Kim Taehyung loves Park Jimin more than his life. He can die without any further thought for him, perhaps what happens when not only his life rather every person he was closed to come behind bullet holes, due to some psychosis mafia who seems obsess...
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He didn't quite exactly registered what happened in the next one hour. They were just getting into the car with gigantic smiles stretched on their face, giggling while remembering about the staff's reaction as she supplied them new bottoms.
And suddenly everything turned into something they didn't anticipated them into as some call from unknown number—restricted number to be more specific disturbed their beautiful peace turning it into filthy tornado.
Jimin wouldn't be lying if he stated that his almost every nerve presented inside his smaller body mass furled into terrified twisted emotions, as formulated lump created the tristimulus pyramids inside his throat after listening to that voice.
"It's been a while darling, isn't it?" A not-so foreign voice spilled from the other line, shrinking his breathes away, creating undignified burden over the chunks of his stomach.
He diverted his attention to the younger in order to compensate his reaction—he was mystified, bewilderment masking his worried expressions as he squinted his eyes quite not clicking with the older reactions. God, what he was supposed to inform him?
"What happened, sweetheart? Am I ought to remind you about myself?" He again flipped, his voice ever-so bricked into girthy thickness. The chuckling sound engulfed his eardrums emotionlessly—taunting him indirectly.
He could vividly imagine that smirk mixed on that face—face he didn't saw for many years that he quite used to watch utmost everyday. It ringed his heart sedately in a manner that it was wholly shattered away into magnificent glasses that now pinned his intestines brutally.
Dear God, it vibrated his whole mass, fastening him into cold manacle as soon as the next words stumbled him. Taehyung snatched his phone from his petty hands, holding the call on speaker mode. "Speak something baby, I miss your little voice. I still couldn't manage to forget your pretty moans, y'know."
Why was he doing that, he didn't exactly had to thought much about that as that man was definition of sadist menace—he loved spoiling brittle happiness.
He was more concerned about the younger, who seemingly would be so fucking confused and entirely shook. He didn't missed the way he demonstrate his expressions quietly asking him about the situation—he wasn't sure what to answer for that rather he just slipped helpless face.
The younger shifted his attention back to the call. "I exactly don't know who's this speaking, but seems like it's someone total psycho who've to learn to talk mannerly before. I hope you'll be succeed in learning speaking skills, then we can talk, right?" He snickered already to cut the call, perhaps stopping when it again adzed.
"Oh? Is this Jimin's boyfie?" God, Jimin wanted to meddle into languid honey from the amount of humiliation uttering out from his tone. "Quite feisty, I see."
Jimin grabbed the phone, cutting the call from any further phase as he panted, to regulate his breathe that were rolling back into his lungs, swelling his insides.
