Erroneous [Vminkook]

32: Precious Kitten❌🐍⚠️

Jungkook sits up straight the second he sees Jimin frozen on the dance floor, unmovable with the music still loud in the background.

Is this part of his act?

No, he's looking around too frantically.....Those eyes...... Jungkook recognizes those eyes.

Something's not right.

Jimin suddenly scrambles back, throwing his shoes aside and disappearing through the crowd, out of sight. What Jungkook didn't see through the havoc was the silhouette that Karma saw in the crowd from his point of view.

Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon is here.

And he lied to Karma.

He knows Jimin.

Karma's Jimin wouldn't react like this to just anyone.

The duo didn't hesitate before storming to their feet and aggressively shoving through the confused crowd, who instantly got back to the high of the music after the DJ brought it back to ease the tension.

It didn't take long before they reached the curtains from where Jimin ran off through and rushes down the hallway, landing in front of the familiar door; where the sound of deep heaving comes from the other side. They didn't know what to expect exactly, nor did they linger onto the thought to wonder.

So Jungkook bursts the door open without a second to wait.

What they saw inside is entirely something they were not expecting; Jimin is sitting in front of the dresser, looking at himself in the mirror as he removes his make up, eyes glittering from the tray of cocaine beside him -empty tray may they add- and he's twitching a smile ever so often to his reflection with the smudges of black mascara smudging his eyes and cheeks like tears.

He's a mess.....

What just happened?!

"Jimin," Jungkook breathes in relief, approaching him, "What happened? You completely-"

Jungkook made the first mistake, asking Jimin what happened.

Second mistake was not holding onto Karma fast enough.

Karma doesn't do asking questions. He walked right up to Jimin, grabs the back of his hair with his large hand and slams his face against the dresser once with so much force that made the wooden object rattle aggressively before yanking his face back up. Jimin shrieks out painfully as he clutches his nose, that's now bleeding, but Karma only cranes his head back to glare murderously into his teary eyes.

"Either you start talking or I'll break this dresser in half using only your face!"

Jungkook steps forward, gripping Karma's shoulder to yank him back, "Don't fucking touch him-"

"Do it. You don't have the balls to do shit to me!"

Jimin, shut up!

Karma's glare intensifies along with his own grip on Jimin's hair, making the smaller only wince with his bloody face. Jungkook starts to panic and kneels down in front of Jimin, cradling his face with his large hands, "What happened Jimin? Talk to us."

Jimin wears a stubborn scowl on his face, refusing to speak. The second Karma was ready to slam his face against the dresser again, he suddenly starts to laugh; A wide smile, crecent moon eyes, brokenhearted laugh.

A laugh that could sway anyone just by hearing it, and not in a good way.

It's a psychotic mental breakdown laugh.