I'LL LET THE WORLD BURN... for you ⋆ym⋆

1. misunderstanding

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Jimin feels a pounding pain in his head as consciousness begins to return to him. His eyelids feel heavy, as if they refuse to open. With his best efforts, he was finally able to open them, only to be met with a blurry view; he blinked his eyes several times before his eyes fully adapted to the new environment.

His heart rate quickened as his mind noticed the unfamiliar surroundings, and the previous event gradually began to play in his head. For a few seconds, he found his body immobilized in its place, while countless thoughts raced through his mind.

He could only think of one thing right now: he was still being held captive by that jerk.

He finally took his feet off the bed and got up, using the bed frame as support; even though he stood gently, his head began to feel dizzy. His body begged him to lie down and rest, but he couldn't do so because he was in such danger.

He looked around the room and saw that it was very simple and dull, with only a large bed in the center and two bedside tables. The walls were painted light gray, and there were no pictures hanging.

He feared the door would be locked, yet it opened simply with a twist. He peeped through the small door crack but wasn't able to see anything, so he opened it wider and went outside, discovering that he was on the second floor of the house.

He made his way down with caution. The living room just included one large sofa set in the center, and a kitchen in the left corner. He was happy that he didn't see anyone else, but he continued to walk on his tiptoes, trying not to make any noise.

His calm heart began beating again as he sensed another presence in the house.

He turned around with utmost silence, and then he saw him. A man, sleeping on the sofa. He held a cushion dear to his chest and rested his face on it, making it difficult for Jimin to see his face.

Jimin's gaze started scanning him from head to toe, as his gaze landed on the man's clothes, he flinched back slightly. The man's clothes were stained with blood. It confirmed his suspicion that this person was in fact his kidnapper.

He looked around and dashed to the door, believing that he could escape. But there was a password lock on it, which made everything even more suspicious. He stood there for a bit, feeling strangely calm.

He thought for a good minute before deciding to confront the kidnapper head on, despite the fact that the man appeared considerably more powerful and hefty than him.
And well, Jimin... He suddenly regretted all the time he had where he could have exercised to improve his physical fitness. Right now his strength was no better than that of a teenager.

He began looking for something he might use as a weapon. However, the house was so empty that only the necessities for survival remained. He went to the kitchen and opened a few cabinets to finally acquire a knife.

Jimin had never held a knife in his hands; this was the first time, and his first time also happened to be for his own safety. He held it in his palm and decided to go for it without much thought. He stood in front of the man, holding the knife in his right hand and the left hand on his heart to calm it down.

He drew his hand all the way back, preparing to utilize all his strength to attack his kidnapper.

" What do you think you're doing ?"
Jimin froze when he heard the deep voice. The knife, his heart beat, his blood, everything stopped in that moment.

The man in front of him raised his head from the pillow, finally revealing his face.
And when Jimin's gaze met with those feline eyes he felt his stopped world move once again.