I Need You Dangerously [BOOK 2]

CHAPTER 17: JIMIN'S FEELINGS

[MEANWHILE AT JUNGKOOK]

His hands were once again drenched with blood.

For the past few days he has been killing people and to be honest, it was scaring his friends, especially Namjoon.

Namjoon's lips settled for a frown when he asked, "Kook, what in the world is going on with you? You've been rampant these days."

"He's out of control now, I don't know what's happening to him," Yoongi wiped the blood off on his fingers and discarded the cloth immediately.

Jungkook dropped his knees to connect it to the ground, and tears spilled his face silently.

Yet again, it was one of his moments wherein his sanity would fly out of the window vehemently, and that his mind would be corrupted adamantly with just a small flashback from the past that he couldn't let go of.

But this concerned his friends, as it happened almost every day, they considered to opt for therapy yet he lashed out and it was deemed useless.

"Kook, get up," Jimin demanded, his tone was gruff and fierce, usually his voice would be soft as silk and as gentle as a lullaby but something in him snapped as he couldn't continue to live on seeing Jungkook like this.

Still, the man's knees remained in touch with the unforgivingly hard pavement and Jimin once again demanded, "get up."

Yoongi and Namjoon never saw him in this state of mind;fuming with inexplicable anger infused with a dash of pity.

Jungkook remained on the ground, unfazed by Jimin's concerns.

Having enough said, Jimin yelled, "Jeon fucking Jungkook get up!"

He didn't move an inch of his limbs, so Jimin stood in front of him and grabbed his slouching shoulders for it needed to be shaken to reality.

"Get your shit together, Jungkook!" Roared Jimin. Yoongi and Namjoon were surprised, the purple haired male never confined such enragement in the way he speaks. For someone part of the mafia, he is serene, but still kept his ghastly facade through his gaze so it can be proven that he still could be dangerous out of Jungkook's gang.

The knelt male straightened his lips into a thin line, his fists tightly coiled.

Jimin groaned, "why won't you wake up? No matter how many you kill, Taehyung won't live!"

He knew exactly as to why Jungkook had been on a murdering spree; because of him again.

Jimin got so fed up that he had to teach him one thing; move on.

In addition to that, he himself has no experience to whatever Jungkook was feeling, but he felt that he had the right to uplift Jungkook's dead and weak spirit.

Jimin gritted and lowered his fierce gaze on his kneeling friend, "I don't care about the people but you've gone mad! Too mad!"

Jungkook clenched his jaw and stood up, he ghastly glared at Jimin, the veins in his neck popping out.

"Don't you dare mention him," he gruffly insinuated.

"Don't you dare involve him, Park Jimin," if he would say your full name, it wouldn't sound pleasant, rather it's a signal not to piss him off and push his limits.

Instead of backing off, Jimin stepped closer to him. Not intimidated by his stature, he stood at a dangerous distance.

"Jimin," Namjoon called.