Sanity

45: Power

Jimin POV

Coughing up blood, Zico continued punching and scratching me. He kicked and I cried in pain for this to stop.

"Z-Zico please! This isn't you!" I cried.

"I'm going to win! You won't ever be remembered as a hero!"

As he was about to break another one of my ribs, I grabbed his hand and twisted it hard enough to snap his wrist in one go.

Blood trickled down my face, down my eyes and dropped onto his face. I smirked and began chuckling evilly as I put my foot on top of his chest.

This- This is the kind of power I enjoy.

I need it.

"You will never beat me. It hasn't happened and it won't ever be able to happen." I began to snap all his hand bones and stabbed into his chest repeatedly with the same knife he was using on me. He was still alive and I smiled sweetly at the fear in his eyes.

"Goodbye Zico. I'm making sure you regret trying to kill me for the rest of your afterlife." I slit his throat and blood splattered onto my face from the speed of the motion.

Slowly standing up, I limped to the door and called Jungkook.

"Yeah. Pick me up." I answered and was trying to not collapse right away.

"Hold on for a bit. I'll be right there." He replied.

I combed my hand through my hair and felt the blood coating the silver strands of my hair.

As I recognized Jungkook's car in the drive way of the building, I limped my way to the car and slammed the door shut.

He was in the car alone and looked at me, concerned.

"You don't even want to clean up the body?"

"It's not like I'm going back to the FBI anyways."

"... what do you mean?"

"I'm not joining the same boring ass place where I can't do anything. They can try to find me... I'm off the grid at this point." I explained, trying to keep still to prevent my broken bones from worsening.

Jungkook smirked and kissed my forehead, licking at the blood on my forehead.

"You're still bleeding, aren't you? I mean that blood on your forehead is still a little runny, and hasn't stained."

"Yeah, and a couple broken bones but I'll manage. What about Daehyun? Is he okay?"

"He managed to sleep when I held him. He didn't seem too shaken up though. Taehyung took him to his room while I went back to grab you and keep you from dying."

I smiled a little at him as we managed to get to wherever this place was and to a couple of doctors. He sat right outside the room as they fixed me up but the world was becoming harder to see.

Soon, all the sedatives forced into my body made me pass out and the surgery's began.

Switch POV: Jungkook POV

"It's still a playground Jungkook. You need to keep a close eye on him to prevent him from escaping again." Yoongi reminded me.

"He's leaving the FBI. All because it's too boring? Now that fact doesn't add up. What would've happened to him with Zico that made him want to leave an entirely powerful police team for a cult instead?" I asked.

"I didn't tell you this but... I put a camera on the site as we were leaving and we can watch everything that happened between them. Let's just wait for a little bit when you feel better. It's been a really long day and we need some rest. We'll come back early morning to see Jimin." Yoongi suggested.

"Okay. Tomorrow, we need to plan the massacre for August and I'll need time reserved with Jimin. Then, we need to book Daehyun's activities in and see whatever meetings are left after that." I explained.

Me and Yoongi both walked back to our rooms. I entered my own, not being able to sleep.

When I looked into his eyes... something else clicked in him.

It wasn't hate, lust, admiration, or anything like that.

It was power without control.

He looked so powerful... like he could kill anyone on the street and just walk away...

And the way he'd just sorta smile as he glanced at me... it made him look calmer. Like I could control him...

It's like he was handing his control over to me which doesn't really make sense considering how he's tried to arrest me so many times before. Hell, he called me to pick him up instead of the FBI.

This doesn't make sense.

Any of it.

As I continued to think about, I heard a knock on my door and went to open it.

"Appa?" I looked down and saw my son rubbing his eyes sleepily, walking towards me.

"Daehyun? Why aren't you asleep yet?" I asked with concern.

"I couldn't sleep. Can I sleep in here?" I smiled and picked him up, laying him down on the bed.

I walked over to turn the lights off and laid down next to him. He cuddled into my chest and passed out instantly.

The feeling of adoration made me feel much more relaxed and I managed to sleep soon enough, holding Daehyun close to me.