BIPOLAR ( VKOOK ) // COMPLETED

CHAPTER 27

JUNG KOOK P.O.V

Never in a lifetime would Jimin still be alive after years of pure torment.

I was on the ground, powerless, the adrenaline I had before was drained out of my system. My blood turned cold in my veins and I could only just stay there and watch.

Watch Jimin explain what happened after that day, I did not bother listening, I was too absorbed in trying to keep my own sanity in one while piecing. The bright moonlight wasn't helping, it reminded me of that day. The chilly wind was forcing the memory back into my mind, the day where I stood on top of that building.

The atmosphere was turning against me, trying to chant me in believing that the ash blonde who was standing right in front of me was the one and only Park Jimin.

"You must believe me, Jung kook." He insisted, limping towards me with his hands out. I could only scoot back in horror and fumble with my gun.

Blood was rushing out from his legs from the bullet wound I inflicted on him. His face showed no signs of pain or any signs of collapsing. I stood up and took off as fast as my legs could carry me. My legs were already weak from the initial shock, it was about time when the ash blonde catches up to me and feed me the lies again.

I was making a mad dash to my room, pulling open the door violently and slamming it shut. I slide down the cold wooden door and rested my aching head on it. I closed my tired eyes, his voice repeating in my head like a broken recorder.

You are the one who killed me, Jung kook

I suggest you stay away from Kim Taehyung.

BamBam's voice resonated in my head. I shook it away, however, it echoes in my now empty brain. I could barely hear him and yet for some reason , it was loud and clear to me.

BamBam wants me to stay away from Taehyung... but why exactly?

I buried my face in my hands, my cold hands send a shivering sensation done my spine. The wooden door behind me suddenly became colder, my back was tingling, as if like someone was sticky ice picks down my back. I shivered, and tears were threatening to fall . I tried to hold it back in, but to no avail.

I sounded like a weak animal, a pathetic one. One who just walked into a trap knowing that there would be a danger. I sobbed, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.

"Why are you crying ?" Someone asked, his voice was thick with sleep and that made me cry even more. I choked back tears but it kept on pouring down my cheeks.

"I...I am not crying..." I managed.

"You are, Jung kook. Come here..." he sighed. I shifted, but my legs kind of gave up on me in the process. I have limped and have crawled towards the bed. Even with my shoes on, my feet was cold, every part of my body was losing heat rapidly.

I deposited myself onto the bed, a pair of strong arms was making its way to my waist and I let out a muffled cry. Everything was so complicated.

"Tae..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know Park Jimin ?" I asked.

I noticed a slight hesitation in his voice but he glossed that over pretty quickly.

"Yeah, you told me before." He replied. "Why are you talking about this?"

"Well... I went on a task today and-" I started off, trying to venture down the rabbit hole and tell him everything.

"You what?" He exclaimed, turning me around and cupping my face in concern. His eyes were flaring with pure intensity and I was afraid.

"I went on a task t-to k-kill, someone," I replied, my hands trembled even more violently. "I was asked by Yoongi-hyung..."