Infirmitas

Chapter 29: Forgiven and Forgotten

Jimin's POV

I stealthily walked towards the house in the middle of the garden. Jung Hoseok has been coming here back and forth during the first two years of Jungkook's recovery. It was only in the recent year that he stayed almost permanently. He could be hiding Taehyung, keeping him hostage.

I peeked through an open window in the living room and quietly snuck in. I checked each of the three rooms in the house. All empty. Then I heard a car coming in. I hid behind a wall and watched him. He brought groceries out of the trunk of his car. I dove behind his bar counter. He entered the house and walked into the kitchen. The smell of coffee wafted to my nose. I heard the clinks and clangs of utensils and plates.

"Do you want a toast?" He asked.

Is there someone else here?

"I know you're here...Jimin."

I stayed hidden.

"I saw you from the feed. I have cameras all over the place."

Fuck.

"Yoongi hyung said you're out of the country. He doesn't know you're here?"

I kept mum.

"You're looking for Taehyung?"

I contemplated. Should I come out?

"He was here."

What?

"Haven't seen him since he left."

Fuck it. "When?"

"Two years ago."

I went out of hiding.

"I don't know where he is anymore."

"Why was he here?"

"Waiting for Jungkook."

"Why did he leave?"

"I'm not sure. He just left without saying anything."

I stared at him, thinking. He smiled.

"You're Siren?"

My brows furrowed.

"You're the one who killed dad?"

I quickly pulled my knife out.

"It's okay. I won't kill you for that."

I stilled.

"You know why my father killed your dad?"

Because they're rivals.

"Your dad killed my mom."

What?

"My father killed yours for revenge."

He took a knife and cut a slice of butter.

"You killed my father for revenge. Jin hyung killed the Parks because you killed my father."

He was smearing jam on the bread.

"If I kill you, who will kill me? Yoongi hyung? Taehyung? Who will kill the one who killed me? You see, revenge is a cycle. I want ours to end with me."

"I don't regret it."

He placed cuts of bacons on top of the toast.

"I'm not asking you to. I'm not hoping you will."

"I won't ask to be forgiven."

"The thing about it is it can be given. Even when you don't ask."

He placed a plate of toast across the island.