Seeing Red || yoonmin

°• 37 (JK) •°

Jungkook's backstory

°• Part One •°

"Open your eyes."

Jungkook's body responded to the soft command as his eyes slowly opened up, his vision a complete fuzzy blur as he was trying to focus. He squinted his eyes a few times from the soft brightness of the light around him, possibly pulling the weirdest faces as he wanted his vision to clear up and sharpen.

As his eyes adjusted, and his vision became sharp enough, he now realised he was laying down and staring up at the ceiling. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to recollect his memory of what jaf happened, but all he received was a fuzzy haze and a throb of pain from his brain.

"Ugh..." he let out a weak groan, pulling a face of discomfort as he slowly sat up on the bed. He turned his head around, and he was greeted by a dark-haired male sitting on a seat beside the bed staring right at him with glowing silver eyes.

Jungkook freaked out, his eyes wide as he back up against the wall, bracing his hand against it as he swallowed in fear. He blinked quickly but the male's eyes seemed to be black. Was he imagining things?

"Don't be alarmed, Jeon Jungkook." The male said, placing his hands together on top of his lap. "I'm here to help you."

"H-help me? H-huh?" Jungkook rasped out before coughing, struggling from his throat being dry. He took in the fact this stranger in front of him was wearing some kind of doctor's jacket with a stethoscope around his neck. "A-a doctor?"

"Pretty much." The male nodded, his black eyes unblinking behind his lowered glasses as he continued to stare at him.

"H-How'd you-" Jungkook croaked, clearing his throat before asking again. "How'd you know my name?"

"I helped save your life, my boy." The male said cooly, taking off his glasses and wiping them with a handkerchief he took out. "Not sure if you remember, but you told me your name before you... almost bit the dust."

"W-what do you mean?" Jungkook croaked, licking his lips nervously as he looked around the dimly lit room with his eyes.

"Water?" The male offered, holding up a glass of water that he picked up from next to his seat. Jungkook slowly took the glass in a cautious manner, looking at it as if it was poisoned before starting to take a sip. "What I meant by bit the dust was that you was stabbed 7 times in the gut before I found you."

Jungkook choked on the water and spat some out on to the bed as he coughed, patting his chest as he struggled. "S-st-stabbed?!" He said loudly, quickly petting at his stomach to find that it wasn't hurting, which was pretty strange to him.

"Here, I'll take that." The male said, taking the glass off Jungkook and setting it down before watching the young male frantically pull up his shirt.

Jungkook stared down at his stomach, deeply breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as he saw the scarring on his stomach. But... he was multiply stabbed right? Shouldn't he be completely dead right now? If this doctor saved him, shouldn't he have stitches? Shouldn't he be in the worse pain possible? Unable to move? Why did it feel like he wasn't attacked at all?

All these thoughts were a spinning attack on the younger's brain as he started to feel light-headed, and feeling nauseous. Even though he drank some water, he was still feeling parched.

"You seem troubled, boy." The dark haired male spoke up, snatching Jungkook out of his pounding thoughts. "You have questions... many questions, right? Your face says it all. You need answers, yes?"