Human (Vkook)

25# Hybrid

2 months..........

2 flipping months late.

I'm sad and sorry for the wait....but if I'm being honest, I was scared to update this story. The main reason is because of my As level exams and also because were so close to the ending and I don't want to disappoint.

I really hate giving you guys excuses and burden you with my problems, so I'm sorry I'm late.

Thank you for waiting.

Anyway, here's the chapter.

Please excuse the (possible) spelling mistakes.

I hope it's OK because I tried to be more descriptive and mature with my writing....so the style may or may not be different.

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"I'm sorry Jiminie....but dad wants you back."

Jimin stood frozen, trapped in his own skin as cement run through his veins only to harden into inpermable concrete. His thoughts were intangible; far too out of reach for his mind to grasp. He couldn't formulate a response, or even think of mere sentence to say.

Through his eyes, his gaze landed on the male before him whose body wore the color of crimson like a skin tight coat. Hoseok had made no attempts in stepping forwards, but he had made no attempts in stepping back either. His words were final as much as they were real and not a delusion that Jimin might have made up.

He was the person that Jimin had thought he wouldn't become.

He had always been the son of a monster and that was never going to change.

The younger almost laughed at his own mindless stupidity or rather his humors naivety. There was no one else that he could blame but himself. No other soul could be held accountable for the situation but Jimin's own for he made the mistake to believe in something that was far too impossible to comprehend.

Hoseok would always be a monster.

Him standing there only seemed to prove his stupidity and the shock of it was dryly comical.

Maybe it was the thought that he believed things would change.

Or maybe it was the idea that he would ever be free that was so God damn funny to Jimin.

Hoseok moved closer towards him, an action that caused the younger's ears to fall, but the rest of his body remainder unresponsive. It was almost like he had given up on the idea of running unlike what he had been doing for months now, or maybe it was because he had come to accept the future he had been binded to against his will-

-The older's stained fingers wrapped around his pale wrist and began to pull his body towards the door.

The air was cold, cutting Jimin's skin as he was dragged toward the car that was parked in the driveway. Truthfully, Jimin wanted to run upon seeing it, but his legs were not cooperating with his brain; his body had given up on running, not when there was criminal in-front of him. Someone who had got him into this mess from the very beginning.

Déjà vu

He almost laughed at that.

At least this time he hasn't run me over.

His body was stuffed in the backseat before Jimin could register what was happening; the sound of the door slamming shut woke him up and soon the roar of the engine filled the silence like radio static. It was overwhelming, really. How he went from his daily 'annoying-Yoongi' to 'Going-back-to-the-hell-I-escaped-from-with-the-guy-who-I-thought-I-could-trust-but-ended-up-betraying-both-Yoongi-and-myself.' It was hilarious really, but Jimin's head was spinning and everything was too much.