Caught in Red

New beginning

THIS COMES BEFORE THE CHAPTER 'HAVEFUN CATCHING ME' I UPLOADED THE WRONG ONE.. 

It was the next day, Saturday. Jimin stayed up all night dying his hair so he wasn't sure when he fell asleep. He still felt half dead.

Nothing had worked. Numbing his feelings could only last for so long. Jimin could only hate Jungkook for so long, but it was like he was still there. Jimin began to look around when he woke up.

He was feeling this way because he was at the busan house, the place was drenched in Jungkook's scent from their past stopover. The same bed he slept in was the same as when Jungkook fixed his wound. The same living room he passed was the same living room he and Jungkook shared their past with. Jimin scrunched his nose.

"I need to leave.." He mumbled to himself,

After a shower Jimin had gotten dressed like usual, he wore black straight legged pants, his black leather boots, and a black suit coat. He didn't bother with a shirt, instead he had thrown on a silver body chain. The now dark haired rushed down the many steps and into the garage. He got into the white tesla and left.

Jimin had to come back to his senses, he was trapped in a dream these past three months but he needed to come back. Jimin wants to be the son his father has been longing for. He needed to forget about Jungkook and move on.

—

"Jimin? I just got back today so you don't need to cover anymore. You may have a day off."

"I'll get the family tattoo." He said in a low tone, now sitting his fathers desk chair.

Mr.Park looked at his son with wide eyes. He was taken aback at the sudden words coming from the younger. "You want what....and your hair is black..."

Jimin smiled and touched his now dark locks, "Well it's not fully black, I had our bulter add some silver too. I thought it would look better. Let me get the tattoo father."

"What has gotten into you, you were just refusing my offer for it the other day."

"Well I'm not now. I want it."

"Where's Jungkook you usually come with him..."

Jimin's eyes had become dull; changing the golden brown to a rustic color, "He's not here..."

Mr.Park smiled and placed his hands gently on the desk, "Jimin...you finally grew up. I'll let you get the tattoo."

-finally grew up..-

The words lingered in the younger's head, he had finally grown up. Jimin came back and grew up.

His father hugged him tightly, "Your mother would be so proud Jimin-ah!."

Jimin let the older embrace him in a hug. This hug didn't feel warm though. It felt like he was being suffocated. Like the hugs he had received before, Jimin was in agony; he couldn't escape these feelings.

He pushed the man away, "Don't touch me.."

Mr.Park looked at the younger with shaky eyes. There must be a reason Jimin's flipping over a new leaf but he didn't want to pry. "Sorry Jimin.."

Jimin begins to leave, "I'll...see you later father." Then the shorter headed to the tattoo room they have in the company.

—

Now there lye a '13' on Jimin's rosy wrist. Jimin examined the black ink, it wasn't all that bad. Now that he had the tattoo and dyed his hair he could be the son his dad always wanted. This could distract him from the thought of Jungkook now.

- Am I doing the right thing?-

Jimin smiled to himself lightly, All of this was for show as he kept thinking. Thinking was his enemy now because thinking would lead to Jungkook and Jimin didn't want to do that. He took a deep breath clearing his head. His eyes went straight to a dull expression and it felt as if he put his body on autopilot.

-I need to keep running or else he will find me, he will try to find me and once he does I'll give in. I'll let jungkook in again-

Jimin knew he'd fall to his knees at the sight of Jungkook. Putting up these barriers were just for show, to convince himself that he had moved on, but he hadn't. It was like his father being stuck up on his dead mother. Like father, like son, nothing would change. Jimin knew what to do, to keep away from Jungkook and to keep away from his thoughts.

Jimin went down to the weaponry and grabbed whatever he could and loaded it all into the car he brought. With that he vanished in pure daylight. Lust was overcoming the now black haired and he couldn't help but smile. Jimin was slowly losing his sanity like Jungkook that night. It was his turn to let everything go.

—

"Please! I beg you! Please, please, don't kill me!" The nameless face stumbled as he ran away from Jimin. The dark haired just followed behind. Every step echoed throughout the hallway.

"Don't go too far my little doe...You might get hurt."

Jimin took out the one of many daggers from his pocket. He stared at it for a minute and then threw the knife at the man. It hit him in the back and he had fallen to the ground. The black haired walked up and stopped. The clacking of his shoes came to a halt.

"I know you're not dead, my little doe."

"What do you want from me! I can tell you where Namjoon is if you'd like.."

"No, that wouldn't be necessary."

"Then why are you doing this! Who are you!"

Jimin kneeled down and pulled out the dagger from the man's back. He screamed in pain and Jimin only laughed a little.

"I just needed to blow off steam, that's all.." Then he sent the dagger into the nameless man's neck, with that Jimin arose from his kneeling state and began to walk away.

"That was 8 so far and I'm still not okay." Jimin walked out of the abandoned warehouse and vanished once more.