Arrest me

Chap 104: can you forgive a monster?

Jungkook threw whatever he could around the room, destroying anything that got in his way. His wrists were bruised and bloody from having ripped himself free from the restraints that bound him. He was angry, pissed, the amount of rage built up inside him was enough to blind him. All he could see was red, all other emotions blocked off at the knowledge that Jimin left him. The one person he has ever delved feelings for, ever cared enough for his heart to shatter at his absence. Jungkook's entire body was hot, shaking with nothing but pure aggression. His knuckles were stained a deep red, the colour staining the white wall red from where he punched it.

"Aghhh Jimin!" He brought his fist once again to collide with the wall, the pain not responding in his rage filled brain.

He stared down at his trembling hands, disgusted at how weak he has become. How he just let him walk out of his grasp, leave him with such ease it was embarrassing. The hole in his heart was definition enough for him to realise how much Jimin truly meant to him. He was nothing without him, there was no longer any reason to do what he loved if it wasn't with the person he loved.

"I'm coming for you Jimishi, I'm fucking coming just you wait." His haunting hackle echoed through the room, a smile creeped onto his face at the excitement of getting back what was his.

He couldn't deny how fun this was, stalking then catching his prey. It was so animalistic yet natural at the same time, after all animals in the wild did the exact same thing. Granted it was usually out of hunger but the same principles applied, it was just instinct. Jungkook took his knife that now laid on the floor from when he tipped the night stand over in his fit of rage. He walked with a new sense of dominance, leaving the carnage of what was left of their room. He had someone to catch, hunt down and never let go again. And one thing Jungkook was certain of was he was never going let him leave again, not if there was no one left to run too.

All he had to was eliminate those Jimin held dear, because once they were gone all Jimin would have was him. So he decided on going to the one place he knew a certain man would be, having heard on the news he was still recovering there. Then he'd start his plan, kill everyone that would prevent him from having Jimin all for himself. Because this wasn't an obsession, this wasn't an addiction, he was simply in love. And love made you do crazy things, in Jungkook's case psychotic things to keep the one you loved. There was no stopping his wrath, it was a cascading wave of darkness with no break. The only one who was able to stop this, stop more blood shed and lose was the man who caused it.

Jimin felt his heart crack, break slightly when he walked out, leaving the one man he's ever loved tied up and alone. But he had to do this, had to break free from his chains in order to truly know who or what he was. For the first time in a long time he felt liberated, free from anyone's grasp who wanted to control him, make him their pet.

He smiled to himself, strolling down the midnight street with such glee anyone would've thought he was high. Then a certain person crossed his mind, someone he should've never wanted to hurt.

"Hoseok." Jimin whispers almost invisibly, as if he was to scared to speak it.

Jimin squints his eyes when the bright light of Seoul hospital comes into view. In huge neon signs rung the name, advertising to the world they were here. Jimin keeps a low profile, slipping past the entrance. The hospital stuff all to busy focusing on patients to even notice his existence. He finds a small dim lighted room, it being the place to store spare scrubs which just worked so well for him. He dressed himself in the deep blue scrubs, securing a face mask to cover who he really was. He sneaks out the room, wondering around aimlessly while he gathered his bearings. This place was huge, easy enough for anyone to get lost in. He kept his mask secure around his mouth, ducking his head low whenever he past people. He finds an empty nurses station, looking around he sees everyone dashing through the corridors clearly busy doing their own things. So he took the opportunity to slide in behind the counter, searching through the computer to find the name he was after.

"Gotcha!" Jimin smirks under the mask, memorising the floor and room number before dashing away unseen.

His eyes search between the rooms, scanning the numbers as they past. He moved up the sixth floor where he was being kept, but was finding himself getting lost in this maze of corridors. While he continues walking he bumps into a hard chest causing him to stumble back. His eyes turn into a glare, eyes going up the well built mans body, broad shoulders, strong ora. He was eerily similar to a man he loved or still loves, his throat dried suddenly at the thought it might be him. But to his relief or his disappointment it wasn't. Once his eyes reached his face he was meet with someone he knew all to well, someone he wasn't planning on meeting.

"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't looking where I was going. Please forgive me." Jihyun spoke with such kindness, his smile reaching those beautiful starlight eyes.

Jimin gulped down the lump that formed, bowing at him before sprinting off before he got the chance to recognise his murderer brother was standing before him. Jihyun watched as the doctor fled, he could only assume he must of been on his way to patient. Though he couldn't help but shake this feeling he knew the man from somewhere, those eyes looked all to familiar.

"Huh? Weird." Jihyun shook away those thoughts, choosing to carry on walking to the cafeteria for some food.

Jimin was left panting as he carried on running down the hall, he noticed two police officers walks past while he went. It made him slow down, both of fear and hope that it must mean he was close. Then as if the gods were on his side he found the number, sighing in relief when he found no officers guarding the door. His hand hovers over the doorknob, debating in his head if this was even a good idea. He came to the conclusion is was not.

He opens the door, his eyes locking onto the sleeping figure of Hoseok, bruised scarred just the way he left him. Jimin carefully made his way towards him, glancing around to take the room in. All around where letters, cards reading get well soon or I love you. Clearly from his loved ones, people who truly care about him unlike himself. Beside his bed laid several bunches of flowers with a few boxes of chocolate. The guilt, shame ate him up inside because he knew he was the course of his pain. It was his fault he was here, that he almost died because he let love blind him. Jimin stopped right in front of him, his fingers reach out for Hoseok's hair, brushing away a strain that fell. Hoseok stirs slightly in his sleep, the pain killers making him groggy, always seeming to cox sleep. His eyes flutter open with a haze, curiously falling to the side to meet with the mysterious man by his bed.

"Hey Hobi." He could feel his heart stop, that eye crescent was forever locked into his mind. He knew exactly was behind that mask and it terrified him but at the same time brought him joy.

"Jimin?" His voice cracked due to sleep and shock, Jimin only laughs in response as he goes to intertwine their fingers as one.

"I came to apologise, you didn't deserve any of this Hobi. You're a good guy." Jimin pulls down his mask, revealing his bruised, purple tainted cheek.

Hoseok to lost didn't respond, his mouth hanged open while his eyes almost shoot out his skull. As he surely thought he'd gone insane, no way was Park Jimin the man once willing to kill him was now in his hospital bed asking for forgiveness.

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Soooo Jihope be back bïtches !!! Nah in all seriousness do you think Hoseok could forgive him?? I mean generally speaking if someone tires to kill you then you should really cut all ties with them.

Love y'all you sweet peaches 🍑