Lost and Found (Jirose)

Chase

My wife...

Something within Jimin snapped, like how a wooden plank cracks down the middle: hard, sharp and irreparable.

He slowly let go of Chaeyoung, taking her trembling arms off his neck.

"No, no please," Chaeyoung whimpered, sensing the feral rage oozing out of him.

She reached out to him but he gently stopped her, pushing her hands away as he stood up. She shrank beneath his hard gaze—right now he wasn't her Jimin. 

Right now, he was a whole other person: his eyes were ablaze with wrath.

Chanyeol grinned at her a few paces away behind Jimin, leaning nonchalantly on his cane with a gun in hand.

Alarmed, she noticed Jimin was very much empty-handed. Chanyeol's grin broadened when he saw her eyes widen at the realisation.

"Jimin," she pleaded urgently, "don't, don't fight him..."

She glanced back at Yeri, who for once looked like a lost and confused child, her eyes flitting rapidly back and forth between the brothers. 

Next to Yeri was Mrs Park, who was also watching with bated breath, her gaze hovering over Chaeyoung before darting to Jimin then to Chanyeol and back.

Jimin was still standing rigid as a statue, an angry vein jutting out at his temple. The only movement was the tremor in his fists as he seethed, teeth gnashing.

"Ooooohhh he's maaaaaaaddd," Chanyeol chuckled in an aggravating tone. "Come on, come at me if you dare."

Jimin ignored him, refusing to rise to the bait although what he wanted more than anything in the world right now was to snap Chanyeol's head off his neck.

Think. Think. Think.

"Oh look at him, what a coward. You can't even face me? Am I that intimidating? Or are you scared you'll do something you'll regret?" Chanyeol goaded.

"Like killing you?" Jimin snarled. "Because as of now, I didn't know I could hate somebody to the point of considering the most painful method to kill them."

"The feeling," Chanyeol whispered, "is mutual, little brother."

Jimin's vision tunnelled. There was no turning back.

"Why do you think I was taking my time with your little slut?" Chanyeol purred, "watching you break because of her would have been the cherry on the cake."

Jimin spun on his feet and leapt, all thoughts of restraint flying out of the window, all thoughts of approaching the situation with a cool head long gone.

killhimkillhimkillhimkillhim

He launched himself upon Chanyeol but Mrs Park was faster.

With surprising speed, she tackled Jimin out of the air at the same time that Chanyeol fired. The bullet missed them by a fraction. 

"What the—"

"Run children!" Mrs Park bellowed before charging full tilt towards a stupefied Chanyeol. He quickly recovered and raised his gun again, firing off rounds haphazardly as Jimin covered Chaeyoung.

But Mrs Park never stumbled—she tackled Chanyeol like a rugby player, both of them crashing to the ground in a flailing heap.

"Move!" Yeri was up and tugging at Jimin and Chaeyoung. "Let's go!"

"Wait! We can't leave Mom—"

"GO!" Mrs Park yelled as she wrestled with Chanyeol. She was surprisingly pinning him down well, pressing on his injured leg and making him grunt in pain.