An Unusual Desire (Discontinued)

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"Why didn't you call authorities?"

Yoongi and Jimin were standing across the room, practically interrogating Jin, who was sitting on the couch. Junki was still in the bathroom. Every so often, Jimin would crack the door open slightly, keeping a strong grip all the while. He remained passed out.

"Like I said, he had eyes everywhere. I did go to the station once, a dude was leaving. I didn't think much of it until he stopped me outside and handed me a wallet, and then said 'I don't think Junki would be happy to hear that you tried to rat him out.' And left. I just gave the wallet to the police and said i found it on the ground outside."

Yoongi rubbed his temple, clearly stressed.
"Yoonie," Jimin began, gently pulling his wrist down. Yoongi turned to look at his boyfriend, and his heart instantly melted. Jimin was obviously tired. It made sense, since the fight took a lot out of both of them. "I don't think there's much to do."

Yoongi nodded, rubbing Jimin's back before pulling away.
"Ji, pull him out here." Jimin raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" Yoongi nodded, mustering a small smile. It looked pained, but he tried.

Jimin sighed and walked to the bathroom, unlocking it. He dragged Junki out, who was still mostly unconscious. He seemed to be stirring awake when Jimin placed--or threw--him on the couch.

Yoongi stood to the side of the couch, glaring at his waking brother.
"Wha-oh, Yoongi! My man! Whatcha been up to?!" Junki flashed a grin that would've been very convincing if it wasn't for recent events. It was a surprise that Yoongi hadn't decked him in the face yet.

"What do you want? Why are you bothering my friends?" Junki took a second to process, looking at Jimin, then Jin, then at his handcuffed wrists.

"Why do you think? That kid," he waved at Jimin, "Is a fucking one in a billion! Not only is he a Magic, he's got two powers!" Jimin glanced over at Yoongi, who's jaw was clenched so tight he thought it was going to shatter.

"So? What were you going to do if you got him?" Junki stared at Yoongi and burst out laughing.

"What do you think? I was going to make more people like him. I got that one," he motioned to Jin, "To become like a Magic. I just needed to add more traits. I was going to take a look at the biology of a two trait Magic and try to make a four trait Magic! And I was so close."

Jimim glanced over at Yoongi, a questioning look being thrown his way.

Why're you asking him all this? I thought you already figured it out? Jimin waited for Yoongi to respond to his thought, and he didn't expect the one he got.

I did. We're recording it. There's a camera in my laptop that I turned on while you were getting him. Yoongi's laptop was indeed open, and Jimin made a mental note not to make it obvious that it was there.

"What? Speechless because of my amazing plan?" Yoongi closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"No. Just trying to process how much more idiotic you can get."

Call xxx-xxx-xxxx. Tell them Yoongi needs help and give them you address, please. Say you're going to the bathroom or something right now.

"I...I need a second. I'll be in bathroom..."

Jimin's POV

I walked into the hallway with the bathroom, but turned into the bedroom instead when I knew they couldn't see me. I called the number Yoongi had told me, and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello, this is the Min family. Who's calling?" A female voice answered the phone.
"Uh...You probably don't know me, I'm Park Jimin." I spoke in a hushed voice. "Yoongi said to call and say he needs help. We're at xxx street. Um...Junki's...here...." I trailed off, unsure of what to do and say.

The line seemed to go dead for a few seconds. "You said xxx street? We'll be right there." They hung up, kind of scaring Jimin.

He left, but stopped in the bathroom and pretended to be doing something so Junki wouldn't be suspicious.

"What, so you took him against his will?" Yoongi was almost yelling when I got back into the living room.

"Yeah, I guess. It's not that hard. Threaten a few friends, there you have it. People are too compassionate these days. It's easy to manipulate them." I could tell Yoongi wanted to punch him.

"Not worth it." And there's a camera with evidence we're turning in, editing it is tampering with evidence.

A knock fills the small apartment. I turn to Yoongi, who nods at me to let them in. That was unusually fast, I think to myself. Outside are two older people--a man and a woman. The woman had obvious resemblance to Yoongi, so no doubt they were family of sorts.

"Park Jimin, I suppose?" The male spoke. I nodded, cracking as much of a smile as I could at the moment. I bowed down politely, trying my best to be respectful. What was seen as polite behavior had fled from my mind and I was struggling to remember proper greetings.

"Um--they're in the living room," I spoke in a hushed voice. "Be careful of what you do...Yoongi hyung set up a camera." I stepped aside, letting them enter. They smiled, though they looked some what suspicious of me. Oh--duh. I'm a Magic, they're probably werewolves.

Yoongi's POV

Jimin was right, I did want to punch my brother, but he was practically ratting himself out. So, I'll get my revenge soon enough.

My mother and uncle walked in, Jimin ahead of them. He stopped next to me, grasping my hand once more. It was a small gesture, sure, but currently, it was keeping me sane.

"Mo-mom?" Junki looked shocked at our mother's presence. One of the many reasons I brought them here--he should be confessing his attempted assination on her, our uncle, and...dad.

"I'm not your mother, child. You lost her when you tried to kill her."

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