After Dark || Jikook

Chapter 05: Cut off

Jimin wondered how much the cops had slacked to not let them know that a huge man had zip-lined past an entire building and was standing right behind him.

It was surely that, Jimin could recognize the thick waist band on the other's hips anytime.

Right now, in front of him is Jeon Jungkook, smiling prettily despite the gun pressed up against his chest.

"Gun down birdy."

His tone changes, voice deepens, and the way his eyes morph make Jimin uncomfortable.

He's eyeing him so lowly.

So— So—

As if Jimin was nothing for him, like a little plaything.

"I won't hesitate to shoot, surrender." Jimin growls, teeth gritting and eyes darkening, the grip on his gun so tight and firm his knuckles turn white.

"You're hesitating right now." The ravenette scoffs, the glimmer on his eyes never leaving. "We both know you aren't authorized to kill me."

Jimin etches a deep frown on his face when the other grabs his wrist, heat shooting up his entire arm, a vile shudder running down his spine at the contact, the gun still very much pointed at the criminal. However he doesn't panic, or show resistance, it was the best to remain calm.

"Shoot me and we'll see how many of the 200 beneath us you can save." 

"Unhand me Jeon." He snarls back, the name rolling off his tongue so easily it makes Jungkook smile even wider.

"As you wish." He sing-songs lowly, eyeing him in a way that makes Jimin's stomach knot up, a bad filthy stare as he slowly lets go.

Jimin stares back filled with disgust and refusal as the other sluggishly backs away to the very edge of the high top.

Then he spreads his big arms and winks.

"Godspeed Park Jimin, till we meet again." He says manically before falling backwards, and as the realization take place, Jimin runs across the top, too late to grab a hold of the other.

He peers down the ledge with tensed eyes, only to see no trace of the criminal, the only motile things being the endless string of vehicle and traffic from the very top.

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Time: 32 minutes after 9PM.

Location: Back to the warehouse

Park Jimin: So close to shooting a bullet through everyone's head

Mental Health: Sanity = The 5 bullets in his revolver.

"Cut off! Everything! The radio signals! Devices! The wifi! Anything! Anything that's capable of transmitting Audios! Videos! Cut all of em off! Right now!"

He's pacing back and forth the room, losing his cool, and the rest hustle and bustle back and forth, complying to their leader.

"J-Jimin can you just like— maybe sit dow—"

Jimin snaps his head at Taehyung the very second, the index finger pressed against his lips.

"W-We talk, after every signal in here has been cut off." He fumes, breathless out of rage.

The other nods silently, pursing his lips and looking concerned for the other.

It's the matter of a few more minutes that every device has been disconnected and every signal blocked off. The members sit on the small round conference table.