Help me?

"I HATE YOU!" he screamed in your face.

Your POV

I hate you. It hurts more than I ever imagined it will. And hearing it from his lips with those ugly tears in his beautiful eyes, shatters my heart.

I reached out, and gently brushed my thumb over his cheek where the tear has rolled down.

But, he swatted my hand away. Now this hurts even more. He never let me touch him, said 'I feel dIsgusted when you touch me.' So I stopped touching him.

"Don't touch me!" he hissed through gritted teeth and climbed off me, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from me.

I shifted in my position, and sat up on the bed with my elbows propping me. The blood still trailed down my throat, but I couldn't care less about that.

I reached out hesitantly only to withdraw my hand. I didn't want to startle him again. Instead, I grabbed the scalpel still laying on the bed between us and put it on the night stand on his side of the bed.

I sighed heavily through my nose, and got up from the bed. I walked into the bathroom to clean the blood on my throat. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar.

I removed my t-shirt only to let out a curse under my breath. I was left in my bra, and I looked at myself in the mirror, the gunshots were bleeding out.

How can I forget to get my bandages changed? I'm stupid.

I sighed again, and first cleaned my throat, holding my breath as the antiseptic worked on the cut.

After a few minutes, I again scanned the bandages wrapped on the gunshot wounds. It was two. The two bullets I took for my Jimin the last week because son bastard ran their tongue about him, an things turned messy. My amoré. But, he didn't know. He doesn't have to know.

I grabbed a new bandage from the first-aid, and tried putting the bandage myself.

Ugh! Damnit! Why am I so clumsy?

I can handle guns, knives, daggers. Even the most seasoned enforcers. I have killed them with a snap of my wrists, but this is pure damnation. I can't handle these bandages.

Now I have no choice, but to call for him. He's a nurse and now it depends on him if he'll help me or let me do it myself. I hope he'll help me.

I slapped myself internally before calling out.

"Amoré...?"

No reply. I called out again from the bathroom.

"... Jimin-ah...?"

A beat passed.

"What?" he replied, his voice low and emotionless. I exhaled through my nose.

"Can you... Come in here for a moment?" I asked, and waited for him to either refuse or come in.

"Why?" he asked.

"Can you just come in?" I replied.

Another beat passed...then another...

Until his bare feet padded towards the bathroom. I waited patiently. I can never be impatient with him.

The footsteps stopped out of the bathroom door for a second before the door creaked open which was still slightly ajar.

He saw me and froze. He's eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I followed his gaze.

A slow smirk curled up the corner of my lips. He's staring at my curves, and I was still in my bra and sweatpants. Well, I won't blame him. I've got a pretty handsome body.

I cleared my throat to snap him back to reality. His eyes trailed up and locked with mine. I winked at him, and he flinched. His ears burned pink and I chuckled.

"W-why did you call me?" he stammered. I held up the bandages in my hand, dangling it in front of him as if he is a kid, and the bandages are a jar of Cheetos.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"What?" he asked. I turned around so that my back faced him, and I swear I heard his breath hitch.

Two gunshots. He saw it. But didn't know I took those for him.

I looked at him over my shoulder, and raise an eyebrow. Then, I asked...

"Help me?"

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