MONSTER

18- CURE

"I'm done. I'M FUCKING DONE!" A blood-covered Jimin suddenly appeared in the witch's library, finally coming back into the real world.

"Watch your mouth, soldier." A familiar voice mocked him.

The same voice that had been fucking with him the moment he first came in.

The exhausted male got up from the hard, wooden floor and looked at the old lady with a weird smirk plastered on his busted lips.

She could see it.

Jimin had turned insane and the evil woman chuckled in pure joy, loving the power of a person's mind. It was amusing how easily your own head could mess you up so badly to the point of insanity.

"Well done, young man." She lazily walked in front of him and gently ran her long, dirty across Jimin's wounded cheek.

He hissed in anger but controlled himself from doing something he'd surely regret.

"I'm sure you're waiting for your prize, aren't you?" Jimin nodded eagerly and almost sobbed as the two cures, he'd fought so hard for, suddenly appeared through some purple smoke, right into his trembling hands.

"Thank you. Oh, god..." He let out a heavy breath as the witch gave him a nod, silently allowing him to step out.

She had toyed him enough.

"Go and never come back, understood?" The witch said seriously causing Jimin to grin before slamming the door shut behind him.

He looked like a psychopath as he ran all bloodied and dirty through Brooklyn. Jimin's body was tired but although he was in pain, he continued sprinting to Jungkook's house, not even noticing the people's judging stares.

All the emotional and physical abuse he had received during this mind game wasn't worth slowing down.

After a couple of torturous minutes, Jimin stopped running like a mad man and panted heavily while banging his fists on his old friend's front door.

Jungkook was too busy cooking for Remi and chasing Ruby around the whole house that he missed Jimin's faint scent right outside his house.

He was totally caught off guard by the sudden force of Jimin's body tightly engulfing him in a much needed hug.
The bruised man started sobbing loudly, holding on Jungkook's shirt like his life depended on him.

And it did.

The vampire stood completely still for a second but hesitantly embraced his crying war buddy with the same force.

Damn, Remi had really softened him up.

Speaking of the small girl, she rushed over after hearing Jimin's desperate cries and gasped as she took in his terrible condition.

"Please... Please help me!" His knees gave out and he'd have collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for Jungkook's strong arms supporting him.

"What the fuck happened to you? Why aren't you healing?" He asked pointing at Jimin's purple skin after helping him to the couch.

"I-I don't know!" He sniffed and aggressively rubbed off his tears with the back of his hands.

"I got you this..." Jimin quickly pulled out the two small bottles he'd worked so hard for.

"What's that?" Remi came back with the first and kit in her hands and sat down beside him, keeping a little bit of distance between them.

Jimin frowned at her distant behavior and bit back a cry as he remembered how Remi used to excitedly jump up in his arms every time he would show up. He missed the huge smile plastered on her freckled face because of his stupid jokes.