Delivery Boy (YOONMIN)

Broken chpt82

Five inches

If he was granted five measily inches more the blade would have been lodged into his wind pipe a fatal incision that guaranteed a long agonizing death.

He would have been left to bleed all over the marble tile of his best friend's home but thankfully Namjoon was quicker than he seemed to be.

With goose bumps ghosting over his quivering flesh and his mouth drawing a deep breath from his deprived lungs, he kept his hand securely wrapped around the others wrist, fingernails marking the docile flesh.

"J...Jimin-ah...don't do this"

Salty droplets began to rain down. Small pitter-pattering sounds landing on the marble white tile. The little droplet did not belong to Jimin, for his tear ducts had dried up months ago, his depression had robbed him of the comfort of crying. The small tears belonged to no one other than Kim Namjoon, his misty eye wet and his voice trembling "J...Jimin-ah...I...I don't know how to help....please just...just let me help you!!!"

Namjoon was not one to beg but fate had turned the circumstances around and left him desperate for answers.

"You can't help me Namjoon"

"Please!!!"

Jimin rolled his head on his shoulders, his emotionless gaze examining the single-eyed male before him.

"You're so pathetic"

If Namjoon wasn't so afraid that the boy was about to end his life, he would have gladly let the weight of his heart carry him to the floor. His tears dried as he kept quiet, his face dropping with sorrow. "J..Jimin-ah wha--"

"You're pathetic Kim Namjoon. I'm sick of you, your stupid lies, your fake fucking smiles and your stupid sympathy. I'm sick of how you act tough and the second things go south you sit there quivering like some mindless child. You're a pathetic excuse for a man and I want nothing more than to leave this world and worthless garbage like you behind."

With his jaw hanging from its hendges and his eyes bleak. The monotone speech did not make the man release his hold.

"J..Jimin-ah...yo...you don't really mean that."

Jimin's eyes narrowed "Let me go Namjoon and I'll show you just how much I mean it."

"No....Jimin, please just let me help you, I can....I can make it better!!..I can fix this...I can f---" Namjoon was bargaining for his fate, his rambling pleads trying to restore the boy's sanity.

But the loud laughter had demolished any sign of hope he had left.

The man was silenced as the agent burst out into a humorless laughing spill. His body rolling backwards as his hands were held captive, the blade in his hand shaking from the iron grasps he had on it.

"HA!!! You can't fix this Namoon, you can't fix Yoongi, you can't fix our situation, YOU CAN'T FIX ME!!!"

The boy suddenly silenced his laughter, leaning in close so his gaze was locked onto him.

"You're useless Namjoon, I wish I would have never spared you from Zico."

The boy's left cheek twitched, revealing an evil smirk.