"this is a beautiful house." jeongguk says. they're hiding in the shadows, watching as namjoon bursts in through the door, gun in hand.
"don't move. i swear to god, don't move or i will shoot the living fuck out of you." he says.
yoongi nods. "yeah. it's a great house." he turns to jeongguk and says seriously, "i could buy you one if you want."
"hah! so it's namjoon. back from the dead, huh?!" jimin laughs, stepping back into a laundry rack that falls with a crash onto the ground.
"shut up! don't say a word." jeongguk hisses. "this is the good bit."
"i said, don't move!" namjoon screams, pushing the bullet into place. there's silence. and out of the darkness, jimin...
begins to laugh.
small chuckles, which slowly grew louder, that crescendoed into a high cackle. the very sound of insanity itself. he lifts his head back, mouth wide open, practically screaming his laughs at the top of his lungs.
"what are you gonna do? find mother? reclaim him back? well, too fucking bad! because–"
but then–
"jesus, it's seokjin!" yoongi exclaims as a figure runs, with a slight limp, towards the two. jeongguk springs up. "we gotta go! it's seokjin!" he hisses, but yoongi pulls him back down.
"we agreed that we will go at the signal." yoongi says. "don't go running."
namjoon turns and seokjin steps into the moonlight; tousled hair, bloodshot eyes and horrendously bruised skin, standing there with tears in his eyes.
"namjoon. oh, namjoon!" he screams, stumbling back. he falls, and both namjoon and jimin reach out to grab him. namjoon kicks jimin away and wraps his arms around him, pointing the gun over his shoulder.
jimin's eyes gleam red.
"get. your. hands. off. my. mother."
"he's not your mother. he's seokjin, and he's a human, and he has his right to freedom!" namjoon shouts at him, readying his finger on the trigger.
jimin smirks, and reaches into his pocket.
jeongguk and yoongi nod at each other.
namjoon points his gun at the ceiling.
the gunshot ricochets through the empty neighbourhood as all three lunge for jimin.
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son, my son ↯ bts
Terror❝ chains around my wrists. ❞ ; the fate sealed by god, and the plea heard by the angels. lowercase intended. © SIYA 2017. A SPIN-OFF TO 'MOTHER'. completed !