Sanity

17: Impending Serial Killer

Jimin POV 

I nodded my head before waiting for him to leave and attempting to calm my anxious veins and mind. 

"He's with Jungkook... oh my god... I just made the dumbest mistake..." I whispered to myself. 

Namjoon. 

Felix. 

Taeyong. 

Hoseok. 

Their all part of Jungkook's cult and are corrupting the FBI team as I speak. 

I need to get to Taehyung and Daehyun as soon as possible. 

Sneaking out of my room, I listened to Taeyong's call with someone. 

"He's broken as expected. And no sir, he hasn't figured anything out yet. We will notify him in time. I will go through with sending attackers to the locations so that they can be distracted and you leave the country." 

"Make sure that he knows absolutely nothing about what goes down." Jungkook spoke on the other end.  

I will put you underground right after Jungkook. 

Sneaking out of the house and down the streets, I finally made it to the place where Daehyun was being kept. 

Yes, I knew that he was hidden away and no one chose to tell me. 

I didn't know that Taeyong was a liar about it all. 

"Tae-Tae Hyung!" I recognized Daehyun's voice as I was about to step inside from the window. I had paused seeing that Taehyung was fine but grew even madder at the person who stepped inside with him. 

"Hey, buddy! Look who's here with me?" 

"Hi, Appa!" Daehyun was transferred into Jungkook's arms. 

"Hi, Dae~ How's my favourite nine year old doing? You know, I missed you so much today!" 

"I'm good Appa. Tae-Tae hyung taught me how to throw a knife today. It was actually a lot of fun!"  I stared shock at the kid's words. 

He enjoyed knife throwing? 

What kind of fucked up place is he living in? 

"That's good to hear. Hey, Appa needs to go somewhere for some time and I won't see you for that time. But I'll come back soon, I promise. Taehyung will be here with you with Yoongi and Hoseok so you won't be alone. I want to come back and see you all grown up and strong like your Appa, okay?" 

"Bring me back chocolate, and don't get kidnapped. I'll miss you sooooooo much Appa!!" I watched Daehyun give Jungkook a slobbery kiss on the cheek before cuddling a bit and have the older ones leave. 

Jumping inside the room, I put a finger to my lip when Daehyun was about to yell my name in happiness. 

"When did you show up here hyung?" 

"Today... did they hurt you as they have before?" 

"No, they're actually very nice and they buy me stuff if I don't hit Jungkook hyung in the face." 

"Don't trust them Daehyun... they're very dangerous. I want you to remember everything I told you and use it to the best of your ability." 

"Wait, are you going to leave me for a long time?" 

"I'm going to put a lot of people in jail for hurting others. Don't trust them little one. Take care of yourself Dae... your second Eomma is going to miss you a lot. And if anything is about to happen, use this pen and record everything that happens. Click on the red button on the side to signal for help and people will come to save you from danger." I kissed Daehyun on the forehead before letting him hug me tightly and jumping out of the building. 

The entire room was just an innocent kid's place. 

But there were little things that screamed impending serial killer. 

The stack of pocket knives. 

The unused bullets. 

The colour black. 

The red splatters contrasting the black paint, making it seem like blood. 

It was an attempt to inspire Daehyun to evil. 

And it was working. 

"Taeyong? Why aren't you asleep yet?" I walked out of my room, seeming sleepy and barely able to hold myself up. 

"Just had to call the team for some documents. I'll sleep, you just rest. You have worked hard enough and I'll need your undying spirit tomorrow. Night Jimin." 

"Night, I guess?" I just chuckled before heading back to my room. I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. 

The list was updated. 

Namjoon. 

Felix. 

Taeyong. 

Hoseok. 

Taehyung. 

These people die seconds after I murder Jungkook, ruthlessly. 

I don't care who Jungkook thinks he is but he will never get the best of me.

Not now, and never in the future.