<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Surprise surprise

"Get in," Jungkook was grabbing Jimin up so high that his feet barely scraped the floor before he was thrown into the back seat of a familiar Mercedes. The leather still smelling fresh and colour still beige as the desert sand.

No words were exchanged, but the speed with which Jungkook sped off was enough to ground Jimin down. He was scared.

No, scared is an understatement.

Jimin is fucking petrified.

"Jun-Jungkook... I-"

Cut off by a loud beeping noise, Jimin jolted forward and caught himself just in time as his hands held onto the headrests firmly before there were screams, shouts, yelling, gasps.

"Fucking idiot!" Jungkook roared angrily as Jimin gulped and turned around, catching sight of a man in a suit, knocked over. Soon enough the puddle of velvet surrounded his figure as more screams penetrated the Seoul carriageway.

Jimin loosened his school tie with fumbling hands as he shuddered and was shaking all over. He dared to look up at the rear view mirror, only to see wide, deep, black eyes laced with anger and determination.

Jungkook was angry. No, he was livid.

Jimin gulped and watched fields passing by; he knew the Jeon mansion was near. Part of having a mansion is that there are hundreds of underground cavities, torture chambers and prisons which stories have only ever circulated about.

The scared boy closed his eyes and felt his bottom lip quivering as he remembered what Woobin had told him last week, what he'd had catered for Jimin's eyes.

"Ah here he is. Watch the floor - its slippery," Woobin called out, his voice deep and for some reason very excited.

Jimin tiptoed inside another room in his Gangnam office block, on the ground floor this time. This room wasn't as nice as the previous one, it was very dull and the floors were concrete, everything was grey. The walls were grimy and Jimin didn't have to look down to know someone was being tortured.

He heard the screams as soon as the lift chimed 'basement level'.

Jimin gulped and thought he was prepared, but he wasn't. He really didn't expect to see a man swimming in his own blood -literally.

What sounded like a trapped squeak left his mouth, as Jimin covered his face to stop the screaming and tears.

The victim was in the process of being skinned alive.

His hair was still black and you could still see his army style haircut clearly, but his body was a slimy shade of bright red and white clots of dead veins. A pile of clothes littered the side of the room whilst something eerily leather-like and crumpled up messily, was scattered around his twitching figure in bits and drags. The worst part was - Jimin felt vomit floating his taste buds - the worst part were the man's eyes.

They were swirling eyeballs, uncovered by what should be a layer of skin, of eyelid at least, but they were round and ogling, the pupils fully blown and black, watching Jimin, begging for help. His eyes were bloodshot and the roundest Jimin had ever seen.

The nose was nowhere to be seen, just two black holes. His lips were long gone and yet - yet he was still alive. He was crawling without skin, his open flesh scraping against the concrete floor, leaving a dark trail in its wake whilst something sounding like grunts and chugging was leaking out of his mouth.

"Pretty, eh?"

Jimin's teeth were chattering, his hands were tight around the doorknob and he was frozen. The smell wasn't even affecting him as was the sight of a human being reduced to a snail, reduced to a pile of red mess still begging for life. Palpitations in each part of Jimin's small body spread simultaneously as he was desperate to know what action deserved such a gruesome end.