"What the—"

The coffee cup I'm holding nearly flies into the air when something slams into my shoulder, and I barely balance it back as I watch Jimin in disbelief.

He's gasping.

"Yah! Park Jimin!" I turn around to see the nurse from before, her face red and confused. "What do you mean? Who's Jungkook?"

Jungkook?

"Sorry, Tzuyu!" He yells over his shoulder as he disappears down the corridor, yelping another excuse me as he slams into another nurse.

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V's POV

My eyes fly open when I hear the door slam against the wall. Sleep leaves me in a flash when I see a coated man, a furious expression on his face as he growls.

"Kim Taehyung, is it?"

Even though my mind feels cloudy with sedatives, it doesn't take me another second to figure out the entire situation.

It had been bruises on her wrists after all.

When the man turns back to leave, I grip his collar and pull harshly. Kicking the door close with my foot, I turn towards the surgeon with my eyes closed.

I open them, eyes slitted.

"You're the reason why Jimin's so afraid to step inside another hospital, aren't you."

"You're the reason to his trauma."

"You know him too." He hisses, getting back up to his feet. "Of course— you're the patient that freak treated."

A crazed grin splits his face.

"Good."

"This is very good."

I'd been expecting this— I hadn't been expecting him to be calm, to be collected. As he lunges at me, my fingers grasp around the collar of his surgeon coat.

My parents were much worse than him.

A yelp escapes his lips as I knock him off balance, my fist curled to slam into his face.

He's about to get knocked out.

Why is he smiling?

And then I see it, and my entire body goes taut as I glimpse the flash of silver between his clammy fingers. Silver— the color of knives.

The color of blades.

When I try to shift back, my vision suddenly splits in two. The entire world dips into a haze as I stumble, releasing his collar.

I can feel the ground under my palms.

And it's trembling.

"Did you really think I'm a doctor at this age for nothing?" He smirks, and I gasp when my breathing rapidly slows down, each breath tugging violently at my heart.

The IVs.

My hands are desperate as I run them across my forearms, trying to pull out the needles that are pouring in morphine into my body.

I should've known.

I should've known!

"It's really not your fault, I promise." I hear him when I look up at him with blinded eyes. "Its all Park Jimin's fault for treating you instead of me."

"Leave....him alone."

"Oh, don't worry about him." He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice when I cough. "He's the only person I'm going to leave be."

Only.

"No."

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Jimin's POV

I should've known.

Tzuyu's sobbing silently into her sleeve as I stare numbly at Taehyung's empty hospital bed, the IV tubes leaking morphine out onto the sheets.

The room smells like death.

Morphine overdose.

He'd known I was there. And then he'd went to V's room instead, with the intent of killing him all because I'd operated on him.

"Jimin." Mira rushes back to me, her eyes worried as they meet mine. "He's not going to die. The dose wasn't fatal."

"Now get that look out of your eyes because you're scaring me."

The dose would've been fatal. It would've killed V if hadn't Jungkook's patient smelled something— and hadn't found him trembling on the floor.

It's my fault.

"Y-You need to get away from me." I gasp, pushing away Mira as my mind runs blank. But it wasn't going to matter. He'd seen her in the shop.

She was now a target.

I need to think.

"Hyung." I barely recognize Jungkook's flat voice as he grips my wrist, tugging me out of the room.

"Let's talk."

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Jungkook's POV

Jimin hyung looks dead.

"Drink this," I say, giving him a cold can of soda and glaring at him when he doesn't even look at it. "Hyung. Drink it."

His eyes look unfocused.

"I-I can't be here." He mumbles, rising to his feet. His hands are trembling by his sides, and I bite my lip when I see him shivering. "I have to figure out his game. I have to— I have to..."

"Sit back down right now."

He finally seems to look at me when I freeze my voice, eyes wide and surprised as he stops in his tracks.

"Park Jihoon's currently operating. He can't hurt anyone else— and I've already gotten Dove, Mira, and Tzuyu to somewhere safe. V hyung's surrounded by doctors— not including Park Jihoon."

"So calm down, hyung. And drink that for the last time. I know it calms you."

"How...?"

"V hyung knew." I interrupt, and hyung's eyes widen as I continue. "He knew he was going to be targeted sooner or later, even though he didn't know he'd be first."

"He did see Tzuyu's bruises." Jimin hyung murmurs as his eyes deepen with thought. "And he knew about my trauma."

Jungkook nods.

"He wasn't sure who, so we talked about what had happened to Tzuyu. And then after that it wasn't hard to know what his relationship was to yours."

"And if he was that crazy to attack a high school girl over knowing you, then it was just a matter of time before something like this happened."

I can feel a bit of color find Jimin hyung's ashen cheeks, and sigh inwardly when I realize he'd been planning to face this all by himself.

Again.

Did he not even realize he'd tried to open the soda drink backwards?

"I know it's stressful, but you need to calm down. V hyung told me that after the first target, the most important thing I had to do was to let you think."

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Jimin's POV

I needed to think.

When I glance up at the clock, I realize that precious time is slipping away. Jihoon's assigned surgery ended in about three hours— and after that, no doubt he was going to make his next move.

I had exactly three hours to think up something that would keep Mira, Dove, and Tzuyu safe— and hopefully get him behind bars.

I can't believe this.

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Jimin's POV

1.5 hours later

Click.

"Hey— you finally called. What's wrong? What do you need?"

I sigh, biting my lip at how risky this was. So much things could go wrong— but if he kept to his morale, if he was still the Jihoon I know he is—

Then this would work.

"I need you to set up a voice recorder— a microphone. Where you are right now. Set as many as you can— and make sure it's hidden."

"And don't tell the others, Mira."