"I don't know what you want me to tell you but if you don't believe me then go ahead, do what you want to do, I don't care anymore".
"So you prefer to die then", he gave Jimin a menacing smirk while tracing the knife along his chest.
"Wish fulfilled...
A loud sound resonated in the room and four boys entered the room, panting heavily.
"Jeon, what are you doing, it's not his fault that his friend came to save him", Hoseok said while catching his breath.
"Please Jungkook let him go, he has already suffered a lot", Taehyung pleaded, looking at Jungkook with hopeful eyes.
"You are going to regret it Jungkook, if you pulled that trigger", Yoongi stepped near Jungkook trying to reason with the younger.
"Don't do this Jungkook, you are better than this", Namjoon said that only earned a chuckle from the younger's mouth.
"You are wrong Hyung, I am better.... Like this", he said as he pushed Jimin on the ground using his gun.
"Don't think it's over", he hissed crouching near him.
"I have been nice to you all this time because I owed it to Jihyun, but that debt is far paid. From now on, welcome to the real hell", he creepily smirked gripping Jimin's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes, who only looked back at him with emptiness and fear.
He harshly let go of him, moving out of the room.
Taehyung immediately rushed towards his friend who broke down in his gentle embrace sobbing out loudly. His heartbreaking sobs and muffled screams brought tears to all four boys standing around him. They all gave him a group hug, trying to comfort the small boy, who looked so fragile and broken in front of them.
"I am sorry Jimin, we couldn't protect you", Yoongi thought in his head as a small tear slipped from his own eyes.
"If only Jungkook could see the damage he is doing, to this angel in front of him", Namjoon sadly thought.
"Don't worry Jiminie, we are here with you", Taehyung whispered while stroking his hair.
Jimin was mentally exhausted now, seeking warmth in his Hyungs embrace as he slowly closed his eyes, taking a break from the piercing reality that surrounded him.
JK POV:
I was walking down the hallway, when there was a small crash that I heard from Jimin's room, curious I stepped near the room about to open the door when a muffled voice halted my steps.
"I am sorry Jimin; it took me so long to find you. But I am here now. I'll free you from this prison. Come with me", I heard someone say.
"What are you thinking Jimin? Hurry! We don't have much time", the voice sounded anxious and hurried.
Anger bubbled up inside me as I pushed the door opened. "How dare you", I growled ready to shoot the bastard but Jimin stood in front the window giving him a full chance to escape. I took out my gun, ready to shoot his brain out.
"Move", I commanded but he didn't flinch a bit.
I slapped him hard across the face, his soft skin red and swollen from the impact. I dragged him out of his room in my office as I instructed my guards to keep an eye on him. I dispatched everyone to find that man who dared to enter my house but no one was able to find him. All these events lead me beyond angry as I entered my office seeing him cornered up in my room, which surprisingly remained me of the night when I left him curled up on kitchen floor. A small pang of guilt rose inside of me, which died out as soon as it started. Not now Jeon, I warned myself as I marched towards him picking him up off floor by his collar.
"Where did that man go?" I demanded but he just denied of having any knowledge of what I was asking. He was pissing me, and I could barely hold my anger in. I took out my gun pointing at his head, as a last warning for him to speak out the truth but he just closed his eyes, not saying anything in response. My body was shaking from all the anger that I have been controlling, itching to pull that trigger but surprisingly I just couldn't bring myself to.
It was first time ever that I ever hesitated killing someone and the very thought was making me scared, scared of developing a weakness. No, it can't be, Jeon Jungkook can never have a liability. I build up my resolve as I pulled the trigger a little backward. My hands were trembling a little, was it out of anger or something else I couldn't tell. Before I could pull it all the way through, a loud bang distracted me as four of my Hyungs rushed in to save their damsel in distress.
I rolled my eyes at them and maybe a little deep down, I felt slightly relieved. I moved out of the room not before giving a warning to Jimin, who was just looking at me like a scared, lost puppy. I walked out of the room, when the loud sobs of Jimin hit my ear. Hearing him broken and crying reminded me of my childhood, how I use to cry in my sister's embrace, after my father would beat me up.
"Pathetic", I remarked as I moved away from the room. I needed a break from all this drama, so I headed to the nearest bar.
I entered the bar, a strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. Loud music was blasting as people danced, drowned in haze of alcohol and euphoria, free from all the tension of their lives. I sat on the stool ordering the bartender to bring me the drink. I gulped shot after shot till I was fully buzzed. A presence beside me made me lift up my head, as I saw a brunette girl wearing an extremely revealing dress, shoving herself on top of me.
I made a disgusted face, as I tried to push her off of me, our eyes met and I was dazed for a second.
Her eyes, her nose, her lips all reminded me of a certain someone, whom I so badly wanted to eliminate but my body never agreed with my mind.
I smirked as I snaked my arms around her tiny waist.
"Let's go outside and have some fun baby girl", I gave her my infamous smirk as I dragged her out of the building in a small ally behind it.
She immediately attacked my lips without wasting any time, making my blood boil and my face scrunched up in disgust.
"Eager now, are we", I creepily whispered in her ear, as my hands made its way around her slender neck.
I caged her throat in my large hands, as I started to squeeze it. A small moan escaped her lips since she thought I had some sort of kink. Foolish bitch! I smirked as I pressed harder, knocking the air out of her throat. She started to struggle after she finally realized what was happening. Her eyes bulge out, as she gasped for breath but it wasn't going to come any time soon. I squeezed harder and harder, chuckling like a maniac, as she fell limp in my arms.
I threw her dead body in a dumpster with ease, as I dusted my hands and moved out of the ally, hands tucked in pocket whistling like a carefree teenager.
I felt much fresh now.
Was it alcohol, or the after the bliss of a murder, or both, was enough for me to fell asleep contently.
