DEAD WEIGHT||PJM||

𝟘𝟜𝟝. ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝕂ℕ𝕀𝕍𝔼𝕊

Jimin hadn't slept a wink the entire night. He was partially afraid that the people in his house would kill him in his sleep. The excitement at the prospect of freedom also played a part in the dark circles under his eyes.

Mr Smith must have sensed the danger they were in too because he offered to stand guard in Jimin's room to protect him. Jimin ended up being the one to watch him sleep.

Jimin had just lightly chuckled and covered him with a light blanket after placing him on the white couch in his room.

That morning the plan would have gone normally but Namjoon made one request before they would 'kidnap' him.

So he sat on his couch as the gang debated on what kind of photo of Jimin they would send to his Father to alert him that he was gone.

'RM, I think I should just beat him up, this doesn't look realistic', the one with a full-sleeve tattoo said.

Jimin shook his head rapidly to disagree.

'Are you insulting my fake blood-making skills?' The one with a boxy smile gasped dramatically.

'All I'm saying is that if someone sent me a picture of him, I wouldn't believe it', the one with the tattoos defended with raised hands.

'Both of you can shut up now'.

'Someone get rid of the rope tying his hands', Namjoon ordered.

The man with wide shoulders freed his hands from the confines of the rope.

Jimin grumbled a thank you through the gag.

'What's wrong with my plan?', the one they called Hoseok asked in offence.

Namjoon pointed a finger towards Jimin.

'This looks like something a gang would do', he explained, 'It needs to look like something she would do'.

The one called 'V' raised his hand.

'I saw a video of a zombie ripping out a man's hand in a club, maybe she can do that', he suggested.

Jimin shook his head even harder.

'Maybe ripping out his fingers one by one will do", the one with the full sleeve of tattoos contemplated.

Jimin flinched when he made eye contact with him.

'You're not attached to your fingers right?', he asked and flashed him a wide smile.

Jimin began slowly backing away from his spot on the couch.

'I'll just throw him out there', the girl spoke up.

'What-'

Jimin had no time to react before she dragged him to the balcony and pushed him off the railing.

The gang screamed in shock.

The only thing preventing him from plummeting to his death was her solid grip on his shirt. He didn't dare to look down where he knew a group of zombies were probably waiting for fresh human bits to rip apart.

'Z, that is not how you treat the President's son', RM scolded.

'What is the difference between a President's son and a normal son?', she took her eyes off Jimin's frightened face to look at Namjoon.

They all yelled at her in unison from the living room.

Jimin's whole body had gone numb with fear. He could not feel any part of his body. He wanted to scream bloody murder and have his bodyguards come help him but his throat had closed up.

'Relax, I won't drop him, I can carry all of you with one arm', she exaggerated her strength to reassure them.

'I think he's going to pass out, his heartbeat is too fast', she warned.

Namjoon signalled to Jungkook and he took the photo. He tried not to shake too much but he was already imagining how a SWAT team would come and arrest the whole gang.

After Zero pulled him back into the building. His legs were shaking so much he sank to the floor instead of standing.

Taehyung and Jungkook had begun apologising profusely to him. He reacted passively as they pulled on his arms and begged him not to tell his dad about what happened to him.

Jimin was simply in a world of his own due to the realisation of how close he had been to meeting death.

Namjoon pulled Zero away from the window.

'From now on you're banned from both the kitchen and skyscrapers. No more knives and windows for you', he scolded in a stern voice.

Yoongi and Jin exchanged a confused glance.

Namjoon turned to them.

'Let's head home and then we can send the photo', Namjoon said as he rubbed his temples.

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