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Nightmare

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It was night in Seoul yet the capital city was shimmering with lights, bustling with people and their businesses everywhere.

JK speedily drove through the hustle, trying to block the noises that were irking him. Once he came across the Han river, his mind started to calm down eventually. 

He would have loved to enjoy the peace a bit more but it was already dark and he needed to reach at his secret hideout to finish the task entrusted by his dear friend, Kim Taehyung.

Recalling the scared face of his current prey, a sinister smirk gradually imprinted on his pale lips. He sped up once more and was about to cross the bridge when his sharp vision caught a glimpse of an annoyingly familiar person. 

That person didn't seem to notice anyone as his eyes were closed and was barely managing to stand atop the left side railing of the bridge.

JK stopped his bike and looked at the man’s struggle to balance himself and knew instantly that the person was heavily drunk and might be heartbroken.

“Is he going to suic—hey hey hey! Stop right there!”

JK yelled as he let go of his precious bike and dashed to the suicidal figure, catching his waist on time. The other person started thrashing in his hold, crying and begging in his incoherent language to let go of him that he wanted to die.

“This voice..why does it feel so awfully familiar?” JK thought for a second before pulling the weightless figure down. He let go of the person and like lightening speed, the drunk man pushed him violently,

“DON'T YOU FUC**** DARE TOUCH ME!”

The other person roared in his fragile voice while staggering in his unsteady steps, looking completely devastated. He was still blabbering absolute nonsense in his not so conscious state when suddenly, the dark bridge lit up with beautiful golden lights. 

A raging JK was still trying to tolerate his anger and not to grasp the person to kill him on the spot when the other person lost his consciousness and started falling on the ground like a lone leaf.

JK, who had always been quick in his reflexes, quickly rushed to the figure, taking him in his tattooed arms safely and that allowed him to take a good look at the stranger’s face.

“Jimin?!" JK blurted with a shocked face but eventually he smirked while gathering the delicate smaller frame up in his strong arms, thinking,

“Let's see if you will be able to escape me this time, pretty hyung." 

JK managed to put the passed out Jimin on the bike, letting his head rest in the crook of his neck while the thighs were encircled around his own waist.

Not so speedily, he started driving but now there was a change in tonight's plan. Instead of going to his secret place, he went straight to his own apartment near University, where he lived all alone. 

Inside Jin’s apartment

“Mom, how are you doing and Dad? How is he?" Jin controlled his wavering voice, his eyes getting teary on its own as he managed to appear fine over the phone. 

“I..we are alright. Don't worry about us sweetheart. Tell me, how was your day? Was it stressful? I can't even…” the voice on the other side got cracked but Jin didn't let her mom cry more. He quickly consoled,