Psycho (Yoonmin)

6

Suga
I've been sitting in the same position for two hours and still no phone call, where the hell was Jimin? I sighed as I stood up to stretch a little when I saw headlights pull into the driveway. "Shit, Jimin that idiot. Why didn't he call me?" I shuffled up the stairs and hid in what looked like a closet which I think was actually a small boiler cupboard with tiny gaps in between the slats of wood so I could still see and breathe. I heard the door pull open and a loud grunt, I fumbled with my phone as I saw the main room light turn on and I clicked the call button to Jimin. It started to call and I heard the exact same ringtone he has coming from the living room. "Hmm who's this? That friend you were going to call to pick you up?" I heard the ringtone stop and there was some breathing at the end of the line, before I could say anything there was a sharp cough. "You're friend drank a little too much tonight, he was trying to call you to come and pick him up but he couldn't even grab his phone properly. He's perfectly safe so don't worry about that, bye." He hung up and my breath caught in my throat. He had Jimin. Jimin doesn't really drink, he told me that when Hobi asked about having a party to celebrate him turning up. I gently pushed the door open to where I was hiding and got out, it was much cooler in the hallway. My gloves made everything slip out of my grip so I had to slowly moved down the stairs without holding onto anything and without making a sound. I peered around the corner and saw the target carrying a small body through the house, he placed everything else he held onto on the side before turning to face me. The boy in his arms wasn't anyone random, it was Jimin. The man placed him on the sofa before tracing his face with his thumb. "New to town? Finally someone fresh." He growled, I cringed before taking out the knife I had tucked away in my belt. There was no way I was going to let him touch Jimin, we need him for the company sake. I slid down the rest of the stairs quietly and ended up behind the guy, he still didn't realise I was there and so I thought about how I was going to go about killing him when I tapped him. He sort of froze before shuffling to face me when I smirked. "Boo." I stared before driving the knife into his stomach, I covered his mouth with my hand so he couldn't scream for help when I pulled the knife out and stabbed him again. "That's for hurting my friend." I justified and his body went limp, I groaned as I held him up off of the floor. Why do all of my targets have to be heavy? Once I made sure he was dead I quickly cleaned up whatever evidence there could have been to send me to prison before throwing the body in the cellar, nobody would actually look for him there if I locked it. I threw the key in the bin before blocking the door with a large cabinet so neither the door itself or the frame could be seen from behind it. "Jimin?" I shook him gently before putting my hand on his throat to find a pulse, he had one thank god but it seemed too faint for him to be able to be conscious so I picked him up gently and carried him to the car. I have no idea what happened at that club but I don't want to find out either. I sighed as I buckled his limp body in the passenger side of the car before heading back to what we call home.

Jimin
I only remember the pain shooting through my neck, the guy put me in his car and I knew he drugged me. He was a rapist and he took me...

I opened my eyes wide at this thought and all around me was soft, the room I was in was unknown to me as I sat up and faced the wall. "Did he actually rape me?" I whispered as I hugged my stomach tightly, I couldn't get that thought out of my head as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Hey..." a voice spoke up and I flinched as a hand grazed my shoulder. "Don't touch me you pervert!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while closing my eyes and thrashing around to try and get away from the person's hands only to have arms wrap around me and hold me tightly. "Hey! Jimin it's just me! It's V!" The deep voice echoed in the room as I stopped squirming and opened my eyes to see the usually smiling guy with dark rings around his eyes with red undertones. "V? H-how? W-where?" I stuttered and he just let go of me and sighed, he rubbed his face before looking me in the eye. "Suga brought you back, he just carried you in and he was mumbling about not knowing what to do because we didn't know what the guy did to you... it's been four days Jimin, four days since then and Suga threw a fit three days ago at RM about how he ran things before driving off somewhere. He hasn't came back yet but he will soon, when he realises how stupid his outburst was." V explained and I just nodded as I sat cross-legged on the bed, he stood up and muttered something about getting food and letting the others know I was awake before leaving. I stood up on shaky legs before heading to my own room, I opened the door and smiled. Although I didn't get chance to go back to my old apartment to pick up my things everything that seemed remotely important to me was there, I just stood in the doorway staring at the now fully 'decorated' room that had all my clothes in and other essentials when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. "Do you like it?" A deep yet soothing voice asked, I knew it was RM before I could see him. I nodded and I heard him sigh in relief. "The same night Suga brought you back he took Jungkook and Jin to your old apartment to bring your things here for when you woke up but when you didn't wake up the next morning he seemed annoyed with himself and left after giving me an earful and trashing my office." RM explained and I nodded, he probably knew that V had told me the details so he left shortly after. I walked into my room and sat on the bed taking in my surroundings before picking up my phone and dialling the first number that I saw in my recent history and held it up to my ear as it rang.