Erroneous [Vminkook]

75: Truth Speaks

Karma narrows his eyes as his sits behind his desk, glancing between the two males sitting on the chairs in front of him.

Protect Tae.

Must protect Tae.

"Good to see your nice accessory back on," Jimin snickers, referring to the mask, "Mind taking it off?"

"No," he growls and crosses his fingers over each other, "So.... With what purpose did you came crawling back here, hm?"

Jimin's smile drowns to a scowl, sitting up straight, "I want an explanation, without fighting or weapons."

Karma glares at him dangerously dark, leaning back to his chair, "Fine," and with that he takes out his gun, removing the magazine to release the stream of bullets to fall like rain to the ground, settling it on the desk.

In that way Tae won't get hurt.

Jungkook and Jimin glance around each other, taking out their own guns, emptying it out and placing it on the table.

That's when Karma glares at Jungkook, a hand out, "Hand it over."

The ravenette kept a deep frown on his lips, rolling his eyes as he takes out the knife from his ankle strap and places it on his hand.

Karma squints his eyes, making Jungkook groan annoyedly as he grabs his knife from the holster and gives him to him as well.

Good boy.

"Mask off."

Fuck you.

"No," Karma says to Jungkook's request, "Mask stays on-"

"Then we're going to have problems," Jungkook sneers, pulling his phone with a red rectangle on the screen that seemed like an Emergancy button, "Cooperate or you'll meet with the nice law enforcement unit in a matter of minutes."

Karma wanted nothing more but to slit Jungkook's throat wide open right now with these knives, maybe even pass out himself just by the thought of tiny Taehyung being caged up in a cell with who knows what type of murders or rapist-

Oh no, Taehyung can't face that...

Especially since Karma can't be in control of the body for that long period of time.

H-He can't let Tae suffer.

So with Karma's anger being nudged, he grabs his mask and takes it off, laying it on the table with his own angry glare. Jungkook snickers to this and places the phone on the table too.

"Let's talk."

Karma leans back to the chair, "About?"

Jimin takes his shot and clears his throat, "We had a contract, and you promised me and vowed that I would be free. Why didn't you keep your word?"

"Because I don't have to," Karma huffs with a slight head tilted upwards with his hooded eyes, "I wanted you to stay."

"Why?" Jimin asks, controlling his tone to keep it steady, "There's no reason for me to be here! Yoongi and Hoseok are dead! We have no purpose to be connected together at all-"

Karma slams his hand to the desk, "Fuck the purpose. Why can't you just stay? I can protect you here. No one will hurt you and it'll make Tae-..... It'll be safe for you here."

By now Jimin is growing frustrated, ready to snap his tongue at him but Jungkook places a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, eyes now focused on Karma, "You manipulated me, made me think you cared and all that shit while abusing me..... You made me feel like I should depend on you..... Why? Why would you do that?"