Escape From Breylin || •JJK• ✔️

Me, Myself, and Jin

CHAPTER 3 - ME, MYSELF, AND JIN

About a week after Y/n began working for Mr. Jeon, Jin found himself standing in the cave that started Breylin.

It was night, the sounds of the crickets outside hurting Jin's ears. Jungkook was no where to be found. In fact, if Jungkook was here, he'd bury Jin alive. Well... dead. It wasn't like vampires were alive, but Jin felt as though it was a fair comparison. If Jungkook found out why Jin was in Breylin's cave, Jin would get his flesh torn apart inch by inch. Seeing as Jungkook's nails were sharper than any other vampire's, there was a high chance he could actually do that.

Jin sat on the stone-cold ground, droplets of water hitting the floor by his side. No one was around. No one was permitted inside Breylin's headquarters without Jin or Jungkook's permission, so Jin shut it down. He didn't inform Jungkook, but he knew the man was working late, and any other member of Breylin wouldn't dare trespass when Jin and Jungkook forbade it.

Jin did one last check to make sure Azazel wasn't around. Then, he pushed his lips outward, forming an 'o' with his mouth and letting out a high-pitched whistle. A storm of bats lowered from the top of the high, rocky cave, the sea of blackness blinding Jin for a moment too long. The bats dove to the ground, fading to dust. Each particle of dust built and built until the eyes of a monster came into being. His scarlet eyes glimmered, his fangs threatening Jin just by their presence. The bats disappeared, and what replaced them was a man.

Park Jimin.

He still had a suit on from his time at work, his tie draping down the front of his chest, the tattoo on his chest barely visible through the white of his dress shirt. His dark blazer covered much of his skin, Jin stepping back as the man pitter-pattered along in his Chelsea boots. His hands were tied behind his back, his black, long locks with silver highlights falling in his face to cover his glistening eyes.

"Kim Seokjin," Jimin said, his voice booming around the room. Despite their height difference, Jin found himself trembling and shrinking inside himself. "Care to explain why you risked asking me for a meeting?"

"Care to explain why you risked coming?"

Jimin clicked his tongue. "Maybe part of me still wants to trust you."

"Maybe part of me still wants to think you care," Jin replied, his voice dropping to a whisper. Jimin ignored it, him sauntering over to the throne Jungkook adored. His nails scratched the side of it, Jin hissing from the noise it caused. Jimin smirked as he went, not even flinching at the heavy sounds.

Jimin was a unique specimen. Whereas Jungkook had the ability to move silently and mask his vampire scent, Jimin could withstand loud noises and turn himself into a storm of bats to fly around. Each of them had their own set of powers, but Jin had to admit Jimin's had the greatest advantage: he was immune to loud noises and could fly wherever he wished. And to top it all off, as far as Jin was aware, Jimin could still hear at the same frequency as other vamps: he just didn't suffer the consequences. It was like something shielded his brain from feeling the wrath loud noises brought.

"Breylin wants nothing more than to feed on the lives of innocents," Jimin said, dropping his hand and halting the scratching noise. Jin almost thanked him. Almost. "If this is your attempt at stopping my war on Breylin, you're sadly mistaken. There's nothing you can do to stop me-"

"Jungkook's interested in Y/n."

Jimin fell quiet at that. He clenched his jaw and leaned back on the balls of his feet, the two of them gazing at one another. There were no words to exchange. What Jin had summoned Jimin here for was spoken, and all that was left was reacting to the news. Jimin poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, running a hand through his hair only for it to fall back in his face again.