Wiping the sweat from above his brows, he looked around in a rushed manner. His eyes locking in with the angry man bolting after him.
Gulping spit down his cold dry throat, he took off. One foot going in front of the other. His hands going from cheek to cheek to get himself a longer stride.
But the question is, why is he running?
"GET BACK HERE YOU CUMSLUT MONEY-SUCKING WHORE." Oh right. The words hurt, they dig deep down into the teen's heart as he turned down an alley thinking it was another corner.
"Fuck." He pants and gripped his brown locks. His eyes scanning the three corners while a man skids to a stop a few feet in front of him.
"There you are." He grinned and the smaller gulped, taking a side step towards the ladder on his left. "Come home child either by yourself or dragged. I'm being nice here so pick." The man growled, watching as the other shook his head.
"I'm not going back!" He snapped and jumped up onto the ladder. Quickly climbing up, barely dodging the hand coming for his foot.
With a roll to get onto the roof, the teenager finally let out a breath of free air.
"I did it!" He giggled, letting a small squeal as he kicked his limbs up into the air happily before completely relaxing his body and looking at the other buildings around him.
He sat there for what felt like a couple of seconds, allowing his body to relax when a dark figure jump over his head and land right between his legs making him scream.
The figure looked down and rose a brow at the smaller, shocked and a little intrigued.
"I-It's you." He smiles widely and popped up making the figure pull out his gun. "Holy shit!" The smile dropped with the weapon being pressed against his forehead.
"Who are you?"
That question. Does he want to answer? No. Will the teen have to? Probably.
"P-Park Jimin. I-I need h-help. I have money?"
"Hm, how much?"
"55,096 won." The man dropped the gun to his side with a hum. He didn't say anything but stepped back and took in Jimins appearance.
"Skinny, short, overgrown clothes with holes. There's a bruise on your cheek, a cut on your forehead, marks on your arms and legs. Bags under your eyes and hair to your shoulders... and no shoes... Abused, older sibling?.. No. those closes are older.. your father perhaps? Been locked away, like Rapunzel, you have to stay awake since you can't fight back." He lifted Jimins arm and put his hand around his bicep. "Malnourished. How do you know me?" The smaller gulped and pulled his arm away from the masked man.
"I've seen you around Mister. For a killer, you're not very good at hiding." Jimin chuckled but stopped at the sound of a growl.
"What do you want from me before I put a bullet through your goddamn skull."
"I-I want you t-to take out m-my parents." The killer turned away and looked out to the stars above.
"Do you know what your asking?" Jimin nodded confidently.
"I would have come to you sooner if I didn't take the time to think this through. Can you do it or not?" He snapped, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"You remind me of someone close so I will but not tonight. You can go home and-".
"GO HOME? DID YOU NOT HEAR A WORD YOU SAID EARLIER. ABUSED. MALNOURISHED!" The killer spun around and grabbed Jimins throat, pushing him to the ground while climbing on top of him.
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The Mini-Me Team // Yoonmin
Fanfiction"If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault." Jimin rolled his eyes and moved away from the older. "That's cool, I wouldn't mind having company while being a ghost." ~•~•~ After Jimin is taken...
