This story contains VminKook.

It was late at night. Currently 1:00 am. Whole city was drowned into the darkness, a cold winter breeze was making its way out there, ready to freeze anyone. No one dared to move from the spot where they were tucked under blankets. 

But all of this. A young lad of barely 22 years was patching up a wound while sniffing softly. The two strangers in front of him stayed quiet. One was severely injured but not even a grunt left his lips when he jabbed the cotton dipped in alcohol. 

What happened? What was going on? Who were they? Why was the boy sniffing? 

One of them strangers twirled the gun in his hand and stepped ahead. The young lad flinched when he felt the gun pressed against his side, under his rib cage. One hand slipping past and wrapping around his waist. He stood stiff. The male in front of him smirked and shook his head at the tactics of his fellow. 

"P… Please… Please.. Don't… D...don't kill m...me… I did… As you asked" Young lad stuttered, fear consuming him as his breath was ragged. "I know sweetheart, I know. You have been nothing but good. But the problem is,  you did everything we asked until we are here, would you do the same if we are not here?" The male asked from behind. 

His tone, dangerously calm and  sweet. His breath came out ragged as he closed his eyes for a moment. Slowly shaking his head in detail, he tried once again. "I..p...promise… I promise nothing will… Be… Le...leaked" He begged. The one of the other two chuckled, the one who was wounded. He softly took the young lad away from the other man's arms and pulled him towards him. 

"We treat our benefactors with kindness as we are men of our words. You helped us to hide and treated my wounds, you are our benefactor therefore, we will let you go but.." The wounded one trailed off. His eyes flickering to the young lad's body as he licked his lips. Leaning in a bit, he whispered. "Remember that you helped criminals, mafia lords indeed. The strict charges will be taken against you yeah? So don't pull any foolish acts and stay quiet. In return you will be under our protection. Under Kim and Jeon's protection" He said and the next thing the young lad knew, he was swinging in the arms of the dangerous mafia lord's arms. 

* * * 

The morning was bright as last night was rainy and everything was washed in the late night natural shower. The pink hues kissed the sky as birds chirped and the sun threw its rays on the sleeping people, awakening them from the peaceful slumber. 

In all of this, a young lad opened his eyes with a groan. His head was dizzy as he rubbed his eyes. Feeling pain all over his body and nausea in his system. He whimpered at the pain seething through his head, getting up from the bed and coming to the washroom. 

Sighing and yawning, he did his morning routine and came back to his room. He lived alone and didn't have anyone from his family. He was an orphan, found outside of a shop, this is what he was told. Not wondering or even getting worried for his parents or families, he never got worried for that. 

He was 18 when he left the orphanage, they gave him a built one storey where he lived and didn't have to worry about the rent. He was reading medical on the scholarship from Government, perks of being a topper from last 3 years and being intelligent. 

He halted in his steps when he took in the sight of his living room. Eyes frowning, when did he put all those equipment all over his table? Pouting in doubt and confusion, he started to grab each and everything off the floor. Scissors, tonic, cotton pads, sticks,  needle stand and everything from his medical kit was outside. Did something happen? He doesn't remember anything. What the hell happened? 

Releasing a shuddering breath, he started to put everything back. He was confused, anxious, surprised, shocked and horrified. Is it the result of some paranormal activity? Did someone break into his house last night? Shaking his head, he put all the equipment back in the medical kit. He took a step forward when he hissed, something was under his feet. Taking in what's that, it was an U.S.B, what the hell! 

He doesn't have any! 

Something is really wrong here. "Jimin! Do somthing! You are in danger!" He talked to himself and without thinking twice, he ran to the door. Coming out, taking a taxi and going to the police station, Jimin never noticed lingering camera lenses and a car following him behind. 

* * * 

"He has gotten to the police station, Good is that they all are immoral" Jeon chuckled, groaning when his wound ached. The same wound which was treated by the same young lad named as Jimin, last night. Jeon Jungkook, mainly known as Master Jeon, was the head of a Mafia Syndicate 'Golden Snakes'. His partner in crime and the co-leader and founder of 'Golden Snakes' was Kim Taehyung, preferably known as Master Kim or V. 

Last night, they were in a meeting when an encounter happened. Between rivals, Black Snakes and Scorpions were always rivals. They had a meeting which didn't go well and a fight broke out. Seeing the situation, both the leaders took a path to go and hide in a shabby Area of Busan, away from their main ones. They were not prepared for the attack, therefore, both were wounded and needed help from their men. 

Scorpion's men were wandering in Busan's streets and both the leaders needed help. Jeon was wounded and had one bullet pierced in his stomach, they couldn't take the risk to go to the Hospital. And when they saw a little clinic nearby, they both took refuge there. 

It was a nice apartment, a contrast to the area it situated in. What they didn't expect was to find a honey haired boy with big puppy eyes and soft squishy lips, with a petite figure and pretty frame. His shutters out of fear, his wide eyes in shock, his shaking small hands and teary poutes, everything was beautiful about him. 

He deliberately cleaned Jeon's wound and patched it up, but not having enough equipment, it was still in danger. The wound could be affected. Both the leaders contacted their men from that Boy's phone and took a promise from him not to tell anyone. But after they gave him an injection which could make him forget everything that happened in the last 6 hours, they still didn't clear out the scene. Which caused the cute boy to panic and rush to the police station.

