Hush Little Baby [VMinKook]

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Power - Isak Danielson

Jimin has lost all ability to breathe, and it was not just because of the hookah in his body expanding to every cell it touches.

In front of him is Taemin, looking so confused to Woosung's sudden alpha dominating attitude, before looking at Jimin with this reluctant stare as though he's not prepared to what's about to be said.

But expected it.

And best believe Jimin isn't ready either.

Taehyung was the first to speak up, sitting up with furrowed eyebrow, "What are you doing here-"

Abruptly Woosung yanks out a gun and points it to Taehyung's head.

A real gun.

Jimin's eyes widens, heart pounding in his fucking throat now as Taehyung squeaks back, staring at the gun with eyes blazed widely.

A hand suddenly wraps around the length of the gun, trailing to Minho standing there with his grip tightening and a lethal glare to Woosung.

"Put the gun down."

"Oh I will," Woosung chuckles drily, eyes still focused on Taehyung, "When he tells you what they were about to do."

Jimin feels sick.

He feels so sick.

He could throw up right now if it wasn't for how paralyzed he was feeling, unable to even meet Taemin's eyes who didn't looked away from him once.

But then Taemin carefully looks at Woosung with a twitching frown, "W-What are you talking about Woosung?"

Woosung's eyes now darts to Jimin, and the overwhelming suffocation clutched Jimin's neck to how horrifyingly murderous his gaze looks.

How did he find out? This doesn't-

Slowly Jimin let's his memory rush through and his gaze shifts to Jeongguk - who's in the kitchen while drinking his beverage with heavy eyes to them.

He told him?

Jeongguk was the one who gave them the number and email address to send the information...... Not to Boss.... To Woosung - He told Woosung.

That's why he didn't want Jimin to....

It all makes fucking sense now.

"Jimin."

He couldn't look at him, but he could hear the small wary in Taemin's voice, especially when Minho was looking at the video on the phone on the table with a jaw clenching tight.

And his grip on the length of the gun disappears, glaring at a cautious Taehyung before he extends the phone out to Taemin.

With the video playing.

The video of the event, the three of them there, conversations about other empires and people - everything.

Basically an easy advantage to get them locked up for good.

"Someone better starts speaking the fuck up before I get even more pissed."

Woosung's voice was like the flicker of a switch that was needed, just like when he removed the safety of the gun, and Taehyung immediately started to panic.