cold feet [1]

twenty three

jimin's point of view

"You bastard!" I growled through the cloth muffling my voice, writhing against the binds that had my wrists tied together behind my back. The culprit stared down at me, eyes flashing through uncontrolled emotions of rage, jealousy, fear, guilt and back to anger. That quick look of apology that crossed his face almost made me feel some form of sympathy, but then he turned away, that wicked grin flickering across his features that brought a terrifying memory to my mind as I squeeze my eyes shut and pulled tight against the cloth. "Let me go you psychopath! I didn't do anything!"

"You shouldn't have tried to hit me." He remarked bitterly, fingers curling around my arm when he heard my friends walk passed the room in search of me. I wanted to scream, but that terrifying grip on my arm kept my voice barely above a whisper.

"Why the fuck did you come here in the first place? What are you going to do, just hide in here until they leave? Because they won't. Namjoon's gonna call for back up and you're going to be in so much trouble."

"I ... I didn't come here," that conflicted rage spoke, "that sob story idiot did, looking for your pretty boy. I'm going to leave once I can without getting caught. If you so much as say a word to them about this Ill add to that pretty little gift I gave you." A phantom pain spread through my chest as I swallowed down any confidence I had of telling authorities what an absolute mess this man was. It was something I had tried to do before, but no one ever remembered. Hell he is supposed to be dead, his existence is not written anywhere. I knew his words hold truth, so I nodded and loosened my grip in silent wait. This other side of Taehyung frightened me more than anything. He had tried to explain it to me, saying it wasn't some two minds mental disorder sort of thing. He said there was literally another person inside him and it was disturbing if you tried to picture it. That other person brought nothing but violence and control. Granted, he is probably the only reason Taehyung was surviving this curse.

"I won't say anything, just let me go so I can get them out of your way! You're sick for even thinking of kidnapping me as the first solution to your dumb situation." I regretted the words instantly, fingernails digging deep into my arm as I managed to shudder out a gasp, falling against the back of my closet. I watched Taehyung roll his eyes before dashing out through the gap he had been watching the space through, leaving my tied up. "Absolute ass," I managed to grit out through the pain, attempting to pull the cloth keeping my hands loose. It took several minutes before I got it to release, instantly grabbing the gag out of my mouth and breathing in fresh air. Then I clambered out of the closet, stumbling into the bedroom before making my way back out to the kitchen.

As I wandered around the house I couldn't find any sign of Seokjin or anyone. They had probably gone outside to try and find me. The first thing I did was go to the kitchen to see if the stove had been turned off which the bastard hadn't even given me the chance to do. Yes I should know by now not to try and hit Taehyung, he was always going to have that upper hand. But every time I saw him I just wanted to press my fingers into his skin until he is screaming in pain. Maybe I'm no better than him, but he deserves every bit of suffering. Luckily the stove had been turned off, the food looking far from edible.

"Jimin?" I turned my head towards the voice to see Yoongi standing in the doorway, a relieved smile spreading across his features. "Oh thank fuck! You're okay" He ran up and pulled me into a tight hug. I couldnt help burying my head into his shoulder, sighing deeply into the hold. "Where did you go?" Yoongi asked, pulling away and ruffling my hair before glancing over to the pot now cooling on the stove. I rubbed my head nervously and looked towards the front door, just hoping the psychopath had actually left.

"I uhhh... was..." I pondered whether to tell him that Taehyung had been here. That threat kept me silent. "Just went to the bathroom and forgot about the stove." I muttered, trying not to make it obvious that I was lying. Yoongi kept an eyebrow raised, and I realised he'd probably already checked the bathroom to find it empty. Thankfully he saw my discomfort and didn't question any further. Instead turning to call out to the other three to inform them of my return.