Erroneous [Vminkook]

24: Every Breath You Take‼️

Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder

Jimin knew he was being followed.

Of course he knew.

He's been followed throughout his whole entire life, that's how his kidnappings usually starts off, so of course he is more aware and familiarized to the secretive eyes dragging him as he walked alone down the streets.

However this type of stalking feels quite different; the person isn't in a vehicle, nor a motorcycle. They're behind him, walking a great distance away with the calamity of the world just as he is.

Just following him, but not attempting to attack him.

It's been a while since Jimin has been walking now and they haven't made a move on him, at all.

Maybe they're waiting for him to be alone, right?

Like they always do, when they aren't in a crowd.

Maybe sneaking out of the mansion wasn't a good idea.

What did he expect?

Take a train to get the fuck out of here in hopes to disappear from the world?

There's no where he can hide without contacts.

He doesn't even know what motivated him to try to run away in the first place; maybe all the fighting that's been going on between the three of them lately? How unhappy he feels? How his freedom seems to be running more and more farther away the more this plan is delayed?

They won't stick to their word, he knows they won't and he will always be caged into this dark world, with no escape just like always.

He will never be free.

Namjoon made that same promise, and look where he ended up; Back to his fucking caged up world, with nowhere to escape.

So that was his motivation into dyeing his blonde locks to brunette and clipping a few ends off, shoved a fake pair of glasses to his face, stole one of Jungkook's enormous olive green hoodies and one of Karma's smallest black sweat pants. He packeted the bit amount of clothes he was gifted with, took a few pieces of bread with water bottles from the fridge and creeped out the window.

Maybe killed a guard on the way so he could be able to climb the fence without being stopped or caught.

Now he's starting to even regret his decision; He's never safe, never able to walk down the streets without it being a damn problem. They all know him, and they all want him.

Being free will never be an option for him.

No.

No!

No, Jimin won't be weak again. He has gone through enough bullshit with people treating him like some stupid doll than an actual human being. Not anymore. It's time to pursue his freedom, and live his life like how he wanted to.

So with that surging confidence, Jimin grabs the lace of his backpack hard and takes a sharp turn to a dark alleyway. He walks farther down to be away from the public, swings his backpack to the ground and pulls out his gun, turning around to instantly aim at the intruder, right when they were only a few feet away.

They froze.

"Stop fucking following me," Jimin growls angrily and removes the safety, "Before you end up becoming food for the stray dogs."

They didn't react instantly, probably didn't see the gun coming at all.

The man with the grey hood raises his arms up slowly, "You wouldn't want to kill me, JM."