rough | yoonmin

ten

Look at him, sitting there having the audacity to be prettier than the sky behind him. He turns to me, with a smile so full of sunshine and positivity that it made my heart flutter. Maybe there was hope. Maybe... maybe we could make it.

"It's beautiful isn't it Yoonie?"

"It sure is Jimin, you sure are.."
 
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Min Yoongi was in turmoil. He never expected to see his childhood bestfriend/crush again, especially after hearing from his parents that he had passed away in their childhood. But he was out there. He had sat in front of him, spoke to him even.

The first day of seeing him again was very strange. I couldn't help but fight off the consciousness of knowing him from my past, making me regrettably decide that I would not speak to him about who I am to him. The decision was made based off of his safety.

Him not remembering me was probably for the best anyways. My broken heart bleed for years after his 'death'. The whole in my chest was gaping wide and my parents didn't know how to handle it. But I'm not stupid. I know that they had something to do with Jimins faked death. And that leads me to where I am now.

Walking towards them, I read off a list on the internet I found a couple days again titled '10 things the Mins have done this year'.

"Ministry, food pantries, $18 million to charity, political reforms, blah blah. You know what else you've done? Lied to me. Made me believe Jimin was dead. Made me attend his fucking funeral! And now, dearest parents, you've paired up with my mortal enemy, Kim Namjoon. Tell me, why did you do this?"

My mother looks at me with tears in her eyes. Both of my parents were tied to metal poles with zip ties and have duct tape over their mouths. For the years of suffering they've put me through, they can handle a couple hours.

Walking towards my mom, I rip the duct tape off of her mouth, making her wince in pain from her stinging flesh. "Honey.. we had to! You would have let that boy ruin your potential!"

Nodding my head, I laugh menacing. "Potential for what?! Look how I turned out mother! I kill people! I steal stuff. Is this the way you wanted me to turn out?!"

She shakes her head and smiles at me. "Yes!! That's all your father and I have ever wanted. To do things with out compassion or empathy! But that stupid boy made you feel things! We had to get him out of your way!"

"Feel things!?" I grimace. "I was only 15 years old when he disappeared from my life. How do you even do that?! If you were wanting a killing machine then you sure as fuck got one. Bye daddy dearest."

Pulling out a gun, I point the gun to my fathers forehead. My mom takes a loud gasp and tries to wriggle out of her restraints. "No no Yoongi please your father didn't have a part in it! It was me! All me!"

I glance at her sparingly. "Oh really then? Then you'll be the one who dies first if one of you doesn't tell me how you managed to erase Jimins memories and make him fall off the face of the earth. Where the fuck is he?!"

Shaking, I shove the gun further into my fathers temple, making his eyes close and squeeze together tightly.

"Okay okay! Just let your father explain sweetie... please just put the gun down." My mom pleads.

I turn quickly, pointing the gun to her left temple instead of my fathers, making her cry out. Making eye contact with my father, I see that he's trying to speak. Ripping the duct tape off his mouth, I smile when I see some hair stuck in the sticky part. "Talk dad. Or moms brains go flying."

My father takes a deep breathe.

"Jimin forgetting about you and his past childhood was something he did on his own. We didn't chemically alter his memories. We inlisted the help of Namjoon when we needed his tracks to be completely covered, since you know how good your brother is at hiding trails." He stops and gives me a pointed look.

I nod and cock the gun, giving him a hint to continue his story.

"Well, we didn't want you falling in love with this boy, so we decided to threaten his parents by using the boys medical expenses as a means to intimidate them into following our plan. The night Jimin went into the woods,  he actually got hyperthermia. The Parks were very poor and could not afford to treat him, so that's how we got him to move states away and make it seem like he was dead. We're so sorry Yoongi. We did it all for you."

Lowering my weapon, I sink to the floor. My whole life I had been lied to and been raised to become a killing machine. If that's what they want, that's what they'll get. The only person I care about in this world is Jimin.

Getting up off the floor, I point the gun at my father and pull the trigger. I ignore my mothers screams as stand over his body and shoot him again multiple times. Turning to her, she tries to back away from me repeating 'no no please don't', but I don't listen. Point the barrel of the gun towards my mother, I pull the trigger.

I had just killed the two people that stood in my way of finding my doll. And I don't feel an ounce of guilt.

I'll find you Jimin, just stay strong for me...