Regret-Jikook

Memories Hurt

3rd POV:

It's been a whole week now that Jimin was living with this Mafia, called BTS.

 His roommate, Taehyung was the weirdest person he ever came across to but to Jimin he was a goofball. Soon they became best of friends, given they were of the same age and living in the same room. Taehyung helped Jimin a lot, both emotionally and physically, taking care of his wounds as well as mentally helping him adjust in this new environment that was full of deaths and violence. It was always a wonder for Jimin how Taehyung survived in such a violent atmosphere being such a bright and shiny person.

He was all alone in his room, none of his Hyungs came today and it was awfully quiet in the whole mansion. Jimin was curious but didn't want to go out since he was scared that he would encounter Jungkook and he didn't want to get in trouble with him. He has been living here for weeks but he never stepped outside his room, he didn't even know how big the house was, or what was the way to the kitchen. 

He just sat there waiting for his Hyungs to come, but it was evening now and his curiosity got wilder so he decided to leave the room and go look for his them. 

He could have made an effort to escape but Taehyung clearly told him that the whole mansion was always heavily guarded 24/7 so any escape plan would be impossible.

He stepped into the hallway making his way towards the stairs. He descended downwards but still there was no one in his sight. Curious, he continued to move forward. He was so near to the front door, when suddenly it blasted open, making him jump back in fear, and once his eyes landed on the person in front of him, his heart stopped beating.

 A bloodied Jungkook stood in front of him, his white shirt dripping soaked in blood. His face had splashes of crimson liquid, while his face glowed with the euphoria of killing. 

Jimin was frozen in the state, the image in front of him was so disturbing that he wasn't able to even blink; he stood there like a statue of ice. 

Images of blood, smoke, broken class, his parent's last breath all started to re-emerge on the surface of his memories.

 He started to shake violently as he remembered the events of his parent's death, how they took their last breath in front of him, how their faces were barely recognizable because of all the blood covering it. 

He wasn't able to get out of shock for years. It was all because of his brother's efforts that he was able to move forward, but that brother wasn't there now, to hold him, to whisper to him that it was all okay.

Jungkook was lost in his own daze, unable to see the smaller boy staring at him with wide shocked eyes.

 He tilted his head opening his eyes that was when he realized that Jimin was standing there merely few steps away from him, his body shivering violently as he stared at him with wide eyes. Smirking, he made his way towards the smaller boy, planning to scare him more of him, because that is how he was. What he had become like everyone else would label him, A SADIST.

JK POV:

It was finally the day when we would act out our plan, of eliminating the entire gang that dared to go against me. We sneaked up on them, taking them all by surprise at their hideout as we started our mission, "CLEAN SWEEP". 

Suga, RM, V, and Hoseok all joined me on this very special mission, more like personal one as we made sure not to leave even a single one alive.

 I must admit they put on a great show, trying their best to kill us, but we were better.