Divorce House (Yoonmin)

CRAZY Doesn't Describe Me

Hoseok pov

Birds chirping and grass crunching. Something is muffled. Someone? The voice starts out further away, but slowly it becomes clear. I will my eyes to open, but they burn and water. I'm laying on my side and my hands are tied behind me and my mouth is covered...

I scoot away when someone's feet land right in front of my face. They lower themselves and push me so I'm laying on my back.

My eyes widen at the smiling face above me...Taehyung?

Jimin pov

The gate to Seoul Forest stands in front of us.

Street lights hover over us.

Ten minutes before an hour.

Yoongi broke ever law on the road to get us here and I almost thought we would die on the way. If gripping my seat belt until my fingers paled didn't help, maybe my screaming for him to slow down did.

The sound of footsteps appoaching from our left has us on guard. Stepping into the light, Jin makes his appearance. "I warned you to leave."

I face him, "We couldn't. You're boss would have found us either way." He shakes his head.

"Follow me." He walks closer to the gate and someone appears from the other side. It's a man in uniform. He has the logo of Seoul Forest on his short sleeve shirt and he's wearing khaki shorts. The man unlocks the gate and lets us in. I should have known they would have someone on the inside. When he lets us in though, he walks out and leaves...

He must be the last employee to leave the vicinity. That is not comforting at all. I swallow on my saliva and hold Yoongi's hand.

He gives mine a tight squeeze as Jin leads us further in. We pass bike rakes, benches, and a lake. We move so far in its only trees surrounding us on a small bike path. We cross a tiny bridge and once on the other side Jin stops. "W-what?" He sighs and continues to walk.

My feet feel like jelly as they continue. There's tall grass and I have to use both my hands to swat my way through. I almost trip a few times, but Yoongi steadies me. When we reach the clearing, I choke on air.

Hoseok is tied to a chair, but it's not him that has me wanting this to all a be dream. It's the two tied next to him.

My mother and father are bound to their chairs. My mother has tears streaming down her face while my father shakes and pulls, trying to get free.

NO-

PLEASE-

OH GOD-

I run to them in haste, but am tripped. I fall face first onto the dirt and hiss from my chin getting scraped. Yoongi runs over and helps me up. "Are you alright?" I nod my head and glare at my attacker. Taehyung smirks and I want to tackle him to the ground, but another person steps up.

"You shouldn't be mad at Taehyung. He was just following orders." The life is sucked out of me as Jungkook folds his arms.

"W-what do you mean- Jungkook?" He gives us a sly smile.

"The one and only boss." He stands beside Taehyung. "You two really don't know how to just play along or maybe you do considering you're here." He laughs, mocking us. We fell right into his hands and we didn't even know he was the one in charge.

"I thought you were just the messanger." I say and he shrugs.

"Well, I couldn't be too obvious."

Yoongi puts me behind him. "Why?"

Jungkook claps his hands, "Oh, yes! I've been waiting for this moment! Why would I put you through all of this? Why! Why! Why! How about you ask your father? Huh, how about you ask him!" He yells at us and I flinch back. My father's eyes widen, and he shakes his head. Jungkook cracks his neck. "Can someone get the tape off of his mouth?"

Taehyung happily obliges and my father let's out a ring of curses, "I've never seen you before!"

"WRONG ANSWER!" Jungkook screams and I swear his eyes are shooting death beams at him. "Five years ago you had a business partner. Even opened up a separate branch in Incheon, but you decided to steal money that was supposed to be donated to charity and put it in your own account. Oh, but when it was found out that there was never a fund for charities, you couldn't go down for that!" Jungkook pulls out a video recorder and opens up its lenses. "You say it! Say what you did and I might consider letting you guys go."

Everyone is silent. Namjoon and Jin are standing together with their arms folded. Taehyung is smiling and wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulder. Hoseok's eyes are staring at me, pleading to get him out of this and I have to turn away. I don't even want to glance at my mother, knowing that she is full of terror as she goes red in the face. Yoongi is just waiting for everything to unfold and is probably formulating some escape plan while I just...stand.

I can't even...my father...I knew he was a crooked man but this? What could he have-

"Are you Jeon Ah's son?" Jungkook bites down on his lips as my father squeezes his eyes shut. "He took the blame for it all."

"Say it all! I heard my father and you talking! You forced him! Because of you he went to prison!" Jungkook's voice strains and I can see the raw emotions flying. The way the veins on his neck pop and how his breathing is harsh and shallow. It's like everything happened yesterday. "But, going to jail wasn't enough for you was it! You feared him getting an appeal and had him killed in a planned prison riot!"

He pounds his chest and I plug my ears and sink to the floor. No no no...my father is a horrible person but this? He would never do something like that. "Yes, that's true, but please leave my family out of this. I'll pay for everything."

Jungkook sighs and walks to my father. "You know I thought a confession would be enough. I even toyed with your son a bit too, but this isn't enough. My mother committed suicide after hearing the news." He walks to mine and stands behind her. I want to shove him away, fight him, but my feet are stuck to the ground. "Jimin, I didn't lie to you...my uncle Jin and Namjoon did help me out of a depression. They took over the company while I went away to college and from then we decided someone had to pay."

"J-Jungook, I-I know that my father did a terrible thing but-"

"Don't try to cover for him!" He screams and I instantly shut up. "He deserves what's coming!"

Thump.

Thump.

T-Thump.

One second Jungkook is just pacing behind all three of them and the next he's holding up a gun. " A confession really isn't enough."

Bang!

"No!"

The bullet shoots through my father's chest and his body slumps over in the seat. My feet lose all their strength. The ground is spinning... my vision blurs as tears cloud my eyes... the sound of Jungkook laughing hysterically fills the air.

His laughter.

His triumph. He got what he came here to accomplish.

My head falls to the dirt as my fingers claw the grass.

"Hmmm....That didn't help either."

A/N Oh snap! I updated! I think the next chapter will be the last for this story and then I'll begin the sequel. If you're soul is crushed...wait for the sequel! Until next time, deuces!