''Your friend's actions say otherwise. Now, tell me who the fuck you are and what are you doing in my warehouse?'' Damon waves the gun around a little, making Joon flinch at the possibility that it might go off.
''I came for him.'' Yoongi points at Jimin who was sitting there, shocked but happy that he came for him.
''Him? Damon looks at Jimin confused. ''What do you want with him? Are you here because of his dad?''
''None of your business, and no.'' Yoongi snaps.
''Let me get something straight, you come into my place! Broke my nose, threw down with my guy, and think you have a choice to not tell me what I want to know?'' He walks around the desk, still having the gun pointed at the two of them.
''You took what's mine, so therefore I want it back,'' Yoongi responds to his statement.
It takes Damon a quick second but he slowly starts to understand what Yoongi means by what he said. He turns to Jimin, ''Wait, you said, that girl was your ex right? And my guys told me that they see you at a guy's house all the time. Is he that guy?'' He asks, and takes Jimin silent as a ''yes''
''I get it now, you're dating him...'' His tone sounds as if he's shocked and intrigued by the truth.
''Oh great, you finally started to use your brain,'' Yoongi says with deep sarcasm in his voice.
''I hate to let you down, but I can't let him go until I get what I want. His dad.'' Damon tells him.
''He doesn't care about him! Plus the grudge you have against him is between you and him, leave Jimin out of this!'' Yoongi points out, and Damon is getting annoyed by the second.
''Aish! I've heard that way too much today. My nose fucking hurts, and I'm pissed that you barged in here like that. Guys, grab them.'' Before Yoongi could react, he was being pinned against the wall, but it was easy. One guy lost a tooth and the other can barely stand after being kicked in the rib cage by him.
''Enough!'' Damon yells, now pointing the gun at Jimin. ''Get in the fucking corner, or he won't be alive long enough to see his way out of here.''
''Just stop fighting and get over here, let's count that his dad will actually show up,'' Namjoon suggest.
Not wanting to endanger Jimin, Yoongi walks to the corner...
''That's more like it. I'll be back.'' He hands his gun to the four guys who came into the room. ''They move, shoot that one in the knee caps.'' He points to Jimin.
Jin, on the other hand, was back at the house, panicking about how this whole situation might turn out.
''What in the world are we going to do?'' Hoseok drops his head in his hands, feeling beyond overwhelmed.
Jin, without saying a word, stands up and rummages through the kitchen drawer where Jimin keeps the mail he gets.
''What are you looking for?'' Kookie asks.
''Yes! I found it.'' He pulls out an envelop.
''What is that?'' Tae asks.
''Jimin's dad sent him this letter once, years ago and he had his number in it, just in case Jimin ever wanted to call him.'' Jin pulls out the paper and grabs his phone beginning to dial the numbers on the bottom of it.
''How do you know he still has the same number?'' Hoseok asks.
''I don't. I'm just hoping.'' He says, putting the phone to his ear. It rings for a few seconds, until the very distasteful voice Jin hates so much, speaks on the other side.
''Hello, it's Jin. Now I know I'm not your biggest fan, but I'm going to have to be.''
''Is this Jin?''
''Yes. Damon kidnapped Jimin, while Yoongi was on a trip. And he's waiting for you to trade yourself in for him, and that is exactly what you're going to do.'' He tells him.
''What makes you think that?''
''Because it's not Jimin's fault that you had to go dip yourself into Damon's wife. That's between you and him, and the fact that you've made Jimin a target for your mistake is wrong.'' Jin explains, his voice rising, indicating the anger present.
''So, you're going to get your ass down here and get him out of there, or so God helps me, Damon will be the least of your fucking worries!'' He says through gritted teeth on the phone and hangs up.
Everyone stares back at him and Tae speaks up. ''If you wanted him to help us, I don't think that worked.''
''Well, I wasn't asking him, I was demanding for him to do that.'' He corrects Tae.
''Then, in that case, that definitely worked.'' Tae nods.
''So what now?'' Jungkook asks.
''Now, we wait?'' Jin sighs, dropping on the couch and leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling.
Park P.O.V
''Jiaying, I have to do this.'' I look at her.
''He will kill you!'' She points out.
''And if I don't show up, he will kill Jimin just to spite me,'' I explain.
''At least let me come with you.'' She stands up.
''What? No! I don't need you in danger too.'' I point out.
''What about Rye Na? What am I supposed to tell her when I pick her up from school?'' She asks.
''Tell her that her I went on a trip, and I might not be back.'' She shakes her head.
''I refuse to tell our daughter that her dad set himself up for a suicide mission.'' The tears stream down her face.
''You can tell her that when she's older, and she might even get to meet her older stepbrother too.'' I smile. I can't imagine leaving Jiaying and Rye Na behind, but I own Jimin a lot. Hell, my life. It's my fault he's in the position he's in now.
I kiss her and grab my coat and walk out, knowing that it might be my last time seeing her. Damon has been after me a long time, and when he gets me, there's no way he'll let me go.
All this time, Jiaying and Park were in Seoul... and it's funny how no one noticed. He drives to the warehouse that he knows all too well. Arriving there, he parks the car and walks in, noticing that the door was open.
''Damon Queen!'' He yells out loud in a sarcastic tone.
''Park!'' He calls back to him as he appears on the second-floor balcony.
''I hear that you're looking for me!''
''Oh, you have no idea...'' He smiles cynically.
Park, might as well just be walking into his grave.
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We're Way Too Different
FanficThis is Book 2 of We're Exactly The Same... After Jimin broke things off and ran back to his ex-girlfriend, Yoongi fell apart. His depression which he almost got rid off, pulled him back down under. Anxiety crept its way into his head, paranoia sett...