MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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JIMIN POV

'Well, I hate to admit it, but Jimin couldn't have been more right.' Hoseok sighed down my ear, making me roll my eyes quickly before turning my focus back to the house before me

The very same house where we lived for years and made it home, the same one we got chased out of only hours ago, is now swarming with people. Strangers. There seems to be a lack of bodies in there. They took them out and cleared the place.

'They're really going at it, huh?' Taehyung commented as the sound of the floor boards being pulled apart rang through the broken living room window

'They're actually pulling the floor apart. Idiots.' Hoseok sighed

I'm not surprised. Their base is underground. Of course, they would check underneath. Only logical.

'That is some high-class wood they're ripping apart. Assholes.' Joon added, muttering angrily

I'm squating in a bush, thinking to myself how I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots. They're stressed over the floor that they'll never walk on again, and one that is most likely covered in blood anyway. The entire house is. They pulled apart everything. Every single room of the house had someone in, digging through it. Including ours.

The lights are on, and there are people in there digging through our closet and our drawers. They pulled the bed away from the wall and ripped the mattress open. The very same bed where I shared all those moments with her, it's destroyed. But it's not the bed that worries me. It's not the closet that I watched them pull apart and shred the clothes. Hell, it's not even the fact that the fuckers got her underwear drawer and were going through it, one of them even sniffing it. I'll kill him for it, but it's not that. What is getting to me, making me want to run in, is our pictures.

There are little to no pictures that we have together, at least physical ones. The only ones we do have are the wedding ones, and I'm not losing those. I never cared for such things. I didn't have a single picture in my possession, not of a single thing. Not of my family when I had it, not of myself. The only ones I ever had and truly loved were the ones of us. Of her. I hope to god they didn't touch them. If they did, I'm gonna pull them apart limb by limb.

'JIMIN!!' A very aggressive hiss rang in my ear, making me flinch for a second

'What?'

'You deaf?!' Joon hisses again. 'There's no one else. Now would be the time.'

'I'm going through my room.'

'Of course. Didn't expect anything normal.'

I should have killed them all months ago.

Ignoring their stupid comments, I dashed between bushes and covers where I could, using the darkness to my advantage, at least what darkness there is outside. Inside, the house is glowing. I'm pretty sure every single light is on. Every room is lit up.

I quickly climbed up the balcony and the walls, glancing inside where I could, only to see that every room was tossed upside down. A mess. And my room... is about to be a bloody mess.

'I'm ready.'

'Same.'

'Ready.'

'On the mark.'

All of them started confirming their positions, sounding quiet. So I did, too.
'Go.'

Swiftly, I slipped to my window, crouching on the windowcell and watching 2 guys rummage through the dresser quietly.

'Evening. May I help you find what you're looking for?'