MELODY || Jikook ||

♬ Stolen for revenge ♬

Third person's P.O.V

The damp scent of old wood filled Jimin's nose as he stirred awake, his head throbbing painfully. A dull ache spread through his entire body, each limb feeling sore and bruised. He tried to move, but the sharp bite of restraints around his wrists stopped him. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, the rough rope cutting into his skin.

A muffled sound escaped his lips, only then realizing that a thick cloth was tied around his mouth, silencing him. Panic swelled in his chest. He thrashed against the restraints, twisting his arms and pulling at the ropes, but they wouldn't budge. His breathing grew shallow, his heartbeat hammering in his ears.

The room was suffocatingly dark. No light seeped through, no indication of where he was or who had taken him. The silence was deafening, the stillness making his skin crawl. His throat burned with unspoken cries, but he couldn't scream,he couldn't do anything.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady his frantic breathing. Thinking What's the last thing he remember?
The image came slowly, blurry, like a dream slipping through his fingers. The cold, metallic scent of the prison. The dim light flickering overhead.
The prisoner.
He had been crying. Trembling. Acting like he was terrified.

Jimin had only gone there to get answers, nothing more. He needed the truth. Needed to know whether the man before him had truly tried to kill the king.
The prisoner had looked harmless enough. Fragile. Broken. His wrists bruised from the chains, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked nothing like a man capable of attempted murder.

Jimin had asked, gently at first, 'Did you try to kill His Majesty?'
The man had lowered his head, then shook his head slowly. 'I'll tell you everything,' he'd said. 'But you need to come closer.'

Jimin had hesitated. Something in his gut twisted with doubt—but the man looked so helpless, so sincere. So he stepped forward. Just a little.
He trusted him. That was his mistake.

Because as soon as Jimin leaned in, the prisoner's hand shot out, fast and unshaking. A cloth was pressed tightly over Jimin's mouth and nose. The sharp, chemical scent hit him instantly. He struggled, eyes wide, but his limbs grew heavy. The world spun, colors bleeding into each other.

And then..

Darkness.

Jimin's eyes flew open again, panic crawling up his spine. He knew now. He'd been tricked. The tears, the trembling. It had all been an act. A trap, carefully set, and he had walked straight into it.

And now… now he was here. Somewhere he didn't even recognize.

Tears pricked at his eyes, not from fear, but from the sheer rage burning inside him.
How could he fall for it? How could he let his guard down?

His lashes trembled as he blinked back tears, his chest tightening with more than just fear.

Jungkook

A pang of regret bloomed in his heart. He should have told him. He should have told the king where he was going. But he hadn't. He thought it would be quick. He thought he could handle it on his own.

Now, the image of Jungkook's face stern but always soft when it came to him, flickered in his mind.
He must be looking for me, Jimin thought, lip quivering beneath the gag. He must be so worried...

The last thing he remembered king had placed him gently on the bed, brushed his hair back, and kissed his forehead.

Tears slipped down his cheeks, soaking into the cloth over his mouth. He wasn't just frightened, he felt guilty. Guilty for making Jungkook worry. Guilty for thinking he could face danger alone, like he was someone strong.