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“This is so amazing, how does this work?” A voice said.
Jin looked behind him in surprise, but before he could fully turn his head to look, he recalled Jungkook’s warning.
“Yeah, they’d target pretty much anyone. That’s why it’s so busy these days. Please be careful, hyung.”
Jin stopped his action midway and quietly (hurriedly) walked away so that the person won’t notice him. It was dark anyway, he could still go unnoticed.
He heard a crash from afar and it told him that the person hadn’t moved from his spot. It was probably one of the heavy pile of junks that fell down.
“What the fuck?” The voice said.
Jin halted, hiding in a corner before peeking at the guy. He was injured, just as Jin thought.
Should he go and help? The guy didn’t look like the type to be the mysterious attacker. With his slender legs and pretty much his figure. Jin would have assumed the person was female if not for the deep voice.
Jin gulped, before he could stop himself, his legs had already started to walk towards the stranger.
Said stranger was on his butt, sitting in the middle of street as he watched his bleeding elbow in amusement.
Jin frowned, crouching down to his level, “We should patch that up.”
The stranger looked up in surprise, and Jin was taken aback at the sight of his perfectly shaped face.
He wasn’t the only one who was surprised though, because the stranger sucked in a sharp inhale.
“Does it hurt?” Jin asked and then rolled his eyes at his own stupid question. “Come on, my apartment isn’t far from here. I’ll lend you another jacket, or hoodie, whichever.”
Because the gaping hole in his elbow and the bloody sleeve would definitely attract attention. Jin pulled him up, grabbing hold on his upper arm.
“Wow,” the stranger said.
Jin glanced at him in confusion, before looking in front again.
The killer must still be out there, and this stranger was sticking out like a sore thumb.
“You’re really beautiful,” he said.
Jin blinked, “Thanks?”
“Like, really—” he paused, “will you marry me?”
Jin pursed his lips, not taking the stranger seriously. Especially when they were both men.
Jin entered the building, greeting the nice old lady who lived by the entrance, and entered the elevator. He patiently waited for it to reach his floor, just the fourth, all the while ignoring the fact that the stranger had been staring at him the entire time.
“Come on,” Jin stepped out of the elevator, finding his apartment right away. He took his keys out from his pocket and easily unlocked the door. Jin motioned for the stranger to enter first, “Remove your shoes.”
The stranger blinked, not following. Jin sighed, it must be strange of him to lead a stranger back home. Jungkook always tells him not to take in strays.
Jin lead him inside, showing him to put his shoes on the side by the door, and then led the both straight to the bathroom. The stranger sat on the toilet seat, watching him as he rummaged for his first aid kit over the sink.
“So,” the stranger said. “Marry me?”
Jin almost dropped the kit on his face at the question, “No. You should take off your hoodie, I doubt your sleeves could go past your elbows.”
The stranger complied, and when it was off, Jin admired the grayish-silver hair he sported. He could never color his hair like that. He still remembered that time when he dyed his hair blonde, and everyone literally stared at him as if he was some kind of alien.
Jin watched as the guy struggled (more like fumbled) with his hoodie. “Really?”
The guy gave him a boxy, literally, grin. Jin bent down to reach for the bottom of his hood, lifting it up midway until he felt the guy lean close.
He squawked in surprise, jumping back. “Did you just sniff me?”
Jin narrowed his eyes at the guy, who somehow had a hazy look in his face. “I’m trying to help you, okay? Just don’t do anything weird.”
He quickly took the hoodie off him and washed his elbows, “That’s strange.” Jin turned his arm around to take a closer look, “I’d have guessed the wound would require sutures, with all that bleeding.”
The guy pulled his arms back, “It’s probably not that deep.”
Jin rolled his eyes, setting aside his needle driver and suture materials. He grabbed his arm, disinfecting the elbows for him because all the guy did was stare at the things inside the basic first aid kit.
He placed ointment over it and wrapped a band aid over.
“You really won’t marry me?” The stranger asked him, almost pouting.
Jin gave him a flat look, he’s worst than Jungkook, he knows that for sure. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Taehyung,” he said almost immediately.
Jin sighed. “Okay, look here, Taehyung. We just met literally twenty minutes ago, and you’ve proposed to me a total of three times. Don’t you think that’s a bit too much for a joke?”
Taehyung frowned at him, “It’s not a joke.”
