Caught in Red

Drowining

^^^^happy birthday Jimin 🙈^^^
Okay sorry...enjoy

It's been a full week.
A full week without Jimin.
With sulk and sorrow.
With thousands of texts from           namjoon. Yet none from Jimin...

....And Jungkook, with his paralyzed body and running thoughts. They were cascading him, keeping him up all the hours of day and night, never shutting up and never going away. What has he done, why was he so stupid into letting this turn out the way it did. He could have just taken Jimin away, fled the country and gone somewhere else. He didn't have to have it so rough. It was too late though, too late to fix anything Jungkook thought. Because it's already been a week.

A week of sitting in his apartment darkness; drowning in his own guilt. Namjoon tried to come once, nearly pounding his door till it broke, but Jungkook just sat in the same spot. In the same clothes from that night. Still wearing the designer coat Jimin had bought him that day. He didn't care, and he still doesn't. Because that week passed and Jugkook had accepted his fate.

He came to his senses, he realized he wouldn't fix anything so Jk mustered all his well being to try and pick himself up again.

The ravenette switched off his emotions and tried to look normal again. Because that's what we all do, we have a hard time and we realize there is no hope. No reason to go about this way anymore. So we paint on our imaginary masks and go on for the better.

It's not better and it never will be, of course that's what Jungkook thought. Jungkook knew that the sun was always going to rise into his window, he knew the days and nights would keep coming. The world moves on even though you don't. So he just shut it off, shut his emotions off and went about his life with lifeless eyes and kept moving.

Jungkook had just got home from his fifth run to the convenience store for his seventh cup of ramen when his phone began to ring. He let his hair dangle over his eyes as he pulled his phone out of the same pants he's been wearing for a week.

It was Mr.Park. Jungkook stared at the ringing phone confused.

-why is he calling me.....Jimin-

Thus the ravenette answered before it hung up.

Jk- Hello?

Mr.Park- Jungkook!

Jk- ..yes?

Mr.Park- Come to my office now!

Jk- Mr.Park I don't think I shou-

Mr.Park- Now Jungkook! Before I strangle you!

-end of call-

Jungkook sighed, he sat down the grocery bag and stuffed his phone in his pocket; running out of the apartment and heading to the Park mafia. He might have just shut off his emotions but the ones for Jimin couldn't ever be shut off. What if Jimin was there, what if he gets killed by Jimin's father because he told him?

Jungkook shook his head to jumble the incoming thoughts. He didn't care if going there could cause death. If Jimin was there at least he would be able to see him.

Jungkook flung Mr.Parks office door open and began to search the room frantically with his eyes. All he came across was a man, Mr.Park, standing before his desk with his arms crossed. He had a freakish look in his eyes targeted at Jungkook.

"You wanted to see me."

"Where is Jimin?"

Jungkook almost choked on his breath. The man's voice sounded hoarse and it kinda caught Jungkook off guard.

"I wanted to ask you the same question sir?"

"He got up and left! I haven't seen him since saturday!"

-Saturday? He was here saturday and I saw him friday night.....it's friday today?-

"Sir I haven't seen him since friday...when did you come back?"

"Saturday, then Jimin came in asking to get the family tattoos. So I let him and I haven't seen him since. He took some of my weapons and the car he had at the busan house."

Mr.Park walked to Jungkook and stood close, "What happened to my son, did you do something to him?"

Jungkook probably did that to Jimin. He saw how hurt Jimin looked that night. The way his golden eyes didn't shine so bright anymore. The way they were glossed over and Jimin was shaky. He wasn't going to tell his father that though.

"No sir..."

The older took Jungkook by the collar, "What did you do with him friday!"

"We went out for dinner, then I took him home... I have no clue where he is nor has he contacted me."

"Dinner? The hell are you taking my son out for dinner?"

Jungkook stared into Mr.Parks irises. "I am in love with your son sir. I am very worried about where he has gone as much as you are. "

The older gave Jungkook a disgusted look before throwing him to the ground. Jungkook grunted from the sudden movement. He was still a little weak from not using his strength the past week. The ravenette looked at the standing with his doe eyes.

"Disgusting....I knew I should have never paired you with him. Jimin isn't like you, he's my son so he'd never be like you!"

Jungkook bit his lip, he knew what he was dealing with. Another small minded bastard. Jungkook scoffed into a smirk. "If you haven't heard, Mr.Park, almost half your mafia wants to be in your son's pants. He's a flirty little thing you know."

Mr.Park connected his leather shoe to Jungkook's stomach causing the younger to fold. "Don't talk about my son like that!"

"He's obviously not your son! Jimin is nothing like you... he's more like his mother for all I know."

Mr.Park halted in his spot and watched as Jungkook scrambled to his feet. "How do you know about Chin Sun.."

Jungkook smiled when he realized the fear in his eyes, he must've struck a cord inside of the man. "Does anyone know about his mother? How you treated him all those years...Jimin deserved better and so did she! You were no father to him but a commander! You didn't even let him have a childhood."

"Shut up..."

"I love your son and I'm going to get him back..."

"Shut up!"

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, "I'm not bringing him back here though. He needs a life that doesn't have one with you in it."

"Who are you to decide that! You know nothing about him or me dammit! You're just another pon on my chest board!"

Jungkook smirked once more, still holding his side where he was kicked. " I know enough and I spent way more time with Jimin than you ever did."

Then Jungkook walked out, he couldn't believe he just did that. The ravenette practically ran all the way home, Adrenaline was coursing through his veins once more. Yet he got home to his dark apartment. Where all his thoughts could haunt him once more.

The ravenette sunk to the floor. The pain in his stomach arose and he couldn't bear it anymore.

-Mr.Park sure does pack a mean kick. But I can't let him get to me. I need to find Jimin..I need to save him from what I caused. I need to apalo-

Jungkook felt a buzz in his pocket. He put his thoughts on hold as he looked at the light up screen. It had a text going to practically the whole Kim Mafia from Namjoon himself.

-It read-

Dear Kim mafia, this is Kim Namjoon, the head of the Kim Mafia. There seems to be commotion in the lower levels that there's a rapid killer killing my men. If you witness this happening please do not kill this person. If you capture them please bring them to me A.S.A.P. if you see them alert his whereabouts to me. Please do not be frightened over this matter, act accordingly. Jin and I will solve this problem. The most information I can give you is that his hair is black and he has a tattoo. One on his wrist which is a 13. Thank you for understanding. I will fix this situation as soon as possible.

-Namjoon-

Jungkook drifted his eyes away from his phone and dropped it beside him. "It's Jimin.."