Erroneous [Vminkook]

63: Torn Hearts

Karma crashes his body against the sturdy drawer, his large hands gripping onto the ledge with his irony grip and intense breathing that's oozing through his lips in heavy puffs. His once steady heart rate is escalating at a horrific speed, making him glare murderously with a blurred vision to the ground.

He recognizes this feeling and it's fucking him over!

It's almost like he can't even breathe with his body falling tired second by second.

Begging to go into darkness.

"Stop fucking with me!" Karma snarls angrily, "I have to protect myself..... No one can know-"

"Karma?"

Karma turns around, a hard snarl forming his lips as Seokjin watches him cautiously from the door, closing it behind him, "Is it-"

"YES!" He growls and drops to the ground, slamming his head repeatedly on the ground, "I can't fucking control it!"

Seokjin sighs heavily, pulling out his gun and removes the safety. He approaches Karma and pulls the trigger, right near his ear but not to close to effect his hearing.

Karma yelps instantly and collapse to the side, holding tight to his ear with faint whimpers escaping his lips from the force of impact.

Silence, the only sound of Karma's heavy breathing circulating the room.

"Did it work?"

Karma whimpers for a while more before letting out a heavy breathe, nodding slowly, "Yeah, it did," He mutters and slowly gets to his feet, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "What the fuck!"

Seokjin eyed him carefully, narrowing his eyes as he holds up his hand, "What am I going to do next?"

The boy looks between Seokjin's hand and his face, raising an obvious eyebrow, "Slap the shit out of me. I'm okay! It stopped!"

The two share an intense eye contact for a moment before Seokjin huffs and lowers his hand, "I thought you had it under control?"

"I do," Karma mutters while grabbing the golden mask and placing it over his face, "It just slips. I need to go."

"Where?"

Karma continues walking out the door without saying another word.

Yet his heart is still racing with anxiety.

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Jimin falls to his knees the second he closes the door behind him, the mass rush of what happened today settling over his chest like a horrid wave of mass emotions and pain.

Yeosang is dead.

They killed Yeosang.

H-He's not alive anymore....

He was just smiling at him.

Happy.

They even got rings together-

They were happily eating ice cream.

How.... How did this.....

G-God.

His small hands wraps themselves around his body, letting out a heavy wheeze with choking sobs escaping past his lips, the sensation as if he's been stabbed repeatedly on his stomach overwhelming his anxiety. He's been holding this in ever since he escaped Karma's hands, running away to hide from his security.

Thankfully he wasn't alone through his escape;

The kind lady that gave Jimin the rings became his angel.

She saw the whole thing happening while she was packing up her stand and she manage to hide Jimin in her shop in a secret bunker once they were gone. After long minutes inside there, she gave him the sign that they were free.

Jimin didn't want to feel anything at that point, refusing to let it process of his situation, but he had this need to explain himself to Jungkook. So before he left, the woman offered him a room in her cute little cabin on the outskirts of the town.

She stated how it was once her son's room, but now he won't be around as often anymore.

Guess death has it's way to grasp onto people's lives before their time.

Now Jimin returned back here, feeling as if all air escaped his lungs as everything finally falls on his shoulders.

He had to cover his lips, forcing himself to conceal the noises that wants to escape his throat just to not make any noises to wake up the lady sleeping down stairs.

Now there's no time to fall now, he has to hold it in.

Every last bit of it if he's going to get Jungkook back somehow.

This has gone too far, too far.

And Karma is going to pay for it.

So Jimin inhales a deep breath, calming his vulnerable thoughts before rising to feet, wobbling over to the bed at the corner of the room and carefully slides himself over the sheets as he curls himself in a tight ball and lets his tears stain the pillow; that still holds the faint smell of the scent the person that laid here before him.

And it comfort him.

What he didn't notice was the faint initials against the wooden wall beside the bed before he fell asleep, forcing him to not face the reality of the world anymore

K.W.S & J.J.K

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A/N:
The irony.....

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