The cocking of a gun wakes me. As I open my eyes I see Jungkook standing near the dresser, his white dress shirt unbuttoned. His hair is messy, pants still unzipped as they rest on his hips, his belt unbuckled.
"What are you doing?" I croak out. His eyes snap to mine, realizing I'm awake.
"We're getting ready to go back to Korea," he says laying his gun down and picking up his suitcase. Shifting in the bed, I sit up. "Already?"
"Yeah, we've stayed long enough." Jungkook seems terse today. I wonder why he's tense. Is it because of the trip back? Will Enigma be there waiting when we return?
"You're bleeding," I point out, noticing the red spot under Jungkook's arm. Jungkook pauses lifting his arm to inspect it. I slide out of bed and pad over to him. He watches me as I approach. Grabbing his shirt I pull it to the side to reveal his wound. Not too bad. I think to myself. At least my stitches haven't come out. I think smirking to myself.
"Let me fix it," I mutter looking closer to make sure there is no infection. "I didnt clean it last night," I point out. Jungkook looks up at me, a smirk pasted on his face.
"Well, you were kind of distracted." Rolling my eyes, I brush past Jungkook to head to the bathroom for the first aid kit; he follows at my heels. Bending over, I open the cabinet and inspect its contents. A smack jerks me forward.
"Jungkook," I sigh standing up, turning away from him. He shrugs, "what? We're a thing now, cant I appreciate what's mine?" He asks giving me one of his classic domineering gazes. Setting my jaw, I turn and bend again to try to find the bandages. I hear the toilet seat creak as jungkook sets himself on top of it.
"You look nice I'm my shirt," he mutters. I pause, grabbing the fabric on my body realizing that this shirt is in fact Jungkook's. Biting my lip, I continue to search for my supplies. In my search I hear the doorbell to our room ring, Jungkook starts to get up but I push him back down. "You sit, I'll be back,"
"Dressed like that?" he questions. I ignore him as I head out of the bathroom. Rolling my eyes I walk toward the front and look in the peep hold. It's the boys. Pushing the lock out of the way I open the door to them. RM sees me first, smiling.
"How have you been?" he asks as the boys enter.
"Not too bad," I reply closing the door after them. Yoongi finds my gaze, I watch as he first sees Jungkook's shirt and then examines my body for bruises or cuts.
"I am fine Yoongi, Jungkook has not hurt me," I say evenly. Yoongi eyes me once more. "I can tell," he deadpans as he squints.
"Alright," RM says clapping as he heads into the living room. "Now that we got that out of the way, lets discuss our plans."
"Hold on, I have to clean jungkook up," I say walking back to the bathroom.
"He cut himself open again?" Jin asks following me.
"No," I shake my head, "I didn't clean him up last night,"
"And why is that?" Jin prods. I bite my tongue trying to find an excuse.
"Um, I got distracted?" I word it as a question.
"Why?"
"Um, cause Jungkook was in the shower and I realized I needed to clean it and I walked in on him showering and-," I blurt out.
"Ah, I see," jin says understanding my situation. I can feel him smiling behind me.
I grimace as I enter the bathroom, Jungkook must have heard my dumb excuse. He looks up at me, then past to make eye contact with Jin.
"Ah, so you're all here now," he says looking at his lap.
"Yes," Jin replies, leaning on the counter. Eyeing the two, I pull out the betadine, cotton pads, gauze, and tegaderm.
"Take your shirt off," I ask jungkook. He complies. He lifts his arm to let me work. I kneel before him between his legs as I work on his side. Taking the betadine, I pour some on the cotton pad, pressing it gently to my stitches. Jungkook hisses.
"It still hurts,"
"yeah well if you weren't so excited last night, it wouldn't be like this," I retort. Jungkook glares down at me for speaking of our sex infront of Jin. I ignore his gaze as I dab his wound.
"Can everyone hear me?" Namjoon says as he sits on the couch.
"Yeah," we reply.
"Okay, so we're going to travel back to Korea tonight. We have to go at night because we're being followed.
Everyone should pack their stuff up now. Suga Jin and Jimin are already packed. Tae look and Chandra need to pack.
Well go in teams. kook Chandra and Suga will go as one. Jin and I will go as another. And Jimin and tae will go as a third.
Do not talk to each other from outside your group. If one of us gets caught we need to stay separate. When we land we will still be in individual groups. We won't meet back up till we're at the house again. I have contacted some friends and they have been keeping an eye on our house making sure Enigma hasn't snooped around." Namjoon takes a breath.
"Don't pinch my stitches," jungkook mutters softly looking at my work as I clean his wound.
"Chandry, is Kook healed enough to fight?" Joon asks picking his nails.
"Yeah, not hard though," I reply placing gauze on his cut.
"Okay, Suga, keep an eye out when you three are traveling." Namjoon states as Suga nods.
"Okay, are we all ready?"
"Yup." Jimin chirps.
"Yes." Tae confirms.
"Yeah," Suga sighs.
"All good here," Jin says calling from where we are in the bathroom.
"Good. Pack and rest for the trip okay everyone?"
"Okay," the group replies. Joon nods as he stands up from the table.
Focusing on my work, I finish taping jungkook’s bandage.
"Do you have everything packed?" He asks looking into my eyes. His brown pupils seeming into my soul.
"No, I've been busy," I reply resisting the urge to smirk. He nods.
"I'll help you," he says standing up and offering me a hand. I grab it and pull myself up.
"Alright, lets get packing!"
