It is, in fact, Mina.

That one crazy hoe from the tattoo shop that asked if you were underaged.

That one crazy hoe from the tattoo shop who you didn't recognize without her chest out and a seductive look painted across her face.

That one crazy hoe from the tattoo shop that you thought hated your guts because you dared to step foot into the tattoo shop in the first place.

So why on this freaking green earth is she helping you right now?

All you do is gape at her like a water-starved fish as she directs you down the road, keeping an eye on the street behind you to make sure the drunk men aren't following.

"They left," says the guy that came with her. He's one of the biggest men you've ever seen, towering over you and Mina like the Jolly Green Giant. "You're okay to relax now."

When he says relax, Mina takes that as a cue to edge her hand away from you and cross her arms over her chest, scowling like you've burned her.

"You idiot," she grumbles. "What are you doing walking alone at night?"

"Wha...how...how are you even here right now?" is all you can stutter out.

The simple fact that she stumbled upon you and decided to help in a time of trouble...

Fate and chance are playing some seriously whacked out games with your head.

"I live here," Mina sighs. She takes in your haggard appearance, noticing with sharp eyes that a smear of blood is wiped on you pants. "Are you bleeding?"

You don't answer the important question. "You live here? So you take a bus all the way into the city to get tattooed by those seven idio-"

"Deliciously gorgeous gods?" Mina cuts you off, curling her lip up. "That's what you were going to say, right? The answer is yes. They're gorgeous. I go. It's not even that far of a ride though."

The man with you snorts. "The fact that you have to go into the city at all is ridiculous."

"Thank you," you bark, extending to him the most well-deserved fist bump that's ever been given. The enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Mina rolls her eyes, pointing an indicative finger at the man. "This is my older brother, Wooseok. He's a delight."

"I am a delight," defends Wooseok, placing a massive hand on his massive chest. The sheer size of him is still amazing to you. He has shiny black hair that's cut off of his forehead, similar to the way that Namjoon wears his.

His voice is a trench of deep, rich tones.

"What are you doing out here?" the lovely Wooseok asks. Both he and his sister have taken notice of the blood stain on your jeans , and his eyes are pools of cautious black.

Ten bucks they think you murdered someone.

"I'm just passing through." When your vague answer doesn't stop the staring, you sigh and admit grudgingly, "I might have also fallen out of a very tall tree. And hit a few branches on the way down."

"A...tree?"

Mina smacks a hand to her forehead.

Wooseok, on the other hand, furrows his dark brow in concern and leans toward you. "Are you hurt anywhere? If you come back to our house, we can help you."

Kind of, yeah. Just a little bit everywhere.

For a minute, you almost don't tell them anything. That heavy guardedness is rising up in your chest, whispering to you to not say anything and move on.

Mina's had contact with Bangtan before. She's laid out everything (and you do mean everything) before them, and tried to seduce them probably many, any times.

However, they also seemed to indicate that they aren't fans of her.

Should you trust her?

Then it comes back to you; the state that you're in. Thin scabs have moved over your cuts, but they crack open with every other step. Your legs are trembling with exhaustion, and you can feel the cuts on your faces and the bruises on your body.

You're tired and hurt, and you only have enough money left for a bus ticket and another meal. You can't afford a room anywhere tonight.

Maybe you should take this opportunity while you still can. You can rest up and leave quick.
Honestly, there aren't many other options for you at this point.

"Okay," you whisper. "Thank you. I might need some help."

Mina huffs, but you don't fail to notice the concerned look that she's trying to hide in her eyes. Her brother is flat-out worried as he guides you by the shoulders, leading you in a different direction than before.

"It's this way," he says lightly. The three of you walk silently the rest of the way, ending at a small, tidy house. An old iron gate separates the house front from the road, cutting a tiny rectangle out of the city.

Your body aches in relief at the thought of sitting down and resting. You follow the siblings through the gate, wincing slightly at the unoiled squeak of the hinges as Wooseok closes it behind you.

The inside is small but warm, illuminated by a couple of overhead lights. It appears to be only three or four rooms in total, including a small living room that runs into a kitchen, separated by a bar. A couple more rooms are tucked out of sight down a hallway.

