PREVIOUSLY:
"WHATEVER. JUST GET UP HERE BRAT!" Yelled back Seokjin. With all the yelling going on Mitzuki had started to come around, his head pounding from the smoke he'd inhaled as well as from being dehydrated.
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Kim Mitzuki's P.O.V.
My head fucking hurts. I don't remember much after the antibiotic and anesthetic injections the Nie's had given me. Groaning in pain I moved my arm stiffly to rub my face but my hand was firmly enveloped in a soft warmth, something warm was pulled off my head as a cool cloth replaced it. I huffed in relief as the pain behind my eyes eased, I murmured my thanks. A cool drink of honeyed water was given to me with a straw and I was obviously needed it because after a few long swallows the cup was empty.
"Can I have more please?" I asked softly, receiving a nod and sweet smile from my Suga in response.
"I'M HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!!" A loud voice boomed from the doorway making me flinch and cry out, hands reflexively shielding my ears from the noise and my body curling in on itself.
A low growl came from my side before I felt the warmth leave my hands before hearing someone get punched, cursing and joking pleads for them to 'stop hitting me'. The warmth returned to my hand after a short time and another hand gently rubbed my back. Unfurling like a leaf I opened my eyes, after struggling sit up I looked around curiously, not sure what room I was in. After re-orienting myself I realized there were six people in the third room upstairs, the one that I'm pretty sure was locked when Yoongi and I arrived.
I shrunk into myself when I discovered there were two unfamiliar people in the room with the Nie's, Yoongi and I. I tried to shuffle back off the bed but stopped when I hit a warm body behind me, I looked to see Namjun behind me, he then wrapped his arms around me to stop me from falling - or fleeing. I'm not sure which it was.
Two males stood near the wall; one with his hands tied behind his back with some sort of rope that also tied around his neck and his waist and a taller one who was pinned by Min Suga, who'd grabbed him by his shirt collar with one hand. Seokjin was glaring at the shorter guy (who was currently tied up) and I swear that if looks could kill, this guy would be dead and his ashes blowing away in the wind by now.
The tied up guy wasn't the tallest of the pair, only about 5'8". His hair was an ordinary shade of chocolate brown though his eyes were a dark grey, almost black, his clothing style was entirely forgettable as well; wearing loose fitted dark blue denim jeans, a dark purple tee-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie on. Totally forgettable if you didn't look too closely but the only thing I found unforgettable about this person was the camera he had dangling from a strap around his neck. I swear I've seen it (or one just like it) before.
The taller one was about 6'1" and held against the wall by his collar, he had longer shoulder length violet hair, half up in a man-bun, and was grinning like an idiot at the scene. He had deep blue eyes and was wearing suit pants and a baby blue business shirt, sleeves rolled or folded up to just below his elbows. When his deep blue eyes met my own his smirk faltered and he seemed to use the wall as a prop.
"Joon is that Mitshshmgi?" His words were muffled by Yoongi's hand slapped over his mouth as soon as he started to call me by my name.
"It's okay Lan. It's your step-brother in law, my cousin Jeongguk. Do you remember him?" Namjun half explained, half asked, he stressed the word 'LAN' so hopefully Jeongguk would get the hint that he wasn't to call me Mitzuki. The red head earning an envious look from Yoongi when he wrapped his arms around my waist to comfort me, frowning I shook my head no. Yoongi spoke next.
"You remember that short-ass punk in the year below us that always hung around us like a bad smell, and always sauntered around bragging about how many biscuits he could fit in his mouth at once so often that you gave him the nickname Kookie?" I thought for a minute, the words bringing back a vague image of a face and a voice, finally I nodded and smiled a little at a memory that came back too. It was like a light bulb had been switched on in my brain, I think I remember the guy now..
"Oh, I think I remember now, is he the tiny dude I beat in a cookie eating competition from when I won like two hundred bucks that one time? Wait, isn't he your step-brother or something?" When Namjun and Yoongi laughed I knew it was the same guy. Suddenly my Suga pulled his hand away from Jeongguk's mouth and looked at it disgustedly before wiping it on the offenders baby blue shirt, leaving a wet mark.
"That's fucking gross! What are you, two? Feral?" The vibrantly haired male laughed and held his hands up.
"Ya know I'm feral, bro! Hahaha! And yup that was me ah-Lan, I still want a rematch man. Is it really you though, for real? I.. You.. You just vanished man. You left us and I thought you like, died or something. No-one could get in touch with you again after that." His face had a hurt look on it, like he was a puppy I'd abandoned or sent to the pound.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I just left like that. Stuff happened and I had to go abroad for a while, but, uh, I'm back now." I felt Namjun's large hand rubbing comforting circles on my back, I held my hands out to my Suga and he came over to me, sitting gingerly on the bed and leaned gently against my side before Namjun wrapped a comforting hand over Yoongi's hip too.
"The fuck are you doing here? Is the Restraining Order against you not clear enough to express how much we DON'T want you near us? Too simple? Maybe I need to kill you instead, huh. Can't say I haven't been looking forward to this for a long time."
Seokjin was glaring at the other male, hands on hips and his aura was dark and stormy, the kind you don't want to mess with - ever. The tied brunette smirked.
"Don't you want to know why I'm here, Princess?"