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chapter 35

Jimin was currently setting up the food on the table.

A subconscious smile on his face reminding him of who'd be with him in a few minutes. Thinking the way he giggles, scrunches up his nose and makes that baby face of his.

The way he looks so bold and mature in his police uniform but looks like a baby as soon as he changes into pajamas at home, made Jimin smile to himself.

Suddenly, Jimin recalled something. His smile faded and he started to zone out

What was he doing with his life? Was this what he had intended to do?

It was never supposed to be this way, when he met Jungkook. The life he got after meeting Jungkook was something he never imagined of. He never thought he'd be giggling and blushinh to himself while preparing food for his boyfriend to home and eat with him.

Definitely not when he got his hands red for the first time. He never wanted this. He never realised he could have so much better than just getting pleasured by watching others die.

Was he happy?

He was-

Was he changed?

Maybe?

Well, that's what he atleast thought to himself.

He stretched his fingers and glared at his palm.

Were these the same hands that got involved into activities Jungkook must have never even imagined of?

The same hands that looks so small in Jungkook's hands.

The same hand that stabbed Jungkook's Dad six years ago.

Jimin teared up, as realisation struck him again. This has been happening alot lately. The way Jimin's guilt fills him up and makes him sick.

No matter how hard he tried not to think of it, the visual reminiscence of the cops poor body lying on front of him, lifeless and bloody.

Jimin got a feeling of wetness in his palms. He looked back at him palms and widened his eyes in retort. His hand we're covered with blood.

He gasped, breathing heavikubas he stared at the blood dripping down the corner of his fingers, reaching down all the way up to his wrist and elbows.

"N-no..."

He panicked.

He rushed up to the sink and turned on the tap. But to his horror, the tap gushed down red liquid instead of water, worsening his situation.

His heart shrunk in his chest as he tried to grab the handle of the tap but it kept slipping off his hand. The sink blocked and getting filled with red liquid rapidly.

"F-fuck..."

He stammered to himself and tried to grab the tap with both his hands but it didn't work. The blood on his fingers making it slippery for him to do so.

"S-stop....please. Stop!" He yelled to himself.

He flinched out of his daydream. Everything becoming a much clear now. His hands were clean with no blood and the sink was running down clear water no red liquid, no blood.

He quickly twisted the tap and it stopped this time.

His panting heavy and loud, as he clenched onto his chest and tried to calm himself down. His head was hung low sweat dripping over his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers gripping hard onto the counter.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his trunk.

Jimin screamed.

He literally screamed and backed off until he noticed the man starting at him with his hands hanging on the mid air and confused stares.