[RE-EDITING]Follow My Tune - Jimin x Reader

The mistake

A/N:
OBS! This chapter takes place right after the chapter "The deal". Now enjoy lovelies!❤

Author's POV.

The sun had almost disappeared behind the rooftops, only some few sunbeams reached their way through the now shadow filled streets.

A lonely lamp post shone it's dull light over the narrow alley that stood quiet. The only thing that could be heard, was the sound of a pair of feet that walked over the old concrete. Creating a echoing sound that bounced on the walls as the shadowy person made their way to his destination.

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Listening to the sound of his own feet hitting the ground with every step he took, Jimin smirked for himself as he continued to make his way through the narrow alley. Thoughts had filled his mind, as he had imagined y/n's worried face from earlier that day. Could it be that she had been actually worried for him?

Y/n was quite an interesting person he had to admit, not like the ones he had ever targeted before. Some had been really easy to lure in, but not y/n. And he kind of liked that, it made the whole thing a lot more entertaining.

Taking a turn to the right, he entered a very suspicious looking alley. Like the ones you will find in a crime movie. Trash was laying spread out on the ground, as a odd mist surrounded the place, only adding even more drama to the scene.

Jimin had his hands in his pockets and kept his ears and eyes open for any sudden sounds, though he wasn't scared since he was kind of used to these surroundings. The life of a siren meant that you at times had to pass by places like these during different occasions, though predators like him didn't mind it that much to be honest.

"Well well well, isn't it Mr. Airhead who puts his nose into others business?" a voice said out of the blue.

Stepping out of the shadows from around a corner, the guy from earlier came into the dull light. His black hair being tucked into a navy blue beanie, while the rest of him was dressed in a hoodie similar to the one Jimin was wearing.

He leaned against the brick wall as his arms was crossed over his chest, two black orbes stared at Jimin with such distaste in them.

"Tell me man, when was the last time you took a look at yourself in the mirror? Cause I think it's the other way around." Jimin said mockingly, pulling the hood of his shirt down. Letting his sleek blond hair loose, somehow managing to brighten up the dark alley.

"A comedian I see. How funny, almost as fun as I'm gonna have when I'm finished with you." the guy said, confidence overflowing in his voice.

"No violence is needed, if you just leave y/n alone." Jimin spoke the words through gritted teeth.

A cold mocking laugh came from the guy, as he smirked.

"My personal pleasure slave you mean? Well the thing is that I kind of need her, and as soon as I have got rid of you, me and her are gonna have a nice little 'talk'. "

Those words made for some reason a impact on Jimin. He didn't know why, because y/n was only a target in his eyes. His target though, but why did the guy's words burn in his chest like that? He didn't like the way he spoke about her, it made the blood in his veins boil. It made him want to destroy him right there on the spot, tearing him into smithereens.