Wicked, Cruel, and Vile | Jikook

Chapter 14 - Oops He Slipped [M]

(Jimin's POV)

Taehyung was taking a long time, and I was getting impatient. I checked my phone. It read 12:15. What the fuck..? Where is he? I stood up and dusted off my shorts. Taehyung was never late to anything... especially when his reputation was at stake.

I felt like something was wrong, then suddenly my thought were interrupted by sirens? A police car literally zoomed right past the park, followed by an ambulance. What happened?! I had a feeling I should go back home.

I ran through the neighborhood as fast as I could and was immediately met with Jungkook's house. I let myself in. "Oh hey Jimin. Are you ok..?" "U-uh... y-yeah. Are y-you done with the work?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at me. "No I'm not."

"Ok." I collapsed onto the couch and sighed heavily. We've got some exposing to do.
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(Yoongi's POV)

As soon as the conversation ended I slipped on some clothing and (guCCi) flip-flops, right after calling the police of course. I ran out into the empty street and headed to the library. I lived very closely to it so there would be no point in taking the car. I was just praying Taehyung was having second thoughts and hadn't done it yet.

As soon as I turned the corner I saw the library. There were cars zooming past the street and random teens that should have probably be studying at the moment. The door was... open. I rushed in and went up the stairs. Then I heard loud sirens. Holy shit. I was finally at the highest level, and I could see the very visible silhouette of Taehyung.

He was sitting on the ledge, as if he was debating whether he should do it or not. "Taehyung!" He whipped his head back in shock and... fear? "Y-yoongi..." He looked so broken. "Don't do this Tae... we can get you some help. It'll be ok." I extended my hand towards him. He looked so scared. It was as if he was having an internal battle with himself, and his sanity was losing.

Taehyung was visibly shaking... "Please don't do this Tae. Your family loves you, your friends love you, I love you. It would cause us all eternal pain from a wound that can't be healed. Please..." Taehyung wiped his runny nose and slowly stood up, his shaky hand propping himself up. I inched towards him, careful to not scare or alarm him.

He was fully standing on the ledge now. Taehyung was about to get off... but he slipped?! "Yoon-" My heart just completely stopped. I ran to the ledge and watched as he fell... I heard the sound his body made when it crashed into the pavement.

I was too paralyzed to even speak. I found myself in a corner while tears rolled down my face non-stop. "Sir are y..." And then I blacked out.
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(Jungkook's POV)

I was finally done with everything! Mr. Min would surely be proud! "Jimin, I'm done!" A groggy Jimin stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "R-really? That's great. Can we sleep now?" He asked hopefully. "Sure." Jimin made grabby hands so I picked him up and just threw him over my shoulder. "The fuck Kook..?" I chuckled and proceeded to throw him on the pull-up couch-bed thingy.

"Eh whatever."

I curled up next to him and muttered out a, "Sweet dreams Jiminie." But he was already asleep. Cute.

(Next morning)

I was awoken by my stupid alarm that I had set for 6. "Fuck..." I grabbed my phone and dismissed the alarm. I shook Jimin a little and he woke up with a jolt. "Woah, had a bad dream or something?" He nodded. "Do you wanna talk about it..?" He shook his head. "Ok." Jimin yawned and went to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.

I was bored, and since it was a Friday I decided I'd go to school a little later. I'm sure Jimin won't mind. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. It was a boring news channel. I was about to switch channels when I heard a name being said.

Kim Taehyung? Did I hear right? "Jimin! Come look at this!" Jimin sat next to me, and faced the TV. His eyes bulged. "He... what?! Turn up the volume and rewind it!" I did what he asked and sure enough, it was news on Taehyung.

"Kim Taehyung, 18, attempted to commit suicide last night. Witness, Min Yoongi, 24, is still yet to give a statement about the situation. Min Yoongi was Taehyung's English teacher, and they were reportedly very close. Taehyung's family are very hearbroken at the loss of their eldest son, and right after the had lost another member of their family, Kim Sangmin. They too, are yet to give a statement, but we all hope they get the closure that they need. More on this later. Next up celebrity Danielle Cohn, is still lying about her age, after that Jaclyn Hill's contaminated makeup scandal exposed?"

My jaw dropped. "Ok 3 things. What the hell happened to Taehyung?! Also, Dani Cohn is still trying to lie about her age..? Wait I thought Jaclyn Hill was exposed a while ago..?" Jimin couldn't even form a proper sentence. "I know, I know. I'm shocked too Jiminie."

"I can't believe any of this happened either. I feel bad for the family... like damn, they lost two kids in the same month." Jimin nodded. He seemed very shocked, but not too sad. Then again, Taehyung was an asshole to him. He was probably more concerned about the Jaclyn Hill thing than anything. "Damn, Jaclyn Hill really needs to get her shit together. I bought two of her lipsticks and there was fibers and hair on one of them. I was so grossed out. Like, if I'm gonna pay 18 dollars for a lipstick I expect nothing less than perfection and-"

Jimin always ranted about this kind of stuff, so I cut him off with a laugh. "What's so funny?!" He pouted. "I dunno, you just always rant about this shit, and it's kind of funny." He gave me a bitch-is-you-serious face. "I applied that to my lips, Jungkook, right before I realized it had that on it. I made the mistake of not checking the reviews on twitter and most of-"

"Let's just get ready for school and eat breakfast already."

"Ok, ok."

(Time skip)

We walked to school together, like always. I didn't feel so eager to turn in that English assignment. I probably fucked up half of it. "See you later Jiminie." I waved to him. Jimin smiled and headed to his class. English was my first class period, which I hated. I trudged my way towards the classroom and opened it, only to be face with... this strange man. On instinct, I asked, "Where's Mr. Min?" He gave me a bright smile. "Oh you didn't hear? Mr. Min is at the hospital." I dropped my papers. "Shit- oh sorry, I mean shoot!"

He chuckled. "It's fine, just go take your seat." I nodded, grateful he didn't lecture me for cussing. "Ok class, I'm Mr. Min's substitute, Mr. Jung."
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oOh hObi mAdE a sMoL aPpEaraNcE. oh and tae died :")