MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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She wasn't there.

I kept my eyes closed until I drifted off to sleep, hoping to dream of here even if it a nightmare. Anything as long as I can see her again. But nothing.

The time read 6:28 when I looked, and I knew there was no point staying in here any longer. I can't sleep. Maybe the storm subdued so I can go to her.

I lost the track of time under the shower, and by the time I got downstairs, it was nearly 8. I was in there for over an hour without even realizing.

'Morning, J.' Hoseok greeted me sleepily, tripping on his own foot and spilling coffee on his hand, burning himself

'GO EASY YOU DAMN RYHNO!'

I looked to the other side to see Jungkook grinning at squirming Gyumin, pulling his cast off of his leg, purposely being a dick and hurting him, while Jin was sitting aside and trying not to laugh.

'Stop fighting, kids.' Namjoon scolds them calmly, sipping on his coffee and reading some papers

And they call me mad.

Not wanting to deal with them, I went to her. I need to see what I need to fix her grave.

After every storm, there is sunlight. Or that's how it's supposed to be. It's still cloudy and shitty. Cold. Just miserable.

I made my way down the muddy path, feeling the mud smack and squish under my feet from the last night's storm, and felt a lot of relief when I got to her.

Her stone was more than alright. The ground was a bit messy, but it barely moved. Flowers are gone. There are a few leaves, but the rest flew away god knows where with the wind. But the rest is okay. I'd thank the god, but such a thing doesn't exist. Not in this miserable life of mine.

'Hi, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't stay last night. It was a shitshow out here.' I smile a little at her stone, noticing something sticking out from behind it

Is that... a paw?

I walked over to her stone, slowly peeking behind, thinking I'm definitely crazy because I can see a dog. A rottweiler. A big ass rottweiler.

I rubbed my eyes as if that's gonna help me see better, but yeah, not crazy. Not to that stage anyway.

Where the fuck did the dog come from?! Is it even alive? The way it's laying down, I wouldn't think so.

I came a bit closer to see if it's breathing, only for it to twitch and turn it's head to me, baring his teeth at me with a growl.

I. Think. The fuck. Not.

I took a slow step back, feeling something crunch under my foot, kind of feeling like I'm about to be mauled to death.

I didn't realize how big the dog was until it got up. It is massive! It definitely weighs more than me. He took a step towards me, growling from the depth of his gut, snarling at me.

I took another step. He took another step.

Fuck. I can't call for anyone. It will jump at my throat. If I run. It will jump on me.

Fuck that. It will jump on me anyway.

'Good dog. Sit. Stay. Turn. Leave. Please.'

He barked at me, his jaw unhinging and clasping back together with the saliva coming off his fangs. He snarled louder, taking another step, following my movements.

I looked behind, thinking if I should just run. Fuck it.

I took a few deep breaths, calculating in my head how fast I need to run. Simple answer: fast as fuck.