THE DARKEST HOPE

Chapter 53 The Cure

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Sorry for posting so late but I've been really busy these days... Also, there is one final chapter of the book coming, wait for it, it's called "Epilogue", you won't regret it... It will be totally worth the wait. You want to know what happens to the main characters at the end, right?

After the end of this story I have a couple more ideas at mind. I will be posting a new FF called "Freedom." The first chapter should be ready within a week or two. It will be a Vmin/Yoonmin story. Jimin is a slave... ;)

The second FF I've been thinking about is a slice of life, more realistic type of book, Jikook/Vmin story. They meet in a coffee shop and... /Thanks to VictorianAviator for the idea :)/

Well, Wait and see :)

  Love you, bye! Don't miss on the last chapter of this story :), coming up in a week, kisses!  

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Chapter 53

The Cure

Jimin kept his eyes shut, willing himself to remain in one place despite the fear crawling ticklish with its cold wet fingers up his spine. There was a dead silence in the room, only Tae's hastened uneven breathing squeezed weakly through the thickened air and barely reached Jimin's ears.

Jimin was waiting for the sound, the deafening thunder of the pistol that was going to end his life. The thought of it made him suffocate with fear. The seconds clicked one after the other and each one felt like it was going to be the last one. There was going to be one sharp, sudden pain and then nothing. The terminal, oblivious darkness he once desired was now hovering over his head uninvited. It was too soon, too untimely to be wanted even a bit and he felt paralyzed with horror as cold sweat broke on his forehead. Death! He wasn't ready for it... not like this, not now...

Time passed but nothing happened, the sound of the shot never came, no bullet pierced through his chest, no pain or empty darkness... Death was holding back for some reason and Jimin cautiously opened his eyes. Tae was still seated across the room, pointing the gun in his direction. His hand was shaking slightly and it made the weapon look like doing this small funny dancing in its place. Tae was pale and miserable; his eyes were staring somewhere behind Jimin's head, unfocused and blurred with tears.

Jimin dared to move and made one small step in Taehyung's direction. The other didn't react and it gave him the courage to cross the room. A few more steps and he was behind the desk, pulling slowly the gun out of Tae's sweaty fingers.

He didn't resist, just lowered his head, trying to hide the tears now freely rolling down his face.

"Jiminie, I'm sorry..." He whispered. "I don't know what I was thinking... What I wanted to do..."

Uncontrollable sobs were shaking his shoulders and he hunched forward crushed in defeat.

"Shhh..." Jimin was kneeling in front of him, pulling him closer in an eager attempt to comfort him. "It's all right, Tae..."

Taehyung just shook his head in denial. He'd fallen so low, his own desires and pain drove him down to a place he'd never imagined he'd reach. And now he was terrified with himself... Terrified and disgusted. It was as if some poisonous demon had crawled out of his heart and conquered him whole.

He sloppily wiped his face with his sleeve and looked at Jimin. The other was watching him with care and sadness in his eyes. There was no fear or accusation. Just one deep and sincere concern.