rough | yoonmin

eleven

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It's been 4 months since Jimin had been taken. Yoongi was still in a state of fury.

There wasn't a day that had passed that he hadn't gone out and looked for his boy. Everyday, he'd wake up, load big guns and ammo into a big black van, and drive around different cities looking for anything, anything that held a clue to where Jimin was being held.

He never gave up hope though. Like now, as he lays in bed ready to sleep for the night so he can get up early and look for his doll, his mind is riddled with thoughts of carnage and murder. The person responsible for Jimins disappearance will be brought to justice by his hand.

The death of his parents didn't effect him in the slightest. When he killed them, he felt no guilt, and even when he dumped their bodies in the river, he felt no smudge of empathy.

The one thing that could make him feel any type of emotion, was when he thought of the memories he had with Jimin. His sweet sweet Jimin..

He would get him back. He had to. Jimin wasn't just a boy to him, he was his life, his oxygen... he was everything to Yoongi.

And anyone who got in his way would be met with hell's fire.

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"Pl-please sir I haven't heard anything new!" Yoongi cocks the gun, pointing it towards the direction of the mans daughter, who's shaking and crying in the corner of the bastards living room.

The man was what most would describe as a 'hitman'. One of many that Namjoon had sent after him in the past months. And just like the others, this would was easy to find and take into custody of in Yoongis cellar.

He liked to call it his home torture room. When the first hitman came, easily identifiable and not skilled in the art of killing like Yoongi is, it was an easy kill.

Expect, the mess was awful and the police were up his ass. A good amount of money had them off his tail fairly quickly though, but it was annoying nonetheless.

So that's why he created his killing room. It was a basement originally, but all the torture devices hanging in the walls made it something much more sinister. There was a drain in the middle of the floor that allowed the clean up to be nice and neat.

Back to the man begging for his life.

Eyes widening, he starts to beg-"No no please! Spare her! It's my fault! I know where you can find him Boss!"

Yoongi turns towards the pathetic excuse of a man, and raised an eyebrow.

"You think that's the first time I've heard that?! Iv been searching for months! Months! How do I know that you aren't lying to me to save your own sorry life and daughters?"

The man opens his mouth, eyes glancing between the gun and his daughter. "I promise you, I know where he is. Please. My daughter is only 3 years old."

"Where. Is. He."

The man starts shaking. Yoongi watches amused as a trail of urine runs down his leg, making a wet stain. "He's going to kill me if I tell you!"

Yoongi throws his head back and let's out an evil laugh. "And you think that I won't?!"

"We- well I don't know.. I've heard stories of you..."

Yoongi cocks a brow. Stories? I guess that's the reason none of his fellow con men have contacted him in months. "What stories are they telling hmmm? Entertain me."

"Just that you've killed over 1000 people.. and that you're going to hunt down everyone who ever laid a hand on Jimin."

"Hah! Only 1000 they say? Let me let you in on a little secret. I've probably killed a 1000 people... this month."

"Oh.."

"Back to the torture. Would you like to tell me where Jimin is or keep avoiding the question like a fucking pussy?"

Yoongi walks to one the many walls holding his toys. He grabs a device that peels the nails off of the victims fingernails very slowly, making them feel excruciating pain.

"He's being kept in Seoul! It's in South Korea... ran by the mob that Namjoon inherited by his father. The one you were suppos-."

Yoongi had no time for anymore chit chat though. So as the loud bang produced from the gun firing rang through his ears, he wiped the blood from his knuckles onto his black jeans and walks out the door to the cellar, leaving the now dead snitch behind.

He knew where Namjoon was keeping Jimin, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

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Short chapter I know. I'm sorry.