Deranged | Jimin

Loss

I took a few steps back in disbelief. My mother...my own mother betrayed me? "Mum... What is this?"

Yun answered instead, "This is what it is." He placed a kiss on my mother's cheek and she giggled. That scene was physically repulsive.

"Mum, why would you do this!?" I questioned as anger rose quickly in me.

"Yerin... I am only doing what's best for you..." she answered rather quietly.

"What's best for me? What the hell are you doing anyway!?"

She looked at Yun who took his arm off her, walked forward, and took out my phone from his pocket. "Unlock your phone."

"Why?"

He didn't even wait to explain; he grabbed my hand and forcefully pressed my thumb onto the home button, unlocking it. I saw that he then went into my contacts, scrolled down, and found Jimin's number labeled 'Jiminie~❤️❤️❤️'.

He started texting him. I managed to see what he was typing: 'Jiminie, I need help!'

Jimin immediately replied, 'Baby, what's wrong?'

Yun typed again, 'Someone kidnapped me! I managed to hide my phone but I can't call you or they'll hear!'

'Where are you?'

Yun typed an address in response.

"That's not where we are!" I exclaimed.

"That's where he is going," Yun stated. He put my phone back into his pocket, ignoring the rest of the texts Jimin sent.

"Why did you tell him to go there!?" I questioned. "What's there!?"

"Let's see..." Yun reached into his other pocket and took out his own phone. He got a live video onto the screen this time. He tilted the screen so I could see clearly. It was a live feed of a dark room. I could barely make out the silhouettes of six men, all holding guns and aiming them straight at the only door of the room.

"This is where he will go," Yun said nodding towards the screen. "When he arrives to save his love, he will be shot so many times his body will probably be unrecognisable."

"Why!?" I screamed. "What is wrong with you!?"

"He is the Busan Killer," Yun replied calmly. "The police estimated that he has killed 23, but I think the number is bigger. He deserves to die for killing all those innocent people."

"Aren't you a police? Aren't you supposed to turn criminals in so they receive lawful punishment?"

"I was. I worked my way up in the police force believing that I am carrying out justice." He suddenly scoffed, "Why did it take me so long to realise? There is no justice in this world unless you take it into your own hand."

"What are you on about?"

"The Korean police force is corrupted to its core. General Commissioner Baek knew that Nam Seoyun was not really the Busan Killer, yet she forced me to close the case. That corrupted bitch!"

I remembered how Yoongi was phoning the General Commissioner of the police force, who was the most highly ranked person of the police force in Korea. Yoongi was friends with her so he must have bribed her or something.

My gaze landed on my phone in his pocket. I could see the outline of it. I suddenly reached into his pocket and grabbed my phone. It was still unlocked and on Jimin's contact details. I quickly pressed his number and it started calling. I had to warn him. Yun and one of the men surrounding us grabbed me and attempted to snatch the phone out of my hand. I struggled with all my strength and threw the phone away. It slid to a corner of the basement

It connected. I shouted loudly so my voice would be received, "Don't g-"

A man grabbed the phone and ended the call before I could even say anything. I groaned in frustration.

Yun laughed. "Good try, but not good enough."

My eyes landed on my mother, who had been watching all of this with a startled expression. "Mum..." I called out with a soft voice, "please, am I not your dear daughter?" Maybe I could try to appeal to her motherly instinct.

"Yerin dear, of course."

"Please save Jimin," I said as a few tears slid down my cheeks, "Please... I love him."

"I- I-" She looked between me and Yun with furrowed brows, "I- I can't-"

"Jimin is the love of my life," I continued. "He could be my husband. He could be the father to your grandchildren!"

"I- But-"

Yun let go of me and walked to her. He took her face into his hands and kissed her. Then he said tenderly, "Remember why we are doing this." I almost gagged again seeing this.

The softness in my mother's eyes was gone, replaced by determination. "You are right." She removed herself from Yun's grasp and looked at me. "Yerin, please understand. Park Jimin is not good for you. You won't have a good life with a serial killer."

"No, that's not true," I argued. "Ever since meeting Jimin, I have been so much happier. Yes, it has put me in a lot of danger, but I'm willing to go through all of that. I love him."

"He is a psychopath. Psychopaths are physically incapable of loving someone else. It's all been an illusion. It's a lie."

I shook my head. "That's not true."

Suddenly, noises came out of Yun's phone that had the live feed of Jimin's destination.

"Oh, what do we have here?" Yun looked at the screen of his phone and smiled.

The noise that came next chilled me to my core: a hail of gunfire.

"And justice is served," Yun said, locking his phone.

My knees gave out and I dropped to the floor. Jimin was dead. I physically could not comprehend that thought in my head. I had never in my life felt such heart-wrenching sorrow. It was as if not just my heart, but my whole being was being ripped in half. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes and wetted my top yet I could not care less. Nauseousness rose and I was physically sick from my anguish. I did not care that I was embarrassing myself under the gaze of everyone. There was only one thing overwhelming my mind right now.

My love was gone.