MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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I don't know how long it's been, but Jungkook came down to get me from the torture room, finding me by the wall and with already dried tears.

He grimaced at the smell, covering his mouth and supressing a gag, but he barely even glanced at the mess I made of Ren and walked over to me.

I only looked at him once before looking back at the ground, at the same spot that I've been staring at for the last... who knows how long.

'J, you okay?'

Do I fucking look okay?

'We've got something. That Nolan guy has some connections with the Harum group that you mentioned earlier. They are sex traffickers.'

I nodded at his words, slowly raising myself off the ground. My ass had gone numb from the sitting.

'Did you get anything out of him before...?' He murmurs, grimacing a little again as he looked at the dismembered, hanging corpse

'He gave me their base.'

His eyes snapped open more than ever, and he turned to me, screaming in my face so loudly that his voice echoed down through the basement. 'AND NOW YOU FUCKING TELL ME?!'

'Yes.' I deadpan, not even feeling much about the fact that I've gotten the information we've been chasing for months and months.

He raised his hand as if he's gonna backhand me, gritting his teeth. 'Man, do I wanna fucking smack you right now.'

'Mind fucking out of here first? Then slap me all you want.'

He put his hand down, bringing it to my shoulder, as if he's comforting me. I was way too emotionally drained to remove it, so I just let him.

'J, we're gonna get her back. We're not making the same mistake again. We're all ready to give our lives to get her to you. And as much as we hate the Angel mode being on 24/7, it is gladly welcomed at this very moment. You need to be sharp and deadly. Grieve later.'

I swallowed and closed my eyes, nodding weakly at his words. He's right. I can't allow myself to flail back now, not after I've put that mask on to fight on. I need to keep fighting. Just a bit longer.

Oxygen slowly filled my lungs, spreading through my chest as I took deep, slow breaths. My eyes closed as I focused on temporarily mending the cracks in the facade, pushing the pain back down. It feels like putting a vaseline on the gunshot wound. It slows down the blood pouring out, but the agonising pain and damage won't leave. But it's the best I can do at the moment.

One last breath, one last nail into the door of pooling emotions within me, and my eyes snapped open.

'O...kay. Terrifying as always.' Jungkook chuckled a but uncomfortably, clearing his throat. 'Let's do this, brother.'

'Where is everyone?' I mumble my question, looking around the emtpy place once we went upstairs

'Man, look at the window.' He chuckled, pointing to the wall on our right. Sunrays coloured the floor and walls through the glass, bright light beaming all over us and everything around us.

'What time is it?'

'You've been down there for 13 hours. It's 2 in the afternoon.'

His voice held a hint of pity even though his face was hiding it. How am I managing to get worse with time?!

'You might wanna shower. I'll gather the rest in the meantime. That sounds okay?'

I just nodded and walked off, agreeing that I probably smell awful. Spending hours next to a rotting corpse covered in blood and guts does that.