“Right,” Jin said. He walked outside of the bathroom, searching for the spare white shirts Jungkook always stashed in his apartment. When he found one of them and grabbed one of his own sweatshirts, he tossed it to Taehyung, who was still sitting on the toilet seat.
“What’s this?” Taehyung asked, and then proceeded to sniff the shirt before pulling it back in disgust. “This isn’t yours.”
Jin blinked, “Yeah, it’s Jungkook’s. That’s still clean though, he never leaves unwashed laundry here.”
Taehyung scowled, “I don’t want to share.”
Jin wanted to ask him what exactly did he mean by sharing, because it’s Jungkook’s shirt and it’s supposed to be Jungkook saying that. Not Taehyung who’s just borrowing a shirt.
“I don’t want it,” Taehyung said, unceremoniously dropping the white shirt on the floor. With Jin’s sweatshirt, Taehyung pulled it over his head.
“I thought so,” Jin commented when it had gotten stuck. He helped Taehyung put on his favorite Puma sweatshirt, “You should leave before it gets any late-r.”
“I have to leave?” Taehyung asked.
“Don’t you have to get home?” Jin said.
He watched as Taehyung loudly sighed, slumping his shoulders. “I don’t want to go home, they’re just going to yell at me.”
“So, you ran away from home?” Jin raised an eyebrow. “I don’t let runaway’s sleep here, it’s a rule. Everyone knows that, no exceptions.”
Taehyung scowled again, “You let other people sleep here?”
Somehow, Jin had the impulse to explain it to him. “I have a guest room.”
“Can’t I stay there?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah, no.” Jin said, “It’s late, Taehyung. You should go home.”
Taehyung grumbled incoherent words under his breath. When Jin was about to close the door, he grabbed the door frame and the door. “You never told me your name.”
“Oh,” Jin said. “Jin. My name’s Jin.”
Taehyung grinned, “I’ll visit again, Jin!”
And if he really does, Jin would have to tell him that Taehyung owes him a ‘thank you’ and that Jin was obviously older than him so he shouldn’t call him by his name so casually.
“Don’t do it if you’re running away,” Jin warned. “I’m serious. Don’t.”
Taehyung chuckled, licking his lips before waving at him and disappearing around the corner of the hallway.
The next day, Jin was awoken terribly by the mass ball of muscles and energy called Jeon Jungkook.
“Hyung? Are you here?” Jungkook’s voice filled his apartment loud and clear.
Jin groaned, turning on his bed and burying his head under his comforters. He was slowly pulled back into sleep until the little devil grabbed it off him.
“God, Hyung, wake up!” Jungkook said. “Come on, you’ve got to hear this!”
Jin begrudgingly sat up the bed, rubbing sleep of his eyes as Jungkook jumped on the space beside him, bumping on his hips and shoulders.
“Someone was attacked again last night, see?” Jungkook shoved an iPad in his face.
Jin pulled his head back to see the article closely, not seeing the entire point, he turned to the younger guy who was looking at him expectantly. “So?”
Jungkook dropped his iPad and shook him on his shoulders, it effectively took away all remains of sleep in Jin’s head. “I thought it was you, hyung. I was so scared you know! Someone reported that there were a lot of blood near the junk space a few meters away from your apartment.”
That must have been Taehyung’s blood. Jin knew it was too suspicious that that much blood didn’t require and stitching.
“And?”
“I couldn’t just run over to check on you while I’m in the middle of my shift,” Jungkook said.
“Of course you can’t,” Jin agreed. Then he smiled, ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “Thank you for worrying over me, but I told you I’m the last person you’d expect to be attacked.”
“Are you kidding me? You scream ‘victim’ like there are arrows with bright lights pointing at you.” Jungkook said, and then determination filled his eyes. “I’m telling Yoongi-hyung that you’re going to crash in his place until the preparator’s caught.”
Jin scrunched up his nose, “I’m not going to stay with your chief.”
“But Yoongi-hyung was a military chief in his army service,” Jungkook said. “You’re not looking down on him because of his height, are you?”
Jin snorted, Yoongi isn’t exactly the type of person a normal citizen would look down on. Heaven knows his glares could kill.
“I’m saying no because we aren’t even that close.” Jin said, shoving the younger boy off his bed. He stood up. “And, because I’m perfectly safe in here.”