Deadly Betrayal | Jimin FF ✓

Chapter 51 [TW:Mention of S.A & eating disorder]

[TW: Mentioning of sexual assault, eating disorder]

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Things have been weird, because I want to be more alert but everyone around me is taking care of me, even Jimin which is why it's weird.

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As I was training the trainees, Jimin's guards came in and dragged me out of the place.

"Why are you always dragging me?" I questioned annoyed as I was being dragged.

And as soon as I was brought infront of a car, another person injected me with a drug that made me slowly unconscious as the car drove out the compound.

I woke up in a place with low lights. As I got more adjusted to the environment, the more familiar the place got to me. I got anxious thinking that Jimin snapped back to his previous self, the enemy Jimin.

I can't think of why he will bring me to this place again and this time it'll be hella hard to escape from here this time. Last time I ran into a forest, where will I run this time.

As I tried to sit up straight I became aware that my hands were not tied, in fact I was just placed onto the chair without any kind of restraints.

Just as I stood up, Jimin walked in the cell, adjusting his shirt's cuffs. I squint my eyes trying to see if it's blood on his knuckles, but he drew his hands back and frowned.

"Now what?" I asked as I tried to wake my drowsy self. "You ask alot of questions you know." He said as he turned around. I sighed and followed him anyway.

We past some cells which held people in it. Different persons, but all of them very scared. I look at Jimin's back, and thought that he's still a mafia gang's boss. He is not the Jimin I knew, alot of things changed, he have some responsibilities as the leader now, whether it may be good or bad.

Jimin stopped infront of a cell door and turned back to me. He then gestured me to walk in. I walked in and inside was man tied up and beaten up.

What is it going to be now?

He was not Jaereum, he was someone different.

I turn my hand to look at Jimin and he stood beside me, a gun in his hand. "This is your test Y/n." I rolled my eyes in anger as I turned my body to face him completely. "Not again Jimin! I'm not doing anything for any tests!" I yelled out.

"This man has been in jail for five months, charged for sexual assault of a 16 year old girl and then murder of two persons. Here are your papers if you need them." He said and the guards hand me some papers. I look into the papers and they felt genuine. "He was supposed to provide us with something, but instead he went and give our information to the rivals. He did got his share of money from them, now it's our turn to take back." Jimin said sternly.

When my eyes glanced at the name I felt unusual. I tried to make myself believe that it was just a coincidence and nothing more.
The person infront of me just got a familiar name, and nothing more.
I glance at the papers again and it made my beliefs proven correct.
The same high school, how can I forget. How can I forget this person who bullied me through my entire high school? Choi Jihu.

Immediately the name brought back the memories I would've liked to stay buried deep in my subconscious mind.

Doesn't matter what I wore, doesn't matter how I walked, doesn't matter how much I tried to get better in anything, he would always be there to criticize it, especially mock me infront of a bunch of people.
He would bully me for my hair, the type of clothes I wore, for whatever features I had.
Unfortunately I thought that being slim, skinny would make me beautiful and wearing the best brands would make me pretty. Somehow I got my parents to buy me those clothes, I started starving myself. I did lose weight but my health deteriorated.

Even after all these efforts just so that for once this guy would shut his mouth, but that never happened.

And one bad day, this guy tried to kiss me, I refused, and in the rage of being rejected, he tried to force himself on me. I was starving myself so I was weaker than I would've been. He in that rage teared parts of my shirt. I tried my best to push him away but couldn't. I cried and shouted for help, I think I was lucky enough that someone actually heard my low cries and helped me.

I don't exactly know what happened to him after that, because after that day, I was looked at weirdly. I couldn't think of anything but the stares I got while I was brought back home. My parents they encouraged me but I didn't and couldn't take their help.

My mind was filled with flashes of moment. Filled with what ifs, what if that person didn't help me in time, what if I was too weak that I couldn't even cry for help? I tried my best, but I started overeating. I gained some weight, and that again raised eyes on me. I was letting alot of other people's opinion in my head, but I couldn't help it.

My parents tried their best to help me, got me professional help and made sure that I feel loved and secure with them. And I'm more than thankful for that to them. It's because of their hardship and love that I was able to make myself a better person today. Fight through my depression and got out of it, there are times when I felt real low and wanted to just stop trying but I had them with me and that was enough.

And the one guy who caused it was right in front of me. If this was a police station, and he an sexual offender who I didn't know personally, I would've beaten him up already, but now, I felt scared infront of him. I've imagined beating him up alot of times but now that he was actually infront of me, I couldn't do it.

Jimin held my hand and handed me the gun. I look at him for a moment.
Does Jimin know who he is?

I closed my eyes, shaking the thought out of my mind. It's not possible. It's just a coincidence, all this is just a coincidence.

I held the gun and pointed it at him. His face immediately turned pale, his eyes begging for life before his lips could even mutter out a word.
Pull the trigger and end the pain, it's easy, but I couldn't do it.

All those years, all those tears, the trauma that followed, I could either end all that now or bring it all back again. But I couldn't even move.

I was petrified. Imagining my mother's face when she held me in her arms as I cried myself to sleep, my father's face when he would see me not being able to even get out of the house. The problems this person caused my family wasn't payable with death.

But when I think of the two people who he murdered, and the girl whose childhood he destroyed. I didn't want him to live either.
They say people change with time, but this man didn't.

I took in a deep breath and held the gun tighter in my hands. A second after, I pulled the trigger. A loud noise of the gun shot echoed through the building, and then silence.

My hands were shivering and I realized that my eyes were teary when my vision blurred. I blinked a few times to stop crying and it helped a little.

"Y/n?" Jimin called. "I want to go home." I say and he nod to the guards who immediately arranged everything.

He placed his hand on my back and gestured me to walk out and I blankly followed.

In the car, Jimin sat beside me.

My mind was blank, I was simply staring at the gun which was in my hands.

Did I do something right? Will it give justice to those people? Will it give justice to me?

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