"It's nice," you say, because there's something about the atmosphere of this house that speaks of love and affection and family. It's a kind of familial warmth that you haven't felt before.

Maybe the group of hitmen you've just escaped from could create this sort of feeling, if they weren't swallowed by a massive house that leaves too much room in between them to build up an warmth. Your household growing up certainly never felt like this.

"Where are you hurt? Let me see it." The tall man takes the grocery bag of medical supplies out of your hand and browses through it.

Thinking about him tending to the wounds all up and down your back, as well as the scratches and smaller chinks down the rest of you makes your shake your head furiously. "You can't..."

"Oh." His ears turn an adorable red as understanding sets in. "Mina would be better, right? Because you're both girls."

With a glance at Mina, you reconsider letting her brother patch you up. She's plopped herself down in a chair in the living room, and she's watching you with unreadable eyes.

However, she immediately stands and holds her hand out for the bag of medicine. "Fine. Come with me."

When she snatches the bag from Wooseok's hands, some of the bandages tumble out onto the floor. They roll under the couch, as if they're doing their best to avoid interaction with Mina.

You wish you could follow them.

Instead, you go with the irritating woman down the hall and into the bathroom, standing awkwardly as she closes the door and shuffles through the things in the bag.  Her fingers stop moving for a moment. "Well? Show me where you need the bandages."

Grudgingly, you strip off the hoodie to reveal your torn shirt, then carefully take that off too. Some of the dried blood on the oozing wounds makes the fabric stick to you, so you have to be extremely careful when removing it.

You hear Mina gasp at the sight.

Even so, you continue on to toe off your shoes and slip your jeans down your legs, where some smaller cuts and scrapes litter the skin from thigh to ankle.

Taking a glance in the mirror, you get to observe your reflection fully for the first time.

Your hair is a bush of tangled knots, and there are a couple smudges of a dirt and blood mixture along your face and neck. A thin layer of just-hardening scab is creeping it's way over some of your scratches, but the big ones in the back are still fresh and red in the center.

Mina's reflection in the mirror is pale and wide-eyed as she stares at your back, her rosebud lips parted slightly to speak of her shock.

You meet her gaze, and something flows between you without words. Sympathy, and apologies dance along the silent air. You're wounded, and she's regretful, and both of you simply want to get this over with.

So, you incline your head in the slightest motion to forgive her for being so rude.

Mina bites her lip and pulls out a bottle of disinfectant.

It stings when she begins to apply the medicine, burning through your blood stream. You want to distract yourself until the pain's gone, so you ask, "Why do you go all the way into the city to get tattoos?"

Her hands stop for a moment, then start again. "The first time, I had just turned eighteen. We were in the city to celebrate and I wanted a tattoo, so we ended up there. I've gone back ever since."

"Just because they're good-looking?" After you ask the question, you wince at your tone. It sounds incredulous at her own shallowness.

Sighing, Mina says, "Yes. No. I don't know. There's just something about them. They're kind and they're always polite, and they do amazing work. As you've experienced."

She motions to your reflection, where the sight of Jungkook's design stands out on your skin.

"I'm sorry for being such a jerk last time we met," she continues on in a hesitant, soft voice. Maybe the sight of your skin tone and bleeding is reminding her that you're a person too, not some evil robot set out to steal her pretty men from her. "It's just...it's so easy to feel possessive of beautiful things, isn't it? Especially when you know that they'll never be yours. I know that's not a good excuse, but that's all I've got."

"You apologized," is your response through gritted teeth, clenching your hands into fists as another shard of pain pierces through you. "That's all that matters. I accept."

For the first time, Mina lets a smile slip out to direct at you.

Just then, the doorknob rattled and the door creeps open, revealing a black head and a roll of bandages. "Hey, I finally fished these out from under the couch and I...oh."

Wooseok gapes at you in only your underwear, his eyes hovering on the ink that winds its way up your thigh. He stays like that for a second, frozen and jaw hanging, before he squeaks and throws the bandages at Mina, retreating back out the door.

Once again, you and Mina lock gazes in the mirror.

This time, you both burst out laughing.

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