My puppet/ Yoonmin

chapter 8

The rest of the night was...... odd.

Jimin drank five glasses of wine and was currently on his sixth. He was barely affected, just extremely provocative. He was flirting with everyone left and right, his eyes no longer dull anymore and had a certain fire in them.

Though for some reason, he felt a bit of jealousy pooling in his stomach as he watched Jimin flirt with men and women. He had no idea why though. He should be happy Jimin was acting himself.

Jimin soon came around to him, smiling brightly, his eyes seemed to have a light in them for once.

"Hey, yoongi. Can I talk to you?" Jimin asked, impressively not slurring at all.

"Of course Jimin, what is it?" He inquired, straightening up in case Jimin said something important.

Jimin's face morphed from flirty and bright to solemn and sad, so quickly it had him taken aback for a few seconds.

"They hurt me, the people here hurt me." Jimin said, his voice slightly childish. He felt warning bells go off in his mind, knowing he must tread lightly right now.

"How do they hurt you Jimin?" He tentatively implored, noticing tears forming in Jimin's eyes.

"The bad men hurt me,  they erase my memories and shock me. It hurts, they mean to me. Take away my control and force me to obey them. It hurts." Jimin said in a childlike voice, tears streaming down his face while he rubbed his eyes.

"How long has this been going on Jimin?" He asks again, making his voice seem like a parent's.

"I don't remember, my mind blank. Jimin don't feel so good, jimin's head is starting to hurt again. Jimin's head always seems to hurt when he tell others. That's why he don't tell anyone." He whined, grabbing Yoongi's hand, causing him to jump.

"Hey, hey, it'll be okay. You don't have to say anything anymore. How about we get you out of here? You can stay at my place." He offered.

"They don't like it when I leave, but I guess it's okay for tonight." Jimin said, drinking the rest of his wine in one sip and setting it down before getting up, Yoongi following in tow.

Jimin seemed to sway slightly when he was walking. Not enough to be extremely noticeable, but enough to notice if you were paying attention. He could tell Jimin was way more himself when he was tipsy. Maybe the alcohol dulled his senses and made him become less aware and so the effects of whatever the hell he witnessed didn't seem to take control? He honestly had no idea.

He had to take the lead so Jimin could find his car, which was a sleek black Chevy, not very fancy but he liked it. He unlocked it and opened the door for Jimin, blushing slightly when Jimin got close to him, then scolding himself for it. He can't feel anything for Jimin right now, how can he? He's practically a robot.

But he has a plan in place.

He wasn't just gonna let Jimin stay for the night, no.

He's gonna save Jimin and they will go to Hoseok and find answers.

He's gonna help Jimin.

No matter what