Cannibal II Yoonmin

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The smell of nature made it's way up the seventeen year old boy's nostrils. He inhaled deeply, his lungs thanked him for the gift.

"Was this why the ride was so long?" Jimin asked as he approached Yoongi on the other side of the vehicle. The older man took of hold of the younger's hand with his as he answered the question.

"I think you'll like here much better." He said as he pointed to a small run down building. Hand in hand they walked inside to be greeted with poor lighting and the smell of smoke. A woman held a cigarette to her lips as she sat on the counter, her legs dangled while her boots hit the surface. A man with raven colored hair laughed behind her. 

"Getting the party started early guys?" Yoongi chuckled as he approached the two. The woman's fierce eyes fell instantly to Jimin, she smiled at him.

"Whose this?" she asked in a menacing yet addicting voice. "He looks like a doll."

"Yeah whose the boy Yoongi, this is the first time I've seen you bring someone new." The man behind the counter eyed Jimin curiously as well. Clearly the duo were very interested to know who the young boy with bright pink hair was.

"Heize this is Jimin." Yoongi pointed to the blonde, she nodded at him. Jimin returned the odd greeting with a shy wave in her direction. Yoongi then pointed to the man behind the counter. "And that's Dean." The man held up his two fingers, again Jimin returned the odd greeting with an awkward wave.

"Well you're small and cute aren't you?" The woman said. She handed the cigarette in her hands to Dean who held it up to his lips to finish it. "Come on I'll set you up outside."

Jimin waved goodbye to the man behind, he winked in return.

They walked out a different door which led them to the backside of the building. It was an open space with small stations. People stationed within them, pointing guns in the same directions while others conversed in groups of two or three around them. Both men woman of all ages stood around with a drink or cigarette in hand. Out looking those open cubicles were targets in silhouette shapes of upper human bodies.

"Kid knows how to shoot?" Heize asked as they walked past some people hanging around. They passed through a group of four girls then a group of thirteen boys. None seemed bother by the fact that they'd been interrupted by three passing bodies.

"He knows very well, he's a natural just like me." Yoongi said proudly, he gave the boy's hand a squeeze.

"You a natural? Yeah right!" The woman laughed obnoxiously. "You almost shot me once!"

"Yeah cause you were drunk and acting like a bitch."

"Listen here Min Yoongi why don't keep your mouth shut before I break it with one of these guns." She picked up a pistol and held it to his face. Yoongi put his hand above the gun and held it to his mouth.

"Go ahead."

Jimin grasped his hand tightly in fright. He began to to panic, begging the woman to stop. A smile grew on her face which led her to a fit of laughter, Yoongi joined.

"What's funny about that!?" Jimn looked at the pair confused. The woman leaned against a table loaded with weapons as she held her stomach. Yoongi shook his hand in defense, he assured Jimin they were safe.

"They don't have bullets." He took the gun from the woman's hand. He held it to her and pulled the trigger. Jimin closed his eyes shut and screamed.

"Baby she's fine, it wasn't loaded." He held the weapon out for the boy to hold. "Nothing see."

"Don't worry kid I don't take out those who owe me money until their due date is up." She looked at Yoongi. "Speaking of, you know when yours is?"

Yoongi pulled the woman aside leaving Jimin to stare at the guns lying on the table. He creased their surface briefly all while exploring their features. His eyes landed on a gun with a silver slide. He picked up the weapon, feeling it's weight in his hand.

"You want to shoot that one?" Yoongi asked, the woman no longer with him. Jimin shrugged, he had picked it up out of pure curiosity. The elder turned around to the table to pick the magazine to insert into the empty gun.

"That's a desert eagle." He said pointing to gun as they moved away from the set up. "point forty four magnum, L six."

Jimin had no clue what all the numbers meant but he tried him best to not look clueless. They walked towards the end of where no people were near. Jimin stared out at the green grass as well as the targets that he'd seen at the indoor shooting range.

"Do you need me to teach you how to shoot again baby?" Yoongi smirked as Jimin stared at the gun nervously. He shook his head, he turned back to face the targets. Yoongi's words replayed in his head as he prepared to shoot. Then he set the gun down on the plank.

"Why was Jungkook in your bed this morning?" He asked, no longer was his usual self in control. Jimin was unsure of what had came over him to ask such a question with the tone he'd done so yet he didn't take it back. The boy's curiosity had gotten the best of him and now he expected an answer.

"He knew I drank last night so he came over to make sure I wasn't dying." Yoongi stepped closer, invading his space. "Why?"

Jimin stared into his eye's, observing how loosely his eyelids hung and how his jaw fell ever so slightly. 

"I was just wondering."

The older man snickered. "Are you sure you're not jealous?"

"I'm not, I just wanted to know why he was in your bed in your clothes."

"Great since we're asking questions then I just want to know why I found you in Jin's clothes at his house?"

Jimin eyed him closely, clearly the question was not sincere. He answered it regardless.

"I was wearing church clothes because that was what where I was suppose to be when I went to see you. Maybe it was a mistake doing that since someone else was already to care for you."

The young boy's initial daring stare became fierce. He eyed the man before him with furrowed eyebrows and a sense of authority. Yoongi's lip rose to one side creating a smirk, Jimin turned away from him. He picked up his protection gear, ignoring the hand that had landed on his hip. Through the corner of his eye he caught sight of Yoongi's smirk growing wider just as he raised the gun. He prepped his mind for the shot. 

The bullet pierced the head of his target.  

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