"Aren't you going to spend the last few minutes of your miserable life praising Jimin?" Amused, he speaks in all seriousness, watching the man underneath his gun struggling to stay calm.
"You're not a god!" The man grits his teeth, pretending to be tough under his gunpoint on the ground.
He lets out a maniacally sinister laugh, pushing the gun into the man's temple.
"Hmm... if I look deeper into this, I can't argue with that... because," he grabs the jaw of that man harshly, "I'm much more than that." He shoots him in both his knees and watches all his confidence and toughness draining away with the blood he's profusely losing.
"You shouldn't have tried to harm me," he says, tapping the man's cheek with the gun to keep him awake.
"I told you that I had no money, yet you kept insisting on robbing me, and even tried to kill me? I despise it when people perceive me as weak." He looks at the other gang members lying lifelessly on the ground, a sense of pride rising within him.
"However, despite all these.. deep down, I'm still human. It's just you guys really pissed me off by making fun of me for no reason." He shakes his head showing fake sympathy to the dying man.
"I'll make it easier for you.. here.." He throws that gun next to the man. "Take your gun back and make your choice.. whether you want to end it quickly or bleed yourself dry."
He laughs, "You dug your own grave, and now you must lie in it."
The man screeches in agony and anguish, helplessly lying on the floor, blood gushing from his wounds on his knees.
"Pl-please.. spare my life... don't kill me, please..."
Jimin watches with great amusement as he smiles and chuckles.
"If I'm not a God, why ask for mercy?"
"I'm... I'm sorry.. I was wrong.. I was terr-terribly wrong.. please help me... I'm begging you..." The man pants in between his words.
"Begging me?" He laughs, throwing his head back. "Good for you, as you should."
He then walks back and casually takes those goons' car, drives away, leaving the man to deal with his wounds. Jimin smiles to himself, knowing that he just proved that man wrong.
"How sad and pathetic can a human being be?" He continues listening to the soothing sounds of the rain outside while driving through the solitary streets on his way home... his mind is at ease watching the aesthetic dark weather overtaking the surrounding, and rain streaming through the windshield.
Suddenly... flashing red and blue lights fill his rearview mirror, causing him to swerve to the side slightly. He pulls up thinking it could either be a traffic ticket or just a warning.
He rolls his window down and is confronted with loud voices yelling, "Get out of the car!" Before he can react, he is dragged out of his vehicle and handcuffed immediately.
"Let me go... I've done nothing wrong!" His voice is muffled through the police tape they've put over his mouth.
At the police station
He is thrown into a cold dark room... no light except from the small bulb hanging from the ceiling. He shivers as his body struggles to adjust to the freezing cold. His hoodie barely providing him any sort of warmth. He tries to save himself from the cold and curls up into a ball.
Jimin concentrates on the voices coming from outside in the dark and could hear police walking around, and the occasional footsteps outside his cell.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the dark iron door is pushed open and the harsh bright light from the outside causes him to squint his eyes.
He looks up carefully, finding the faces of the cops; their expressions are cold and sharp. They look at him with their intimidating looks as if they are attempting to decipher his mind.
He looks away, avoiding eye contact with any of them and watches as they fill their clipboards, and write things down on their notebook.. His head is racing, and his heart pounding out of his chest while he sits in cold sweats.
This situation is tough and challenging even for an individual like him. The last thing he ever wants is to stay locked up behind the bars for a very long time.
"Get up..." a stern tone calls out to him. He slowly gets to his feet. They pull the handcuffs off him giving his hands a break from the prickly handcuffs. He massages his wrists to ease some pain in his hands.
"Turn back and place your hands behind your back." A forceful voice, laced with anger, harshly commands him.
He obeys their orders without uttering a word. He can feel the cold metal lock agains his wrists again filling his insides with fury and disappointment.
He feels his body grow cold and his breath become shallow once the cold handcuffs locked tightly around his wrists. They push him inside an ambulance.
The sound of the obnoxious siren runs ahead, cutting through the darkness.
The ambulance ride is a quiet one. The cops watch him with cold expressions while he sits in the corner, rocking back and forth, lost in his thoughts.
A few years later
He is laying in the white-padded room with a straight jacket strapped to his body and staring up at the ceiling. It has been an eternity since he has felt any human interaction or has eaten a full meal, or even felt fresh air on his skin.
Even for someone like him, the deafening silence is torturous. He can't tell the difference between his breathing and the sound of his own heart pounding out of his chest.
He flinches as the door opens for the first time. The only source of sound he is used to is a tray of food getting pushed inside his cell. However, this time a nurse walks in, she has a gentle caring smile on her face.
She stands beside him for a while, saying nothing until eventually she speaks up, "I noticed you haven't touched your food for days. You will get sick if you keep skipping meals regularly." She softly speaks, kneeling in front of him. It's the first time someone has spoken to him or shown any sign of kindness towards him.
He brings his eyes up gazing at her in surprise, and she looks him in the eyes and says, "What's your name?"
He is about to stay silent, but before he can do that, something in him wants him to answer her. The gentle sound in her voice gives him a sense of comfort he never felt before.
He softly speaks, "Jimin."
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Heartless No More
Fanfiction"You're not a god!" The man grits his teeth. "That's because I'm much more than that." He shoots the man in both his knees and watches all his confidence and toughness draining away. He laughs, "You dug your own grave, and now you must lie in it." "...
