THE DARKEST HOPE

Chapter 27 When the cat's away, the mice will play

"Hello, beautiful!" came Namjun's voice. "Now, tell me, where do you usually hide the valuables in this house?"

Jimin turned around slowly just to find himself staring directly into the mouth of a loaded gun, pressed against his head. Namjun was smiling predatory.

Chapter 27

When the cat's away, the mice will play

Jungkook was running. He wanted to escape, to get away. From what exactly? From everything most likely, from life, from your own consciousness. But is there a way to escape oneself.

It was a rushed frantic run, his breath hastily leaving his lungs only to let cold burning air to invade them painfully again. The itching wind was hissing into his years biting his face with its sharp iced teeth. It started to snow heavily.

Finally the winter that impatiently waited at the door came with all its might and now white scattered pieces of snow were hurriedly flying around and finally resting on the hard, frozen ground. The night had suddenly become very silent and still, the deep, hollow silence of emptiness.

But the boy could hear something. It was the sound of his rapid breathing and some tiny moaning noise from the inside of his chest, like that of a wounded animal.

He was running as far away as possible. Away form the only place he wanted to call home, away form the only man he wanted to be with. Anguished tears were rolling over and over down his cheeks, only to dry there almost immediately leaving dry frosty trails.

He was running as if nothing else mattered, like fierce demons were chasing him, holding death in their claws. But no one can save himself from his own thoughts and painful feelings. They were embracing him tightly and refusing to let go no matter how fast he ran.

What had he done? How could he do that to Jimin?! He was a monster. A cruel vicious beast, someone who didn't deserve to exist on this earth. Another tortured sob left the bottom of his throat. At this moment the only thing Jungkook wanted was to disappear like he was never born.

The image of Jimin's lean body twisting in pain under him, the tears in his eyes, the sobs on his lips were the only thing he could think of with horror. And he caused that with his own hands, he even wanted to do it at the time. Why? He couldn't remember that.

Maybe to show how betrayed he felt, to give back some of his own torment and suffering. To prove that he was not just another test subject for the vampire laboratory, that he was someone different, special, someone Jimin should pay attention to.

But he proved nothing, he achieved nothing. The only thing he actually left behind was the fact that he was bad, really bad, a dangerous man to be around. Look what he did. The one he wanted to keep safe and protect, the one he treasured more than anything. He crashed him down like he was nothing...

But Jimin lied to you! He lied!

It didn't matter though. Not anymore. What if he lied. It wasn't half as bad as what Jungkook did. It couldn't even compare. And all that Jungkook wanted at the moment was to go back and beg for forgiveness. Right now he would willingly lay down for Jimin's experiments and let him infect him with the virus, take his life, his freedom, anything he wanted. Just if he would forgive him...

What if it would mean death? Life didn't matter anymore. Noting did.

Jungkook fastened his run even more. But he was already too tired. His legs finally gave away and he crumbled on his knees, breathing intensely, the effort to do so was twisting his chest into suffocating convulsions and painful coughs.