Deranged | Jimin

Maelstrom

Trigger warning: read at your own discretion.

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"I should have killed you when I had the chance," Jimin said, stalking even closer to us.

"Y-You're lying!" His body began to shake out of anger and whatever emotion, "She is the Busan Killer! She tried to kill me!"

"No, I did," Jimin smirked.

"You're lying!" Minjun shouted.

"Remember when in that alley, how I threw a punch to your jaw first, then kicked the back of you knee, then kicked you in your stomach, then head, the stomach..."

As Jimin described the event on the night of our meeting, it seemed that Minjun was beginning to remember. He tightened his grip on my waist, digging nails into my flesh. The hot breath that hit the back of my neck quickened, a sign that Minjun was getting even more angry.

"You," Minjun finals spoke, "so you were the one."

"Yes, now let Yerin go."

There was a moment of tensed silence, then Minjun broke into a fit of crazy laughter. "You really think I'm going to let her go?" He cocked his gun next to my temple. "Back off."

Jimin tensely walked backward. Minjun grabbed my shoulder and pushed me onto the floor so that I was in a kneeling position. "Unzip me."

"What?" I whispered in shock.

"I said, unzip me."

With the horrify realization of what he wanted me to do, I unzipped his brown trousers with with a quivering hand.

"Take it off." He ordered.

I took off his belt and pulled down his trousers with extreme reluctance, completely aware of the black hole of death pointed right at my head. Grabbing the rim, I hesitantly pulled down the last layer of fabric between me and his already hard dick.

The veiny monster sprang free, just inches away from my face. I have been forced to do such thing by Minjun many times before, yet this was the time I've felt the most disgust, hatred, and revulsion towards this man.

"Now suck it."

I glanced over at the two watching this. Jimin was unimaginably fuming. I could see that his fists were held so tightly blood was dripping from where his nails dug into his palms. His whole being shook with anger. If looks could kill, Minjun would have been dead a thousand times over.

"Please, look away..." I whispered tearily, just loud enough for them to hear. Jungkook listened and averted his gaze, but Jimin seemed to be too livid to listen.

A tear slid down my cheek as I laid my hands on Minjun's unwelcomely familiar part, and forced my own muscles to act against the immense desire to get away, and leaned forward to put it in my mouth. I felt Minjun's free hand grabbed the back of my head, and forced it further down.

As I tasted him, all the memories of his abuse, which I tried so hard to forget, came rushing back. I could feel my own breath irregulating with each bob my my head as the feeling of suffocation rose up in my chest. I felt the whole of my being repelling against my action. Anger, loathe, detestation, nauseation... The room was filled with the sounds of loud, heart-wrenching sobbing and sloppy wetness.

I'd rather die than this.

...No, I can't die.

Jimin is here. If I die, I'd never be able to see him, feel him, be with him again. I'd rather anything in the world than that.

With this newfound resolve, I have decided.

When it was furthest up my mouth, I bit down with every ounce of strength my jaw can muster.

An ear-piercing scream escaped the man's mouth.

A knife was thrown into the man's arm, causing him to drop the gun.

A gunshot went off, hitting the man.

The man fell to the floor, still screaming.

Something soft fell from my mouth, hitting the floor by my kneeling knee.

My knees gave out and I fell to the floor. Jimin dashed to the screaming man, throwing a punch so hard I heard a crack, then another punch, then another punch, then another punch, until the man was a bloody mess.

The man fell in and out of consciousness, moaning on the floor with the exasperated killer looming over him.

Jungkook took off his jacket and put it around my exposed torso. He then looked over to the dying man.

"Jimin, you missed your shot," Jungkook said as he knelt down beside me, "You are rusty."

"No," Jimin replied, his voice dark, "I left him alive on purpose."

Jimin plucked the knife of the man's arm out. He then began flaying every square inch of skin on his face off, slowly. The man screamed and begged to be killed, only to be met with no respond.

Watching this scene play out, I was numb. I didn't feel anything.

"Is he dead?"Jungkook asked.

"Almost." Jimin stepped aside and held the bloody knife by its blade, handing the handle to me. "Do you want to do it?"

...I just stared into space blankly.

"Alright." Jimin flipped the knife around in one hand and stabbed it up the temple of the man, right into the brain, rendering him dead instantly.

Jimin quickly came to my side, cupping my cheek with his bloodied hand, "Yerin."

I just stared into space blankly.

"Hyung, I don't think she's okay," Jungkook said.

"Yerin, my Yerin," Jimin wrapped his arms around me and shook me gently as he called out my name, but I was still in shock from the event just now.

"Let's quickly get her away," Jungkook suggested. Jimin nodded and scooped me up into his arms. We exited the room.

"I'm going to stay and deal with this." Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded again, and started walking away. I looked up into the sky and realized it was night time. I looked back, seeing an isolated temporary house in a deserted field.

I buried my face into Jimin's chest, causing blood on my face to be stained onto his shirt. I sniffed in his homely sense.

"Jimin," I whispered weakly.

"Yerin?" He looked down and saw that I was looking at him. "Yerin, baby, I'm so sorry."

I shook my head slightly, "Jimin..."

"What?"

"I love you."

I saw that something within his gaze changed, and that was the first time I've ever seen that.

"I love you too."

I smiled. "Am I safe now?"

"Yes, baby, you are safe." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Hearing that from the one I loved, I let the muscles that I didn't even realized was tensed relax, and drifted out of consciousness.