jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

t h i r t y f o u r .

"... Do you know how much it costs for a -O blood bag off the black market? Especially authentic ones."

It was late at night. Taehyung crossed his arms as he stood in front of the window with the curtains open. Moonlight shone inside, they couldn't turn on the lights in order to not look suspicious.

"Thank you, Dae," Taehyung sighed, "I'll process 10k to your bank account in the morning."

Dae, a medical graduate, nodded back. She sat on the chair beside the bed with bloody hands. They were in one of the guest rooms, and the red stained sheets were tossed to the side and the bed was replaced with new ones. The room still smelt a little awful, but the scent of blood became numb to them after a while.

"It's a surprise he held out for so long," Dae says, "... It looks like he lost pints. Not to mention if you neglected that gun wound any longer, it would be infected. He'd basically be left for dead."

"... So who is he?" She asks out of the blue, wiping her hands on the rag. "It's not everyday you take someone home. Especially like this or you know... The other way."

Taehyung frowned, and Dae shrugged and looked away. "He's someone you shouldn't worry about," he says.

"... Really?" She cocked an eyebrow, "There are over sixty cuts on his body, not deep but enough to the point he'll scab over. That heart carved in his face, it's permanent. You've scarred him."

Namjoon rested on his back, finally slumbering peacefully. His face was bandaged and so was the rest of his body. Dae put him on anesthesia, so she could take the bullet out without him waking up from the immense pain. She had to cut off all his clothes, and Taehyung had to provide him extra clothes.

Namjoon's chest was wrapped and bare.

"He's malnourished too," Dae continues, "He looked like he's been starved for a while, it doesn't help his healing process. When he wakes up, feed him. He has muscles, but it's not a healthy weight for him."

Dae got up as stated to pack up her bags. "Call me when he wakes up, so I can check up on him."

Taehyung nodded and watched her walk out the door. Locking it behind her since she knew the room had to be a secret for now on.

Taehyung tiredly dropped down onto the same chair Dae sat on. He missed dinner, and he knew he'd have to apologize to Jangmi.

He'd have to keep this quiet for Jangmi's sake too.

[unedited]