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38. Worth It

Thank God Seokjin always had plan B. No matter what meeting he was attending, he always expected the worst outcome. So as soon as jerkass Dmitri pointed gun at him, the consigliere pressed little button on his watch, informing his men to get ready.

It shouldn't have taken them so long. Usually his people appeared in less than five minutes but this time they had to fight their way through Bratva's members and they came late.

It didn't take Seokjin too long to beat Dmitri's ass once Namjoon knocked him off feet. The male was half-dead when someone else attacked consigliere and made him shift attention on himself. His eyes stung because of the smoke that Rose used to escape. But he was going to fight until the end.

Suddenly a loud shot echoed right behind him and when Seokjin turned around, he saw Dmitri standing with a gun while Namjoon was on the floor clutching his stomach that had an open wound.

At that moment consigliere saw red.

Thankfully, by that time his people finally reached them, instantly capturing everyone. It was an easy job as they outnumbered Bratva's members. One of his soldier's put a revolver to Dmitri's head, forcing man to fall on his knees and drop his weapon. Seokjin stalked to him and stabbed the man with the knife right in the same place where Namjoon was shot.

Dmitri yelled in agonizing pain as the consigliere repeated action several times jabbing him in one and the same spot over and over again.

"That for trying to shoot me in the back, coward! Take him out of here and to our basement. Treat his wounds enough so he doesn't die but don't dare to heal him. And I need you to call my doctor. Call him to come at our place as soon as possible. And tell him it's EMERGENCY!" Seokjin commanded his men, going over to Namjoon and crouching down on his level. The male was unconscious. He was losing lots of blood. Jin didn't like his condition.

"You two, carry him to my car. Right Now!"

"But boss where will we take him?" One asked dumbfounded with odd request.

"At our place of course! He's dying, I'm not trusting his life just to someone. Doctor Lim will take care of him."

"But boss, he's enemy-"

"Do as I fucking tell you!" It was rare to witness Seokjin's outburst but those who were unlucky to be nearby confirmed that he was the scariest man alive.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to take Namjoon at Black Dragon's residence. Fuck, it was really stupid idea but Seokjin felt that it was the only right thing to do after the male literally saved his life. Namjoon's head was on his lap as he laid on the backseat. Jin held a bloody piece of clothing on top of his wound to stop bleeding at least somehow.

"Just hang on there, Kim Namjoon. I swear if you die in my arms, I'll drag your ass back from the hell just to kill you again. Do you hear me?" Seokjin wiped a tear that rolled down his face. God, he hadn't cried for so many years now. He didn't want to break the record, but he couldn't help it. Why did he even care in the first place?

Fuck, just don't die on me.

***

Namjoon came back to conscious just several hours later. He tried to sit up on the bed, but groaned as pain shot through his abdomen and he laid back down. He was in unfamiliar room. The only source of light was a candle on the nightstand. He saw that it was 3 am on the clock that was on the opposite wall.

Namjoon tried to look at least for his phone, but he noticed that all his clothes were gone as he laid there shirtless with his stomach bandaged and an IV connected to his arm. He quickly looked under the blankets only to see that he had on a pair of fresh sweats. Namjoon frowned confused.