with Three so that was a big plus. Jimin looks between you two before folding his arms.

"Where the fuck did you go?!" Jimin yells at Jeongguk and you jump in surprise the needle stuttering in Yoongi's skin.

"Fuck!" You whisper your apologies as Jeongguk looks at his boss.

"I was cleaning up that Kwon Gyungri incident from yesterday."

"You didn't tell anyone! You just left!" Jeongguk's lips press into a straight line.

"Well it's a good thing Y/N was here to save my bacon, then. Wasn't it?" You stare at the wounds feeling uncomfortable at the atmosphere in the room.

"She shouldn't have to save your bacon, Guk! Do your job properly!" Jeongguk puts his hand on your bare knee and you look over at him as he dunks his hands into the yellow liquid.

"Watch how I do it. Just in case you have to do this again." You swallow before looking at Jimin. He puts his hands over his face and you turn back to Jeongguk with a nod.

Jeongguk presses clean bandages around Yoongi's newly stitched wounds before standing up and you do the same. The man named Hoseok recently entered and you couldn't help but hear their plans for this Kim family. It was brutal what they plan to do to them for hurting Yoongi but in a sense you could understand why they would retaliate. Jimin looks over at you and gives you a grateful smile.

"May I be excused, Sir?" Jimin goes to open his mouth but you begin to leave anyway. The adrenaline starting to dwindle within your veins as you open the door. You pass Taehyung and Mirae in the hallway as you descend the stairs rapidly starting to feel lightheaded. Your brain starting to go into overdrive. You take a deep breath as you jump over the entryway steps before quickly making haste towards the kitchen. No wonder it was such a safe haven for Mirae, you wanted nothing but to be shielded by the white French doors at the very moment. Jogging through the double doors you notice two women you haven't seen before and you don't interact with them as you descend the winding staircase.

Your room is warm when you enter and all you can do is rush into the bathroom before kneeling down and vomiting. It was all too much, the blood, the stitching, everything. You were just grateful you held it together for so long.

"Fuck." You whine throwing your head back and blotting toilet paper to your mouth. Now you know what Jimin does for a living. Although you could understand that everyone makes there own way in this world, it might just be too much for you to handle.

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