Doom, Death, and Destruction (A Tale of Superpowered BTS)

Chapter Six

Jimin adjusted the sleeve to his uniform as he stared at the tray of food in front of him. His congee had long since gotten cold and the fruit was about the only appetizing thing left. He was thinking about finishing eating until he saw some of his coworkers stalking towards him.

  "So, I heard your dear friend is one of the abnormal ones. A mutant." Alex, one of the guards sneered as he sat down beside Jimin. "How much did you know? Were you actively helping him?

  "Of course not. I already talked with the council, if I had helped him at all I would be on probation." Jimin dropped his chopsticks onto his tray and stood up.

  "Come on kid, sit down." One of the guards reached out to touch Jimin. Instincts took control and Jimin had the mans arms twisted and pressed into his back.

  "Don't touch me." He growled out before pushing the guy away. "I didn't know, neither did any of you. Leave it alone." Jimin walked away from them, clutching his fists. He couldn't feel his anger. He was never rid of his anger, it was always in him and infecting his actions. Now though, it was strangely lacking. He couldn't get angry at his friend. He was disappointed sure, but he wasn't angry. How could he be angry when his friend was now being tortured and treated like some lab rat.

  Jimin shook his head and made his way to the cells. It was his day to look over the subjects. His supervisor tried to get him to switch with someone, but he refused. He wasn't weak. He wasn't going to fall apart because his friend was being tortured.

If he were honest, yes he actually would fall apart seeing Namjoon be hurt. But he wanted to make sure his friend was safe, that want, need, was so much stronger than that. He swiped his identification card to control the elevator and pressed for the basement. His fingers rubbed against the cold metal button, his hesitance stopping him from pressing the button. His eyes closed and he pressed the button. He couldn't let himself be ruled by his emotions. He had to follow his purpose.

  No matter what anyone said Jimin knew his purpose. He was a guardian. His job was to protect those he loved. That was why he couldn't be angry at Namjoon, he never would be able to. Namjoon was his precious person and he would do anything he could to save him. It was why he was going into the depths of the basement to see the experiments. It was why he became a guard in the first place. When Namjoon said he was going to be the lab assistant Jimin knew he would have to follow him, to keep Namjoon safe. He wasn't just there to physically guard Namjoon, but to emotionally protect him. Whenever he could see Namjoon wavering with guilt, Jimin was at his side. Whenever his friend looked scared, Jimin was there to remove the subjects and give his dear friend space.

  Sighing Jimin left the elevator and continued down the hall to the cells. He could hear the dripping of pipes overhead.

  One may think that the headquarters were in disarray because of the amount of broken plumbing and dirt in the calls. But that was not true. The whole headquarters was precise. Everything was clean and well-kept. But nobody wanted to put forth that effort for the subjects, they weren't worth it so it was left in bad conditions.

  Jimin flexed his hands as he entered the main room. His eyes swept through the cells. Namjoon was alone in his own cell, he was sitting serenely against the wall, letting the water soak through his clothes. The rest of the subjects were grouped in cells by pairs. His anger was back and without remorse he slammed his baton against the clear doors making the subjects flinch. "Who did it. Who the hell sent him here." Jimin pointed his baton at Namjoon. So, Jimin hadn't come to confront the subjects, really he hadn't, and he was feeling remorse for his actions. But his anger was its own creature. It had a soul of its own and it demanded vengence. It wanted to see the people to blame fall and beg for mercy.

Nobody hurt his precious people then walked away safely.

  "It was me." Subject one looked at Jimin, his lips curling into a humourless smile. "Did I do something wrong? Hm? A creature like him should be with the rest of the rats shouldn't he?"

  "Hoseok," Jungkook said softly. The kid looked at Namjoon with weary eyes. He hadn't meant to start all of this. He didn't know Hoseok would tell, and he didn't think he would see the lab assistant tortured with the rest of them. Everytime he felt bad Hoseok and Yoongi would remind him that it was just karma, that Namjoon had done the same to them so he deserved it too, but it still felt wrong.

  "What? You know its true." Hoseok scoffed then looked at Jimin with a vicious grin. "Why, what are you going to do about it, hm?"

  "Do you really want to know?" Jimin said with a stern glare. It wouldn't be hard for him to open that door and choke the subject. Each of them were weak and malnourished. They were barely kept alive and tortured on a daily basis. There would be no fight. He knew how strong Hoseok was, he carried the older boy on a daily basis. He could easily destroy him. His fingers gripped tighter on the baton as his skin turned white from pressure.

  "Jimin!" Namjoon snapped. Instantly Jimin straightened and put his baton away. "Don't, really. Its not worth it."

  "Trained your attack dog well didn't you?" Yoongi said with a snort, eyeing Jimin. He had thought the young guard would drag them all out of the cells and beat them. It wouldn't be the first time, or the last. Namjoon said nothing and just wearily looked at the ground before him before he stood up and walked to the cell door.

  "Go back to your room."

  "I won't." Jimin shook his head and walked to Namjoon's cell. His eyes took in his friend. He knew Namjoon was strong but that didn't matter.

  "You were given a day off." Namjoon stated, he knew the rules, he knew how the organisation worked. Heck, Jimin swore sometimes that Namjoon wrote the rules.

  "Yeah, and I didn't take it." Jimin put his hand on his baton and glared at his friend. He didn't want to confront Namjoon in front of them, he didn't want to snap and yell. He didn't want to ask why he wasn't trusted enough to know. Not when they were watching. "Are you okay?"

  "Of course." Namjoon nodded and smiled at his friend. "Look at me, nothing has happened. I can breath and walk, and talk. There's nothing to worry about. So take a few deep breathes and switch your shifts around."

  "No." Jimin shook his head. "The guards. I don't trust them." Jimin grit his teeth, just imagining what they might do to Namjoon made him see red. There was no way he would leave his friend to their judging batons.

  Namjoon laughed, not thinking about the other subjects. "Are you an idiot? Jimin, I've known them all my life, there's nothing they can do to me."

  "Yeah. Sure." Jimin rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. His eyes flickered over to the experiments. His heart went out for them and their situation. He always tried his hardest to support them. He felt as if they had betrayed him by throwing Namjoon into this situation. He knew that was ridiculous. They had no agreement. He could feel Namjoon's reproachful gaze on him. But he ignored it. They weren't his precious people, they did not matter to him.