Deranged | Jimin

Aftermath

Jimin took out his phone and dialed a number. "Jungkook, we need a cleanup crew, code Jaguar. All down. Yes. I need treatment... No, Yerin is fine. We need new clothes. Tell Yoongi-hyung we are coming back... I will tell you the details when I'm back."

Putting the phone back into his pocket, he said to me, "We have to wait here for the cleanup crew since you have blood on you too. As for you two," Jimin turned to Taehyung and Mum, "Stay here."

"How long until they get here?" I asked.

"Around fifteen minutes," Jimin replied. He also went to close the door just incase. I looked around. I was trapped underground with more dead people than I had ever seen in my life. Puddles of red painted the concrete floor and Death was the artist. He surrounded me, his boney finger barely scratching my skin; and strangely, I was't afraid. I remembered when I first met Jimin, the idea of this artist was so foreign to me I even tried to prevent Jimin from carrying out his work. But now, it seemed I had become accustomed to him.

I was bought back to reality from my thought when Jimin came back and crouched down next to Yun's unconscious body. He pulled the cloth belt out of the loops of Yun's trench coat and tied his hand behind his back with it, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding out of massive wounds. He then lifted his coat and undid his belt, using that to tied his feet together as well. I could tell he was experienced with doing this. Jimin straightened up and turned his gaze onto my mother.

She let out an awkward laugh. "Oh, no, Jimin, you really don't have to..."

Not listening to her, Jimin pulled a black belt out of a dead guy's pants and tied my Mum's hands behind her back too, a bit too roughly.

"Ouch," Mum muttered while Jimin was strapping the leather around her wrists, "I hope this is not how you treat Yerin at night"

I facepalmed, understanding the adult joke my Mum just made. The thing was, that was exactly how he treated me at night.

"You," Jimin said to Taehyung while fixing him a malicious gaze. "I am bringing you to Yoongi-hyung with me. Whatever you have to say about working for someone else, say that to our Boss. And I advise you to be completely honest this time."

"Y-Yes, Executive Park," Taehyung replied after a gulp.

I gasped a little when I saw that Jimin was still bleeding out from his arm where the man stabbed him. I knelt down next to the same guy Jimin pulled the belt from and grabbed the knife in his cold hand. I put the knife at the bottom of his blue cotton t-shirt and started going back and forth, not stopping until I had an elongated stripe. I then quickly used it to wrap around Jimin's wound as tightly as possible, hoping to reduce further blood loss. He put his hand over mine and gave me a nod as a thank you. We then walked to the back wall of the basement and sat down. Mum and Taehyng went and sat at the adjacent wall. I sat on Jimin's left so I could press the wound with my hand. I laid my head on his shoulder and he responded by crooking his neck to be closer to me.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jimin said after a while of silence while gazing over at his work.

"Isn't what beautiful?"

"Death. The way they struggle. The way their truest personality comes out in their last moments. The way the light in their eyes distinguish when they realise their deaths are imminent."

There was a pause as I thought about what he said. "No," I replied, "I think life is much more fun. You get to experience so much, be it good or bad. I think... I think no one really deserves to die."

"What about all these people in front of you?"

"They tried to harm us, that's why they are dead. But they don't deserve to die. They probably have wives and kids that need their support. Maybe that's why they turn to... um, what are they called?"