Fear | K.th [Editing]

Evergreen [65°]

I call out Yoongi's name as I push open the door to the infirmary. I had told Yoongi that once he hears that chime that he'll have about a minute to hide without being detected by any of Taehyung's men.

I scan the area, calling his name again. A noise startles me. Yoongi pops up behind a desk in the corner. I sigh in relief until I notice a knife up against his throat. Jimin stands up behind him. Yoongi stares at me in panic as Jimin pushes his body forward. "I-I'm sorry, y/n-"

"Shut it."

I stay cautious. I know he's not going to kill Yoongi, Yoongi is the only thing that's teetering him off the edge of insane. Even if I know this, I won't let him be aware of it. I remain by the door, watching as Jimin stalks to the side as he keeps a stern grip on Yoongi's neck.

He cackles, tongue swiping his lower lip. "I fuckin' knew you were up to something."

"Let go of Yoongi--"

"This was your master plan...lure everyone out with the loud alarms to meet their demise." He laughs in mock, "I must say, this gives me the perfect opportunity to kill you. Kim knows you're now classified as a threat and I'm qualified to take down any threat toward him."

He stops moving. All three of us stand eight feet apart from each other. He keeps his distance. I put my hands up and step inside, closing the door behind me. I keep my movements coy and stoic, knowing how Jimin can be timid with the slightest unexpected shift.

"You know how long I've waited for this very moment. I could care less if Taehyung and everyone else dies--he was an unstable little whiny bitch that was just no fun anymore." His grip tightens on Yoongi, making him wince in pain. "However, if he doesn't die, I'll still get to kill you either way."

"I never understood why you hated me so much, Park." I say, his eyes squinting. "Was it because of Yu Kwon?" He glares at me. "You realized he had his eyes on someone else and wasn't giving you the attention you were used to having?"

He tells me to shut the fuck up. "You don't know shit about him or me."

I continue, "Was it because he forced himself onto me and Taehyung killed him because of that--do you want me to apologize for being sexually assaulted?" His hands grips the knife harder. I could tell my words were getting to him. He's trying to keep up his stone cold killer facade. He was unaware I knew more than one of his weaknesses.

"When someone as pretty as you comes along and takes up all of Uncles attention after spending so many years trying to get him to only look at me...how could you not hate the person?" He half-heartedly smiles. For a moment Jimin's facade cracked. Once he realizes, his expression changes quickly.

He pushes Yoongi away, leaping toward me. I jump out the way, barely being missed by his knife. I touch my cheek. He giggles, bringing the knife up to his lips. I watch as his tongue laps up my blood like it was a popsicle.

"Hey...this is just like old times, right?!" Another big laugh leaves his small body. His torso falls forward. He stops. Sinister glare landing back onto me. "I'll enjoy every last minute of listening to you scream in agony." He goes in for another attack. I lower myself when Jimin swings the knife toward me. I kick his legs, making him drop to the ground. He pulls me toward him when I try kicking him again, minimizing my leg movement.

The sudden movement makes my gun fall out of my pocket. I gasp, turning around to reach for it. I scream, Jimin stabbing the knife into my leg. He gets on top of me, hands wrapping around my throat.

I claw at his hands, my legs flailing around behind him. "I'll decorate your corpse with a pretty smile." I choke out Yoongi's name. Jimin yells at him to stay put before directing his attention back onto me. I try reaching for the gun with one of my hands, but he applies more pressure. "Keep fightin' it, I'd love to see the terror on your face once I'm done killin' you."