"Yes sir, we have handled him." The person from the other line said. "That's good we wi-" but Kim was cut off by the same person. "I am sorry to cut you off sir, but there is something more." The police officer said.

"Go on" Kim said, getting his teeth annoyed. "He has an USB," the police officer said. "USB? Does it concern us?" Kim asked. "Basically yes sir, it has password and as a hint it gave us your Japan's north sea port address" Police officer said and then,

"Oh shit, where is it? Is it with you?" Kim asked as he glanced at Jeon who looked at him with frowned eyes. "Yes, yes, it's with me, we haven't opened it yet. Should I drop it by your side?" Police officer said with respect. "I am sending my men there, anything else regarding the boy?" Kim asked.

"No sir, that's all" the other one replied. "Good, satisfy him and make him go back," Kim stated. "Will make sure to do that sir, have a good evening ahead" he and Kim cut the call. 

"should we pay him a visit?" Asked Kim. Jeon smirked and shook his head. "He must be frightened after finding all his equipment out. But we gave him the tonic yeah? He will not remember anything, don't worry" Jeon said. 

"But have to admit he was the cutest baby, just like a kitten" Both the mobsters said in unison and laughed. 

* * * 

It had been nearly a month since that incident and truth to be said Jimin was paranoid. He even contacted the church to get his home sprayed with Holy water. His semester was closing as he had to join the hospital as an intern. Kim Seokjin, A well known Surgeon was selected to be his teacher and guide for the future. 

It was known that Seokjin himself chose his student and almost everyone fails his test. But Jimin was not someone usual. He was talented and the most intelligent among all the interns coming there to work under Seokjin. Doctor Seokjin chose him at first glance and Jimin was thankful for that. As expected, he cleared the test as well and for the seat under Kim Seokjin. 

It was his final semester and the division of marks would be on his performance in this one year. He hoped to get everything alright. 

* * * 

An accident happened and caught Seokjin by hand. His arm was fractured therefore he couldn't perform a surgery for one of his special patients. 

"I myself am recommending you that boy, he is so good and has a grip on handling the situations" Seokjin favored his student as the boy in front of him shook his head. "This is serious Jin, we can't just let any intern operate on Kim, he got two bullets in his back" Namjoon, the right hand man of Kim and Jeon said. Seokjin sighed and pinched his nose's bridge. 

"He is good Joonie~ I swear. Beside him, I don't have anyone trustworthy" Seokjin said. "Fine, but I can't promise you if he comes back alive," Namjoon said and stood up. "I dare you to hurt even a single hair on my student's body, I will rip you and your bosses. Got me?" Seokjin threatened and Namjoon chuckled.

"OK,OK I will take care. Now hurry up, call him. Kim is in danger" Namjoon said. Seokjin nodded and called Jimin to his own house in an emergency. 

Seokjin lived in a luxury part of the city, it nearly took Jimin 30 minutes to reach his senior's house. Upon reaching the big ass house which could be called a mansion, he noticed way too many cars. It was not his first time coming here and seeing Seokjin's rich collection but today was something else. 

He entered the room and saw a man in his 30's sitting beside Seokjin on the bed. Seokjin smiled in reply to Jimin's greetings as he patted on the spot beside him. Signaling the other man to leave them alone. 

"I need you to replace me for some time, Jiminie," Seokjin said. "Wh..what?" Jimin was left bewildered. How could he? "Please Jiminie, I don't have anyone whom I can trust with. Only you have this capability and skills enough to handle this surgery." Seokjin said. "You m..mean Lead the surgery?" Jimin asked, cowering in. Because he didn't want to take this much bigger responsibility on him. Not yet. He lacked professionalism and didn't have experience. Only helped seokjin in other surgeries but he never handled one himself. 

"Yes dear, I trust you with this, besides it is such a small surgery. I am sure, you can lead it easily" Seokjin patted his shoulder. 

And that's how Jimin found himself in a room full of medical equipment in none other than a worn warehouse where he was sure the patient must have died. But no, inside that worn out warehouse, there was a whole infirmary. 

The men with whom he came here were quick to guide him to the current room. Gulping down the saliva, he went towards the bed where a man was lying unconscious on his belly. He gulped and saw the wound on the side of the man, he was sure it was a bullet hole. 

"Hurry up, do it quick. We don't have a whole day". Jimin flinched at the voice and turned around to see a buff man standing there, looking at him with such an intense gaze, Jimin wanted to escape already. 

He put on the gloves and started to clean off the wound. His hands were shaking but he was trying his best to control himself. 

"I need assistance please" Jimin said, turning around to face the man who talked first as well. "Why? Aren't you a doctor?" The buff figure said, "I am, but doctors need assistance in surgeries as well," Jimin argued back. 

"Look here, Dr.Park Jimin" The buff man said, coming to stand in front of Jimin. Jimin gulped the face of this man, seemed familiar but how? Where do you see him? Have they encountered it before as well? 

"If we had enough doctors and assistance would we go around fetching them?" The man said and nearly hovered over Jimin's petite body. "Then why didn't you take him to hospital?" Jimin sassed back but widened his eyes and took a few immediate steps back. 

The buff man took out his gun, u did his safety and kept it under the chin of Jimin. Who widened his eyes and looked at the man with scared eyes. "Go ahead pretty boy, do whatever you need to do. He is bleeding and we don't want him dead" The man said and patted jimin's cheek with his gun, making shivers run down his spine at the cold metal contact with his warm skin.

* * *  To be continued * * *

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