Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

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"A devil's code is simple, once you're his, no force in heaven or hell can make him let go."

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Taehyung crouched in front of Jimin, resting his arms on his knees and studying the younger boy with attentive dark eyes.

"Jimin, can you tell me what happened?" His voice was calm yet firm, carefully avoiding excessive pressure.

"Please, just talk to me. I'm here to listen," he encouraged gently, maintaining a steady tone but hinting at underlying urgency.

Jimin sat curled in on himself, hugging his knees tightly as if trying to disappear. He clenched a towel so fiercely that his fingernails barely left marks in the soft fabric. Instead of meeting Taehyung's gaze, he stared at the water, watching the ripples distort his reflection.

Taehyung waited patiently, giving Jimin the time he needed.

"It's okay, take your time. Just share whatever you can," he said, his voice softening with patience, aiming to alleviate the weight of what Jimin carried.

A few feet away, Jungkook stood with his hands in his pockets, appearing indifferent but keenly observing Jimin, noting every slight movement and change in expression.

Jimin parted his lips but hesitated, swallowing hard as if trying to push down something difficult.

Finally, with a fragile whisper, he managed to say, "I saw my baby." The tremor in his voice intensified the reality of his words.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows slightly but kept his expression calm, adjusting his position to maintain focus on Jimin.

"Really?" His tone was cautious. "Okay, I'm listening. Could you help me understand, Jimin? Describe what you saw, as if you were narrating a movie. Start from the beginning."

In the darkness, Jungkook lit a cigarette, and the small flicker of orange light briefly illuminated his sharp features before he took a slow drag, the smell of tobacco mingling with the cool night air, wet earth, and autumn leaves.

He stood still and quiet, his presence heavy and imposing as he watched Jimin with an expressionless gaze.

Jimin nodded slowly, gripping the towel tighter, his fingers fidgeted restlessly, as if trying to hold onto a fleeting memory.

"There was a baby in my arms," he said softly, his voice distant as he vividly recalled the moment. "It was small and soft, wrapped in white cloth."

Taehyung listened attentively, his gaze fixed on Jimin, who frowned slightly, his breathing quickening as the memory washed over him.

"It was warm... so tiny. It barely weighed anything," he continued, his voice shaky yet determined. "And its fingers..." He lifted his hand to look at his palm, almost expecting to find something there. "They were so small, but they clung to mine tightly... as if they didn't want to let go."