Sanity

16: Say Yes

Jimin POV

"Get away from him before I snap your neck into ninety different pieces and send it to Jeon!" I snapped.

Every single person stared at my threat in shock.

"I thought I told you to back off... how dim are you that you don't know what back off means?!" I started firing bullets at all the people there besides my best friend.

Heaving from how much energy I wasted on killing about 16 people in 2 minutes, I tried getting closer to my hyung only to be pulled back.

Someone was chuckling into my ear, pressing some sort blade onto my fixed veins. I hissed at the pain and tried to move out of the way but it wouldn't work.

Their grip was too strong.

"I knew you'd catch on quickly..."

Cuts were made directly on the bullet wound but I didn't act phased.

"And who the fuck do you think you are that you can do all this to me?"

"I'm your saviour. I'll always become more than just that but I will never be treated like anything less with you."

"Makes no fucking sense but alright. When are you letting up?" Blood covered my shirt and trickled down my stomach and arms. The pain grew to be excruciating and I felt the tears welled into my hazel brown eyes.

"Not until you say yes."

"Wait, yes why?"

"Because if I don't let up in the next three minutes, you will pass out from blood loss and I will take my chance to cut through your fixed veins and kill your friend here at the same time. You say yes now, and I promise you won't regret anything later." He pressed harder into my veins.

"Who wants me to say yes, Jeon?"

"You have to... he will die if you don't."

"But why?!"

"You'll find out later! Just say it!" He started slicing through one vein.

Pain shot through every inch of my body but I couldn't complain.

Suddenly, someone walked in and held a gun against my best friends head.

"J-Jungkook, don't... please..."

"Say. Yes."

I glanced over, seeing the fearful gaze of my best friend. I looked back up at Jungkook and saw him, staring emotionlessly.

With a weak voice, I spoke up...

"Y-Yes." I cried.

In an instant, he let me go, only to see my shoulder and fix it up.

"Wait, I need you to see this..."

"S-See what... TAEMIN?!!" In an instant, my best friend (Taemin) was shot in every single part of his upper body. Gaping holes filled his skill, blood seeping to the floor and staining it.

Blood- Blood stained floors...

It never meant those mass killings of innocents.

It meant the mass killings of all my loved ones.

He wants me to see all the floors to be stained by the blood of my loved ones so that he becomes my centre and my whole world.

Tears streamed down my face but I channelled my entire energy into loading my gun. Looking at everyone standing near that body minus Jungkook, and shot them right in the head. I watched as each body fell to the ground, matching the dead body of my last friend.

Panting heavily and controlling myself from tears, I just sat next to Taemin's dead body. Well, I wanted to but Jungkook pulled me to lean against his chest and 'relax.'

"Don't think this will make me like you in any way possible. This only makes me hate you twice as much."

"Keep denying it Jimin. It makes me smile when you seem so confused about your feelings."

As I was about to speak, I stopped myself.

"Say what you wanted. I'm not going to judge you as you've assumed already."

"Why does it make you smile?"

"You're so cute. Every single time, I just want to cuddle with you and help you be less confused."

"Just know you won't see those moments ever again. I'm 100% sure when I'm saying this," I stood up and walked to the door. "Jeon, I hate you and always will. Get it stuck in your fucked up brain. I will never be yours." Storming out of the house, I cried in the dark streets and ignored the stares I got from others.

I'm sorry Taemin...

You were the last one I had left, the last person I could trust. The one I could share everything to. The one that wouldn't judge me over anything and listen for everything. The one that made me smile without even trying. The one that got me to dance even if my legs were sore from soccer. The one that forced me to join the FBI team, knowing it was my goal since middle school. The one that forced me to wake up when my veins were fixed in place for blood to flow to my heart when I could've died in a coma. The one that stuck with me through thick and thin. The one who loved me dearly and would attack me if I thought about suicide again.

I know that it's pointless seeing as you died on my fault, but I swear on your soul and mine, that I will get vengeance on all those people for hurting you and it'll be in any way possible.

"Jimin? Where were you? I called you for hours after I came back and got no answer. What happened?" Taeyong attacked me with questions and expected answers. I just stared at him blankly before heading to my room and packing everything up and sitting on my bed.

"What happened hyung?"

"We don't have to stay in Busan anymore. Jungkook already did what he needed to finish."

"Aren't we going to find out where he's going next?"

"Who cares anymore? I don't give two fucks if he lives or dies at this point. You wanna keep looking? Tell me now otherwise, let's go back to Seoul."

"We'll keep looking, hyung. This case is important for you, I know. And I am not letting you give up so easily." I sent him a sad smile.

"Where did you go anyways?"

"To my friend's house."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Taemin."