Erroneous [Vminkook]

23: Peering Eyes

Jungkook drops the box full of dismembered body parts on the metal lab table, startling many of the workers around it from what they were doing; wide eyes to their boss that they didn't even notice who barged in.

"Mr. Jeon-"

"Yoongi gave me another present," Jungkook cuts in with rolled eyes and walks away, "Figure out who the victim was and put it with the rest of the collection."

Without letting them question anything further, Jungkook walks out of the lab, washes his hand and removes the white coat and throws it in a hamper. He walks farther down the hallway, rubbing his hand against his temple in aggravation to his fucking migraine.

All he gets is headaches these days by being in that fucking mansion with Karma and his thousands of men, and it's taking a massive toll on Jungkook from his once somewhat peaceful life. Now he feels like he can never get a decent amount of privacy.

Not only that is a problem, but also just being around Jimin has been so fucking tense and awkward, consuming Jungkook with complete guilt to the point that they can't last even five minutes in the same room alone without Jungkook leaving. It's just been a lot to take in, a lot to adjust, and Jungkook just wants to get this shit over with so he can continue on living his miserable life and forget both Karma and Jimin's faces from his memory - even though he knows that's highly impossible.

He knows deep down inside that will never be the case. Those two have crawled under his skin, carving their marks in his muscles and every inch of his bones. He knows that no matter how hard he will try to push their memory away, they will always haunt him like a fucking leech.

To be his never ending memory.

Just as Jungkook shakes the thought away and barges into his office, he sees a familiar tall man standing inside while holding tightly to a folder. For a moment the agent nearly pulls out his gun out of force of habit since he's been around Karma, but the second he realized it's agent Jeong Yunho, he pauses and clears his throat.

He needs to get his shit together.

The younger agent whirls around, instantly forming a sweet smile on his lips that nearly threw Jungkook over the edge by how sincere it appeared, "Mr. Jeon, I apologize for being here without your permission."

Jungkook's eyed the way the man bows before him, feeling a sense of confidence and offers him a small smile as he makes his way to his desk and sits down on his chair, "It's fine, what can I do for you?"

The nervous agent rises back up and smiles widely, sliding the folder he's holding over towards Jungkook, "I got something on Min Yoongi sir, I think you might like it."

Only the slightest mention of that man's name sent shivers to caress down Jungkook's spine. He's still not over their previous encounter, and it still gives him a sense of unease to how strangely tender their moment appeared to be that night. Yoongi was easy on him, which is weird because Jungkook fucked up his life.

Literally.

But Yoongi tender? Right.

He's anything but tender, that's for sure.

To brush away that vile feeling sliding up Jungkook's throat, he slides the folder closer to him and opens it. At first he didn't see anything important, just a few pictures of the familiar man walking down the street casually, almost like any regular person out there with his grey hoodie and jeans, looking indifferent as always.

So Jungkook perks an eyebrow up, seeing multiple pictures of just him walking around, so he finally looks up at Yunho, "Okay..... I don't see how this is a lead kid. He could be anywhere now."

Yunho now furrows his eyebrows and leans over the pictures, finally pointing to someone at the far end that Jungkook didn't even notice at first.

A man.

The man's back is towards Yoongi, always; slouched figure with an extra sized olive green hoodie to his mid thigh, black backpack on his slender body, round glasses and black fitted sweat pants in each picture as he walks down the side walk with eyes to the ground.

Wait a minute.

Jungkook narrows his eyes to study the familiar silhouette, his pulses racing fast in his body as one of the pictures shows the clear face of Jimin craning his head up, past the hood, capturing his breathtaking side profile of the man.

Oh no...

Yoongi..... He's onto Jimin.

What the fuck! Jimin just left like that?!

"I've tried getting any facial recognitions on him and found him in the system, Park Jimin. He was arrested a while ago-"

"I know his record!" Jungkook cuts off and moves his hastily gaze at Yunho, "When were these pictures taken?"

Yunho instantly notices his boss's distress expression and let's his lips ajar slightly, "Agent Jisoo sent it just a little less than an hour ago, why-"

Jungkook instantly shoots to his feet, "I have to go," was all he muttered and rushes out of his office and through the main office in general.

His hands are shaking now, only thinking of the kind of danger Jimin could be in right now if he's even a foot near Yoongi. If Yoongi gets to him before the day of the plan, who knows how mentally fucked up Jimin could get and he will definitely start to back out.

It's in Jungkook's nature to not try to force anyone to do anything for the sake of a plan, but not Karma. He will drug him or force him somewhat to comply somehow if he doesn't comply.

Fuck, Jimin can't face Karma's wrath.

Jungkook needs to get to Jimin before Yoongi does.

Right as Jungkook got out of the Federal building, his phone starts ringing.

Without hesitation he answers it, "Hello-"

"Jungkook, Jimin is gone! Look ahead, I'm here to pick you up so we can find this bitch!"

The familiar raging voice in Karma's voice drags through the other mic, only sending a straight dart of panic to rush through Jungkook's body before he finds the familiar car up ahead in the parking lot.

"I know where he is, we have to go now," Was all Jungkook said as he rushes to the car, while hanging up the call.

Oh Karma please give Jimin some mercy.

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A/N:
Well......

Let's see how this encounter turns out....

......

I PURPLE YOU! <333