Yum [Jikook] (Hold)

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Today Jimin has been extra anticipated.

Finally he gets to play his cards just as he wanted, and he's been so giddily to get started on killing off his favorite little target because of how obedient he's been.

Such a shame, right?

Well, not like Jimin cares either way.

Or if it's going to ever end this unfailing detachment of his.

This is only a continuous cycle that will keep going, over and over again, until who knows when.

It's exciting!

It's the closest thing to feeling anything that Jimin's got.

With a wide grin and a clap of his hands he skips around to the basement of his home to reach the main room, immediately going to his favorite person in the world

"Seokjin! Guess what-"

Oh.

He's not here?

Jimin's smile drops, pouting now as he looks around to see the area completely empty - which is strange. Seokjin never leaves this place, not unless he goes to the bathroom - which is right here in this room - or goes outside in the morning to get food.

He's not here, and it's night.

Hm.

Slowly Jimin looks around the room from his perspective, scanning every inch of it - from the left tray of takeout food on the desk and bed messily undone but that's usually no surprise. The cameras are still on, the surveillance video still on the screen of the computer.

And it's quiet.

He's not here.

A little nerved now, Jimin approaches the desk to check the cameras of the footages.

But before he could even touch the keyboard, he froze.

Eyes darting directly to video currently in play.

No..

No.

Eyes lingering on the screen for a second before Jimin turns around slowly, feeling the ice in his heart grow frost and possibly colder with eyes burning in something he can't put into words. He quietly leaves the basement, go up the stairs and takes the route to the exit by the back door.

Trying hard to block out the stench of blood from handprint trails alongside the wall.

When Jimin got outside, that's when the reality was displayed before his eyes.

A brutal and sudden reality, no longer it appearing as a movie behind the camera lenses.

But real life.

His face grew more expressionless, staring at the only person who has lasted this long with him in his life.

Dead.

Seokjin is dead.

Jimin could tell he's dead because of how he didn't attempt to escape the cuffs hugging is wrist, attached to the chains on the ground beneath the grass. He didn't blink his eyes or say a crude remark around Jimin as he always use to do.

His chest coated in blood from the shirt that holds slits with obvious stab wounds didn't move to show that he's breathing.

He didn't smile.

He didn't greet Jimin.

He just laid there, cuffed, laying on his back.

With dried tear stains on the side of his face.