Warning ⚠️ This FF is 🔞
"You are mine, Jimin, just mine... no one can take you from me, not even you," whispers Yoongi.
"You are obsessed, Yoongi," Jimin retorts.
"If my love is an obsession to you, I don't care," Yoongi declares.
In a world where...
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"Fuck, I can't—I can't do this! This is so—"
Jimin could feel his stomach aching with nervousness as he searched for a blonde male in the club. His eyes scanned the room, searching for blonde hair in a red suit. There was a blonde boy he knew, and he hoped it wasn't him, or else... No, he wouldn't do it, if it is Jungkook.
His grip on the gun tightened, feeling its heavy weight, and nervousness consumed his entire body. He couldn't help but wonder why he was doing this, but then he remembered his task: to get revenge and give justice to his family.
While still searching the club, Jimin's eyes caught someone familiar dancing through the crowd. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a certain blonde-haired male who had been there throughout his life.
Jungkook.
Jimin's eyes were glued to Jungkook's dancing figure, and he felt dread creeping inside.
No, no, Jimin couldn't do this. What was he doing here in the club? That's Jungkook! His best friend, for god's sake. He couldn't even think about it... fuck the task.
He tried to step back, avoiding Jungkook, who was flirting with a girl. He was about to leave when he remembered the words the man said earlier:
"Blonde hair in a red suit." Wait, Jungkook wasn't in a red suit.
Jimin looked back at Jungkook again, and he was wearing his normal leather jacket and pants. The short male breathed out in relief. Thank god, it's not Jungkook, or else he'll never forgive himself if he ever does that to his best friend.
With a relieved sigh, the pink-haired male went to the bathroom quickly. He needed air. What happened back there almost terrified him to the core. The thought of Jungkook's blood in his hands was terrifying as fuck.
He just couldn't kill his best friend; he had to kill himself first in order to do that. With quick steps, his feet dragged him to the bathroom. He immediately went to the sink and washed his face.
Jimin breathed slowly in and out. Anxiety was still creeping inside him. He looked at the gun he was holding, and he only had 50 minutes to finish the task, and he had already wasted 15 minutes. Sighing, he looked briefly at his reflection in the mirror before deciding to head out of the bathroom when he heard a tap sound coming from one of the cubicles in the bathroom.
Jimin immediately stopped in his tracks, the loud sounds of some EDM music playing at the club still blaring in the background filling his ears.
"H-Hello? Is anybody there?" Tap. Followed by another tap, the sound became louder this time.
Jimin became scared. What the fuck was happening? Before he could go to the source of the sound, he then heard a raspy voice of a male from the cubicle: "Please let me out." Jimin's eyes widened.
"Please let me out!" The pink-haired male immediately went to the cubicle. The door was locked and couldn't be opened because of a wooden stick preventing the door from being opened.
