Deranged | Jimin

Standoff

Minjun laughed as he read over the lyrics, "You really went for it didn't you." He closed the laptop and put it away on the desk. "I'll send it to Jimin soon. I'm sure he'll love it, that is if he can receive it through the police."

"Why did you kidnap me, even though you have already told the police that I'm the Busan Killer?" I asked. What he did didn't make sense to me at all.

"Because I can't have them arrest you," he answered. "If they do I won't be able to see you."

"Why bother telling the police then?"

"So that they'd think you're just running away from them when they can't find you." He explained.

If I could facepalm now, I would, if it wasn't for my hands being tied up. Did he even stop to think about his plan? Even in my state of distraught I could see many faults with it. Now that the police thinks I'm the Busan Killer, they'd look for me extra hard, meaning a harder time for Minjun if he wanted to keep my kidnapping unnoticed. And if I was really the Busan Killer, should't he think twice before kidnapping a skilled serial murderer? But there was no reasoning with a madman.

"What are you going to do to me?" I questioned.

He walked past me and pulled up a chair from behind to sit in front of me. "To you? You're asking the wrong question. More like with you. We're going to do so much together!" His expression was of a psychopathic one. His eyes were wide as if a child has seen his favorite toy, and his mouth grinned so wide as if he was the Cheshire Cat.

"Such as?" I attempted to get something out of him.

"First, we're going to catch up on all the time we couldn't spend together," he shuffled himself closer to me along with the seat.

"I thought you already know. I spent it with Jimin while you were in the hospital," I said.

He chuckled. "No, not that type of catching up." He eyed my body up and down, "The kind that we're both going to enjoy... very... much." He reached out and started unbuttoning my blouse from the top. I shrieked and struggled but to no avail. He continued until it reaches the ropes around my waist and he couldn't unbutton any more. My bra and torso were exposed. He ran a hot hand over my bra.

"Aha, I really did miss this." He was about to tear my bra away when suddenly, someone barged in from the door.

He turned his head them, "Oh, its you two."

Two guys I didn't recognize, one with bleached blond hair, one with tattoos all over and gold chains, stepped into the room. They looked like your average wannabe thugs on the street.

"Aay brah, you gonna share that?" The guy with tattoos nodded towards me as he said that.

"No, she's mine." Minjun growled.

"Just kidding. Anger issue brah," he put his hands up to show innocence. The other guy closed the door behind them. Unfortunately I didn't manage to get a glimpse of the outside since they were blocking it.

"Is that the girl you told us about?" The blond said.

"Yea," Minjun nodded.

Tattoo guy crouched down in front of me. "Girl, your boy here told me bout his plans for you two. You're either gonna love it or hate it."

"She'll love it," Minjun butted in before I could even say anything.

"Sure, whatever," tattoo huh backed off.

Blond went in front of the table and took one of the guns into his hands. He whistled, "Damn, a Glock 17Pro, locked breech semi-automatic, a rare one, where did you get this?"