Jimin giggles as Jungkook's kisses get messier, a few moans slipping out often. The two lovers made the minions uncomfortable, however neither of them cared, obviously.
"We're here, boss." Jungkook plants one last kiss on his lover's lips before looking out at the shabby house they were parked in front of.
"You grew up here?" He asks, looking at Jimin. The smaller nods as he gets out of the car.
"Yep." Jungkook lets him grab his hand as he gets out.
"What? Do you feel sorry for me?" He giggles. Jungkook looks down at him before grabbing his jaw and kissing his lips.
"No...I'm getting angry. Anyone who hurts you...they'll regret it." Jimin smiles at him.
"I look forward to it." Still holding each other's hand, the couple make their way to the front door, the minions following behind them. Jungkook rolls his eyes when Jimin knocks politely.
"Really, darling?" Jimin looks at him.
"What?" Jungkook chuckles before raising his foot and kicking the door open. He walks in and Jimin's father comes from the kitchen.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch." Once Jimin's father lays his eyes on Jungkook, his mouth shuts quickly. It makes him laugh.
"Oh, so it seems you know who I am. I mean, who wouldn't." He says. He looks behind him and sees Jimin looking around. He assumes it's because he hasn't been there since childhood.
"Wh-What do you want? I don't have anything." Jungkook steps closer and backs the man into the living room. He spots a picture of Jimin as a child handing about the TV. However, marker was scribbled, on the glass, over his face.
"Would you come in here, honey?" Jimin hears Jungkook calling and skips into the living room. His father looks at him with wide eyes.
"Jimin? What...what is this?" Jimin smiles at him.
"Hi, dad. It's been so long since we've seen each other. Last time I saw you, you beat my ass pretty badly right before kicking me to the curb...memories." He says. Jungkook smiles at him before turning toward his father.
"You weren't a good father, were you? You wreak of alcohol and the morning's high is fading from your system. Beating the only child you had left. Usually I wouldn't get involved in personal matters." He snaps at a minion and they run back out the the van.
"You see, this personal shit is not my style. But you hurt someone I love and now you'll have to pay for that." He looks Jimin in the eyes and hooks a finger under his chin.
"How about you handle this one, baby? I promise you'll love it." Jimin nods before a light kiss is placed on his lips.
"Okay." The minion comes back with a bag and Jungkook takes it from him. He reaches inside and grabs a bat, handing it to the smaller. Jimin turns toward his father as Jungkook orders his minions to tie the man down.
"I wanna thank you, dad. Because of you, I pursued a career that brought me to the love of my life. And he brought me here....unfortunately for you I'm a lot more insane than I was when you kick me out." He says with a laugh. He stands up straight and cracks his neck before lifting the bat up. His eyes grow dark and a sinister smile grows on his face before he swings at his father's head.
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"Holy shit!"
Jungkook sits on the couch, an adoring smile on his face as Jimin wipe the blood from the bat. When he drops it, Jungkook stands up and reaches into his jacket, pulling out a hand gun.
"Do you want to? You don't have to if you don't..." Jimin smiles at him before grabbing the gun. His father begins to squirm and cry, despite the agony he was experiencing. Jimin admires the weapon, the beautiful gold detailing and the gold joker on the grip.
"Burn in hell, dad. I'll meet you there when it's my time." He presses the gun against his father's forehead and pulls the trigger before he could even blink.
Jimin was expecting the back of his father's head to blow out, but it was far from what he saw in the movies he watched. Rather than just a splatter of blood, it was more of an explosion of flesh and blood. Most of all, he wasn't expecting blood to get on him either. The feeling was surreal.
Jungkook looks at him, wiping blood from Jimin's lips.
"How do you feel?" Jimin looks at him before smiling.
"It feels great. Like a weight being lifting off my back." The younger smiles before kissing him. It had to be the hundredth time Jungkook had kissed him but he loved it.
"I'll get your suit dirty." Jimin says in between kisses. Jungkook grabs his ass and pulls him closer, clearly ignoring Jimin's concern for his clothing. When they finally part, Jungkook licks his lips, his hands never leaving Jimin's body.
"Let's go. We're done here." Jungkook instructs, the minions getting to the van. Jimin looks back at his father's body.
"You okay?" Jungkook asks. Jimin looks at him.
"I'm still letting it sink in." Jungkook holds him closer before they walk toward the van. The driver doesn't hesitate to head another destination, Jungkook helping Jimin clean the blood off his skin during the ride.
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"Seokjin?" The Officer looks up from his desk and smiles at his partner, Taehyung. His smile falters just as fast when he notices the somber look on his face.
"Hey...what's up?" Taehyung bites his bottom lip before adverting his eyes.
"You may want to come with me...it's about your father." Seokjin frowns before standing, shutting down his computer and following his partner. They get to the parking lot and Seokjin looks at Taehyung with confusion.
"Tae..." Taehyung looks at him with a sigh.
"Just get in..." Seokjin does as suggested before they take a long and silent ride. His heart was pounding in his chest as questions ran through his mind. What was so urgent about his father? Did something happen to him? Was Jimin involved in it? What the hell was going on?
"Taehyung...Tae, you're really worrying me right now. What's going on?" Taehyung doesn't look at the questioning man, keeping his eyes on the road.
"There was a report of gunshots coming from your father's house earlier today...when the local police got there..." Seokjin looks at him as he stopped breathing. The sounds around him began to fade slowly, save for the harsh thumping of his heartbeat in his ears.
"What? Does...what does that mean? So he's dead?" Taehyung glances at him quickly before nodding.
"Yeah...Look, I know you never got along with your father and your brother's history...but I still felt informing you was only right. He is your father, after all." Seokjin finally lets a breath escape and he sits back in his seat. He didn't really know how to deal with the information. The father that abused him family and kept him and his mother from seeing Jimin for all those years...was dead. Seokjin sighs, pushing the malicious thoughts to the back of his mind.
"We're here." Taehyung's voice brings him back to reality and he takes a deep breath, his exhale quivered when he looks at his old home.
"You ready?" Seokjin nods hesitantly before they walk inside. From the entrance, Seokjin could smell the stench from his childhood: the faint smell of weed and smoke, blending with the old mildew smell of the aged house. It makes him feel a bit light-headed.
"In here, Seokjin." Taehyung says, calling the older into the living room. When he steps foot inside, his heart drops at the sight of his battered father. Seokjin moves closer and sees the small Joker symbol scribbled onto his fathers forehead. His breath gets caught in his throat, the thought of the Joker doing this.
"Jin...hey you don't look so good." Seokjin can't make out who spoke, feeling himself getting dizzy.
"Oh shit! Someone grab him, he's gonna fai-" Seokjin doesn't hear the rest of the sentence as he collapses, fainting.
