Ace For Hire // BTS Reader Insert

12

"Is she going to need stitches?"

Watching Jin's brows contort into a furrow, he mumbled a bit before shaking his head. "No, it's not deep enough." Jin said while looking over to the back of Namjoon's head as he sat passenger seat of the soccer mom van. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to hold in the wince that was prying out of you from the way Jin was disinfecting the gash on your palm.

Wincing for you in substitute was Jungkook, since he couldn't help but stare in cringe as Jin nearly cleared out half of a first aid kit on your hand. At least the damage didn't look nearly as gruesome when your hand was soaked in blood. With your hand mostly cleaned up, all that was left was a thick pink line of surface sliced skin, since the cleaning alcohol stopped the bleeding. But it didn't stop every nerve on your body from feeling the searing white hot pain of it all.

Or maybe that was from the immense rage you felt that was being fueled towards recreating the wound on your hand to the neck of Bin.

Speaking of, "Perfect, stitches would get in the way of when I wrap my hands around Bin's neck and just rip into their thr-" Clenching your jaw into a tighten lock as Jin roughly swipe the disinfectant wipe against your wound. Casting him a slight glare as Jin menacingly scrunch his nose back at you.

"Absolutely not, you need to nurse this hand, and just lay low for now." Jin nagged on while taking out a white gauze wrap.

"We need to snap this Bin whoever's neck before things get worse. Jimin could've seriously got hurt, and now whatever beef Bin has with me is spreading to you guys." You argued back, which to your delight, no one spoke up to disagree with that. It connected with each other after all, this Bin person left a message behind in your old apartment. An apartment you barely used as an actual living space, that was also rented under another name, meaning Bin had a lot of obstacles to pass to find where you specifically lived.

Now with the personal vendetta attack made at school, you had no doubt it was about you. Even if you were more cautious of those around you and aware of suspicious people, that wouldn't stop Bin in your belief. The only reason Bin had your full attention now was that he was getting the boys involved, thinking that you were lucky enough to stop Jimin in time. And in contrast, thinking about not being able to save them in time.

"I kind of agree with [Y/n], the faster we kill this Bin guy, the sooner we stop looking over our shoulders more than usual." Jungkook chimed in from the middle row, sitting awkwardly in the middle of the car.

On the same seat row with Tae and Jimin, since you and Jin took up the back seats so he could play doctor for you. As for Hobi who was currently sitting on the car's floor, typing away with a lighting pace on two laptops. Leaving Yoongi as the driver and Namjoon in shotgun. When news quickly spread about the glasses girl's attack against you from Hobi to the others, they came within seconds to take all of you far away from campus grounds. Thankfully they also had a change of clothes prepared in the trunk, saving you and Jimin from being stuck in a medieval themed wardrobe all day.

Noticing Jin shoot Jungkook a squint look of 'You, quiet', you couldn't help but roll your eyes while Jin finished wrapping your hand. Carefully closing your fingers into a semi fist, you brought your elbows up to rest ontop of the middle row seats, "Exactly, it'll be a matter of time before they find our base, and when they do they'll more or less push us into a corner."

"Then we'll all lay low for the time being, no school, no exposing gang activity. We let the whole Bin thing die out on it's own since none of us know what they want, except to target [Y/n]. So if [Y/n] plays ghost for a bit we should be okay right?" Tae asked, mostly directing his words towards Namjoon. Who also happened to be disturbingly silent without giving everyone his usual leadership spiel whenever you guys were on a split decision.