Dog Days Are Over ◆ JeonJungkook /ON HOLD/

12 - Sinners, Everywhere

What does one do with a guy who tried to kill them? I'm sure this is not a problem any of you needed to solve at any point of your life. Yet here I was, wrecking my head over where to put Kim Botan.

Jimin was still decisively covering his eyes while I tried to navigate him through the minefield of corpses that his offering hall ended up becoming, Jungkook following us with a very beat up Botan thrown over his shoulder. For a moment, I'd felt put off by how little the dead bodies around us shook me, but then I remembered who my significant other is and I dropped this worry - I wouldn't have fallen for him if I wasn't capable to digest this.

"What'cha wanna do with this fella, Chickie?" Jungkook asked from behind us, using his free arm to lower the curtains to the room, as to hide the corpses from Jimin's delicate eyes.

"Put him away!!" Latter mewled, hands still covering his eyes. He seemed like he'd break out into tears any time now, which stressed me out a little, because I didn't know if I could handle a crying Jimin.

"I'd like to question him first." I thought out loud, "We needa know why they came for us."

"Uh, I think I have a rough idea." Jungkook muttered.

"Jungkook. What did you do."

"Nothing."

I turned around to glare at him, innocently big eyes staring back at me with a look that said 'why are you looking at me like that?'. I sighed, "Jimin you can look now, nothing bad around anymore."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

To get back to my question from the beginning, here's what we did with the guy who tried to kill us: Botan's hands got swiftly bound to a (worryingly frail) bamboo chair, using bright orange nylon threads, a bucket of dirty water snapping the man out of his state of repeatedly diving in-and-out of unconsciousness.

Even if Jungkook knew more than he was telling me in the moment, there were some more things I wanted to find out, majorly related to the curious prowler case with the corpse Hide. That's why, instead of arguing with Kook about his reluctance to answer me, I took it upon me to interrogate Botan.

"So." I started, arms crossed in front of my chest while seizing the man. He looked like a typical survivor - middle aged and rough, with tired eyes and calloused hands, that were now covered in blood, much like the rest of him. Jimin said down on anther bamboo chair further back in the room, watching the scene unfold in mild displeasure, "I have a few questions for you Mr. Kim."

"I won't tell ya shi—" His words got kind of caught in his throat when Jungkook grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the table, my boyfriend's expression like a kindergartener who didn't get extra filling for dessert.

"Ya sure are confident for someone with such a squishy face." Before Botan could answer, his nose made intimate contact with the table a second time, uncomfortable cracking noise chiming muffled.

"Jungkook!" I scolded.

"Jeon!" Jimin chimed up angry, "No blood on the fucking shrine furniture, dickhead."

Jungkook, the fucking man child, grinned unabashedly, "m sorry, Hyung."

Jimin squinted at him outraged, looking like it took him all not to throw something after the other man.

I cleared my throat, averting my attention back to our problem at hand, "Will you talk, Mr. Kim?"

He looked away grimly, blood trickling down his broken nose. If I'd taken a moment to slow down in that situation, I would've been surprised about my cool demeanor - I'm aware that almost two years of apocalypse with jeon Jungkook was bound to change me, but once again: Before all of this, I would've been incapable of interrogating such a scary man so confidently. Granted, having Jungkook's intimidating presence on my side did boost my confidence greatly.