𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴

Jungkook looks at the girl, not speaking. She's unconscious, kept sedated for now. But she'll wake soon. He doesn't have much longer until it finally happens. Until he finally takes revenge. Why does the thought not excite him anymore?

He doesn't show it on the outside but he's actually pretty scared. What if killing Jimin doesn't give him the closure he's looking for? Jungkook averts his eyes, instead looking at Hoseok, who's standing not too far away. "Sir, with all due respect, we need to talk about what happens after." 

"After..." Jungkook whispers, not fully processing the word.

"Yes, after. After you kill Jimin and Y/n. Where do we go from there?" 

"Wherever the fuck I want us to go from there," Jungkook replies, standing. "Now go prep the Park boy, bring him into the main room. It's only a matter of time now," Jungkook says, Hoseok narrowing his eyes but not voicing his concerns as he leaves the room.

Mr. Jeon straightens his suit, making sure his pistol is loaded before holstering it. Funny... he feels nothing. He's in an abandoned factory, about to end the life of his enemy and watch the girl he 'hates' suffer just like he wanted her to. But he feels absolutely nothing. Jungkook sniffles. He's numb. So, so numb...

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Jimin's breathing is jagged, his face littered with bruises, his body the sorest it's ever been. How is he supposed to fight like this? He's lost count of how many days it's been since he was taken, but he's sure it's only a matter of time until they find Y/n. It's only a matter of time...

The thought scares him, and as much as his mind screams for him to get up and try to escape, he doesn't have the strength anymore. He just can't. His body doesn't move when he tells it to. He's done. Dead. Or at least that's how he feels right now. So, this is it. This is how he dies.

The door opens, signaling his demise is coming quicker than he intended. Jimin keeps his eyes closed, his breaths sounding more like wheezes. He winces as he senses a figure kneel next to him. Then, to his surprise, he's cut free.

Jimin slowly opens his dehydrated eyes, giving the man in front of him a confused gaze. "Wh... w-who are you?" Jimin asks, his throat weak.

 "Jackson Wang," he whispers back, "can you stand?" 

Jimin shakes his head, "I... can barely talk..." 

Jackson nods with a sigh. "Then this makes it a little more difficult. If I gave you a gun, could you use it?" 

"I fucking h-hate guns," Jimin says in a grumble. 

"But could you use it?" Regardless, Jimin nods. Jackson pulls a spare pistol out of his waistband, handing it to Jimin. His eyes ask all the questions he needs to. "Mr. Kim and I go way back, he's like my best friend. Before he died, he asked me to do him a favor." Jackson motions to Jimin's sorry state. "Save you if you ever needed it. I was like a neutral, I didn't work for anyone. No one knew I worked for Mr. Kim, so slipping into Mr. Jeon's ranks was relatively easy. Now it's time to get you out of here. I have some allies waiting for us."

"A-Allies?" 

"Allies, yes. Mr. Kim was the most powerful man in New York, you think that everyone is just gonna bow to Mr. Jeon? We need to move, and now. We have friends who will help us get out. We want to overthrow Mr. Jeon just as much as you. Lean onto me, I'll help you out."

Jackson offers Jimin his hand, but Jimin doesn't take it. "It... doesn't matter. I can't fight," Jimin softly says, even his blinks hurting. 

Jackson sighs, "You will." 

"Why?" 

"Because he got her, Mr. Park. Jungkook has Y/n." And just like that, Jimin comes alive again.

Jimin takes his hand, letting Jackson help him to his feet. He bites back his cries of pain knowing they need to be quiet, but he's still unable to fully stand. It's been days since he's done that after all. He probably has mild muscle atrophy. Jackson holds him up, Jimin limping with his weak legs. Jackson is pretty much carrying him while Jimin's hand that's holding the pistol hangs at his side.

"My allies are outside, they're waiting for us. We don't have too much longer before Mr. Jeon sends for you. He'll want to prep you for when Y/n wakes up." 

"Yippee," Jimin mumbles as he's taken out of the room. The guards turn, looking at them. To Jimin's surprise they just nod. Okay, so they really do have allies. Question is how many?

"We'll get you out with our guards, then I'll go back for Y/n." 

"N-No, I'm going for her," Jimin says. 

"You're in no condition to fight. Let us handle this. I know you don't trust us, but please trust Mr. Kim. He chose us for a reason. He knows we'll be able to get you to safety." 

"Saved by Mr. Kim again... hmph." Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn't protest as he's helped to the back of the hall, some voices echoing down the small corridor. "What's going on?" Jimin asks, regaining feeling to his tongue. 

"I don't know," Jackson whispers back, two people following Jimin and Jackson. Soon enough they make it to the back, the door opening.

Jackson escorts him out, leaning him against the wall. Jimin groans, sliding down it until he hits the dirt. "These two will be with you, I'll be back with Y/n. Where's our ride?" Jackson asks one of them. 

"He'll be here soon," he replies. Jackson nods before walking back inside, leaving Jimin alone with these two.

Time passes as Jimin stares up at the night sky, hiding the arm that holds his pistol behind his back in a subtle way. He just looks like an injured, kicked puppy. Not a man who's holding a gun behind him.

It's been a good four minutes now, four minutes of waiting. "Where are my dogs?" Jimin whisper-asks. 

"Our allies will get them too," one of them replies. Jimin stays quiet, then, two gunshots ring out. The two men guarding Jimin fall over, making him jump.

"F-Fuck," Jimin says as a single man walks in front of him. He kneels, the taunting face of Mr. Jung appearing. 

"Nice try," he says. Jimin begs himself to lift the pistol, but he can't. His entire body is burning with pain. He can't feel his fingers. "I can't wait for Y/n to watch you die." He opens the door to the inside, propping it open with a rock. Jimin gulps, getting some feeling back in the hand that weakly holds the pistol. Mr. Jung squeezes another rock under the door, huffing to himself since the rocks aren't big enough to prop it open. "I can't wait to drag you inside... watch you scream for mercy," he says, holstering his pistol.

Jimin doesn't reply, he just focuses on regaining the feeling in his fingers. "God, why can't this damn door stay open? Fuck it, I'll just carry you inside then drag you down the hall." 

Mr. Jung stands, turning in time for Jimin to raise his pistol with all the remaining strength he has. Mr. Jung's eyes widen, Jimin giving him a glare. "You killed my dog you fucking bastard."

'Bam'

Mr. Jung's body slumps to the ground, Jimin panting. Right in the head. He may hate guns, but he's good with them. Jimin's strength falls, the pistol slipping from his grasp. He stares and stares at the blood littering the ground. Despite the gory sight... he smiles. "I got you you son of a bitch," he whispers, almost chuckling. "I got you."