SEVEN

Dammit.

Dammit.

He had a knife.

All three are now lying on the ground, knocked completely out cold with their bodies in unnatural angles. But one of them had managed to cut me deep in the side before I'd taken care of them.

"Park freaking Jimin," I hiss, pressing my hand to the curve above my waist. Now that the anger and adrenaline had both gone, it was hurting more than I'd expected.

I growl.

Why'd you even do that, anyway? You're supposed to be mad at him right now.

Breathing out angrily, I kick the knife to the side and drag my sleeve over my sweating forehead. My fingertips feel cold and wet with my blood as I wince, peeking underneath my hand.

It looked bad.

Pain slices me again from top to bottom, and I whimper as I lean my shoulder heavily into the wall. It hurt to walk— it hurt to even breathe.

It'd been such a long time since I'd felt like this.

"Seven."

I swallow back a curse when I look up, seeing the last person I wanted to see right now. And it feels like pure instinct that I force myself to straighten up, pasting a smirk on my face.

"Now you're talking to me, Min?"

He twists his features. "What do you—don't call me that."

I lean more into the shadows of the hall, hand still firmly pressed to my side. My clothes are black, and he hadn't seemed to notice yet.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm
talking about ." I say, sighing and making sure my expression is completely relaxed. "You've been ignoring me. Avoiding me. What's wrong?"

He bites his lip, looking at the floor. "I don't know what you're saying. We have to go practice."

"Min."

He looks up, and his eyes are round and all vulnerable for a second before slitting into an annoyed glare.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? It's cute." I say, shrugging as best as I can. My sentence slurs off a bit at the end, but he doesn't look like he'd caught on.

But a wave of dizziness hits me as soon as he turns around and starts walking towards the training room.

Dammit.

Sweat pours down my back as I swallow, looking up but feeling my eyes blur into a mess of gray.

Too much blood. I'd lost over my limit, a long time ago. It was a miracle I'd even lasted this long.

I'm done.

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JIMIN

"Hey.....Min...?"

Annoyance shoots through me again, and I whip around towards her direction. Did she not understand I didn't want her calli—

My eyes go wide when I suddenly smell blood in the air.

"Seven!"

I catch her just before she hits the floor, my eyes blurring with panic when the metallic scent grows stronger. When my sight darkens, I pull her to my chest with my breaths growing fast.

I can't lose her. She's hurt somehow, I can feel the blood on my hands.

How?

"Wait, hold on." I whisper to the air, but curse when my eyes don't follow. Was I panicking more than I thought? I couldn't be—

She's cold to my touch, and I blindly stumble up to my feet. I didn't have time to sit around until my sight came back— I needed to get her help. Or at least get her to Hoseok hyung.

She's hurt.

She's hurt so much.

My hands tremble, and I hiss out a curse when my shoulder hits the edge of a wall. The pain clears my mind a bit, and I see better.

"Hoseok hyung!"

I kick the door open, still holding her in my chest. He looks up with a confused expression, before seeing Seven in my arms with the side of her shirt completely darkened.

"Holy crap!"

"Can you help her? Hyung!" I shout when he stares in shock, my eyes wild. "D-Do I put her down on the bed or something? What should I do?!"

"Hyung!"

He gasps. "Yah! Infirmary, obviously! Does it look like I have medical supplies in my room?"

I hiss under my breath, pushing down the panic and anger as I turn and rush back out of the door. Of course— I'd been so stupid. I should've taken her there first.

"Jimin! Left!"

I hear Hoseok hyung running behind me, but I can only feel her blood soaking through my shirt. Her hand is loosely thrown over my shoulder, breathing in shallow gasps.

It was clearly a knife wound.

My lips twist in fury.

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SEVEN

"....."

"Ow."

"You're awake!" Hoseok's voice comes, and I force both of my eyes open to see his relieved face. "You have no idea how much you scared us! Jimin and I were—"

"Jimin?" I breathe, before I wince and rub my hand against my side. It's tightly bandaged, no red spots showing.

Hoseok nods. "He left right after getting you here. He looked mad. Honestly I don't think I've ever seen him that mad."

My eyes go wide.

"What? When?"

He was going blind! Had I just gotten myself wrecked over getting him out of trouble just to get him back in danger?!

"Just a few minutes—"

That's the last thing I hear from Hoseok before I jump out of bed, grinding my teeth through the pain as I run out of the door. A desperate call comes for me to stay, but my God, Park freaking Jimin.

I'd left those guys down on the ground, but not enough for them to stay that way. And there were still three of them, against a blinding—

I rush around the corner.

"Min...?"

Jimin looks at me in surprise, one of his hands wrapped around a begging assassin's neck. He blinks, silver eyes widening as it flickers to my exposed side.

He stands, letting go. His shirt's stained with red, and I realize that the guy he'd been holding down to the ground is that second rank.

"Seven, you—" My lips close by themselves as he wraps an arm around my waist, eyes fixed at the bandage. "You shouldn't be standing."

"I know." I say lightly, trying to forget about the look I'd seen in his eyes earlier. I lean into him like I always do, expecting him to wince and push me off.

But he doesn't.

My brow raises in amusement when he just pulls my shirt down to cover the wound, full lips pressed together in a worried line.

I can feel my own lips curving into a slight smile just watching him.

"Yah, Min." I say slowly, jerking my head towards the unconscious men. If I'd left them on the ground earlier, Jimin had completely buried them in. "Don't you think you were a bit too harsh?"

The worry flashes into coldness. "They don't matter. You shouldn't be standing right now."

His firmness makes my smile grow wider— it was like watching a little child tell me what to do in a way.

I chuckle, grasping his chin in my fingers. "Are you worrying about me, Min? Is that it? Because it's honestly cute."

"So."

"Will you tell me what's going on?"

His silver eyes turn dark, and I press his lips close when he starts to open them. I'd seen in his gaze already.

"Don't talk at all if you're just going to tell me everything's fine. Just don't talk at all, then. Because something is happening."

He sighs softly.

And I let go.

"Fine. I was avoiding you." He confesses, and I nod, staring at him to continue. "I—"

A hot blush suddenly flushes his cheeks, and it doesn't take me long to realize why.

Laughter bursts from my lips.

"You haven't kissed anyone before, haven't you?"

He turns his head to me, eyes wide. Anxiety fills the silver pools, and I just want to kiss him breathless.

"And you have?"

A teasing tone enters my voice.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Seven!" He hisses, and my side hurts from laughing as he tightens his grip on my waist. "I'm not kidding. Tell me."

"Let me kiss you first."

His flush gets even deeper then, and I love how he instinctively avoids my gaze when I draw closer. He was like the most innocent thing I'd ever seen.

"Promise you won't run away again." I whisper softly into his ear, caressing the curve of his pale neck as I brush my lips against his.

"Or I'm going to eat you alive, Min."