Yoongi knew what a hangover was like and always assumed that being drugged was pretty much the same.
Wow, was he wrong.
The time between Jimin stealing him away from the five men to Yoongi being situated on the same man's couch was lost between a dizziness that made his limbs weak. Of course, still having at least a small bit of sense left in him, it was a given that he was going to be cautious around Jimin. His caution just ended up being little shoves to the man's chest in order to get him away.
Sleep was imminent, and the second Jimin moved away from the failed attempt to clean Yoongi up, the man passed out on the couch, gripping the black leather between his fingers with a deathly tight hold.
There was no dream that night. …show more content…
The brown haired man moved back a few feet from the couch, turning to lean against the armrest of the seat, looking down at Yoongi.
Releasing a stifled yawn, Yoongi was met with a stinging pain in his lip and cheek as he moved his facial muscles. Wincing, he raised a hand to the center of the pain, remembering that a cut in his cheek and lip were still present. "I tried to bandage them, but you were thrashing around half of the time." Yoongi looked up to Jimin, who was moving around the side of the couch to grab the four materials left of the floor, plus an additional water bottle. "Sit up," he commanded, and Yoongi narrowed his eyes before doing as told.
Jimin's hands reached for the washcloth, grabbing the fabric before pouring traces of alcohol onto it. Releasing a quiet sigh in preparation for what was about to come, Yoongi turned his lacerated cheek towards Jimin, who grabbed the man's jaw with one hand to pull him lower, using his other hand to press the washcloth into the pale flesh of his cheek. Yoongi flinched back by the quick sting, but Jimin's firm grip on his jaw made him steady himself again. Dabbing at it a few times, Jimin set the wash cloth aside to grab the gauze and tape, pressing the cotton material into Yoongi's cheek before setting strips of tape across his cheek to stabilize the …show more content…
"Also, you're going to help me."
Help?
This caught Yoongi off guard. For as long as he remembered, First Korea and Cypher Seven went to anyone else before requesting help from each other. Only in extremely special cases, where a contact that worked with both companies was in danger, did the two multi-million revenue groups work together in tandem.
"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi questioned, interested to hear Jimin's proposal. The man shifted to stare at Yoongi, leaning his head into the couch.
"Well, it isn't exactly a registered thing that you're going to help me. First Korea doesn't know about this, and neither does Cypher Seven." Oh, now this was interesting. A small truce between two rival hitmen that neither company knew about? This had already happened between the two of them, where Yoongi decided to not kill Jimin the first time they met, but by the way Jimin's attitude was conveying his motives, Yoongi knew this was more than an act of
Wow, was he wrong.
The time between Jimin stealing him away from the five men to Yoongi being situated on the same man's couch was lost between a dizziness that made his limbs weak. Of course, still having at least a small bit of sense left in him, it was a given that he was going to be cautious around Jimin. His caution just ended up being little shoves to the man's chest in order to get him away.
Sleep was imminent, and the second Jimin moved away from the failed attempt to clean Yoongi up, the man passed out on the couch, gripping the black leather between his fingers with a deathly tight hold.
There was no dream that night. …show more content…
The brown haired man moved back a few feet from the couch, turning to lean against the armrest of the seat, looking down at Yoongi.
Releasing a stifled yawn, Yoongi was met with a stinging pain in his lip and cheek as he moved his facial muscles. Wincing, he raised a hand to the center of the pain, remembering that a cut in his cheek and lip were still present. "I tried to bandage them, but you were thrashing around half of the time." Yoongi looked up to Jimin, who was moving around the side of the couch to grab the four materials left of the floor, plus an additional water bottle. "Sit up," he commanded, and Yoongi narrowed his eyes before doing as told.
Jimin's hands reached for the washcloth, grabbing the fabric before pouring traces of alcohol onto it. Releasing a quiet sigh in preparation for what was about to come, Yoongi turned his lacerated cheek towards Jimin, who grabbed the man's jaw with one hand to pull him lower, using his other hand to press the washcloth into the pale flesh of his cheek. Yoongi flinched back by the quick sting, but Jimin's firm grip on his jaw made him steady himself again. Dabbing at it a few times, Jimin set the wash cloth aside to grab the gauze and tape, pressing the cotton material into Yoongi's cheek before setting strips of tape across his cheek to stabilize the …show more content…
"Also, you're going to help me."
Help?
This caught Yoongi off guard. For as long as he remembered, First Korea and Cypher Seven went to anyone else before requesting help from each other. Only in extremely special cases, where a contact that worked with both companies was in danger, did the two multi-million revenue groups work together in tandem.
"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi questioned, interested to hear Jimin's proposal. The man shifted to stare at Yoongi, leaning his head into the couch.
"Well, it isn't exactly a registered thing that you're going to help me. First Korea doesn't know about this, and neither does Cypher Seven." Oh, now this was interesting. A small truce between two rival hitmen that neither company knew about? This had already happened between the two of them, where Yoongi decided to not kill Jimin the first time they met, but by the way Jimin's attitude was conveying his motives, Yoongi knew this was more than an act of