Jimin pulls his black hoodie over his head once again. Making sure his mask covers him well while his body was draped with black clothes to make his figure unnoticeable. He grabs a close brick and looks around to see not a soul in sight.
The air was cold, the clock striking one o'clock in the morning, his hands grip the spray paint bottle, shaking it furiously before squatting next to the car. Jimin had a list of people who were harassing you at that time at school. He remembers the angry front-liners who threw books at you and cursed you out like some animal.
He noted their faces.
And he got their names.
And one by one, his been vandalizing their most precious things - even stealing computers and phones, surprisingly this one was one of the students who had a car...which was actually his mothers. But Jimin could care less as he colored the car with despicable art that he knew would make anyone angry when he's finally done with his work.
Jimin pick up the brick, reaching for a second before throwing them at the car. One goes through the window - loud shattering sounds echoed through the neighborhood. He watches as house lights switch on and he throws his second brick. Which causes the car alarm to blare. When Jimin moves into the shadows, he watches as people panic on the streets. Their eyes feasting on the vandalist scene. He almost laughs loudly when he watches the boy cry his out while his mother was cursing him out.
Without trace, he walks away from the scene - already on his way to his next victim.
...
"Hey bro, " Jungkook says into the phone, he hears as Jimin pants into the phone loudly, " Listen - I want to take Jennie on a date tonight and we need you to stay with Y/n."
"And why the fuck would I do that?"Jimin grits, " She's old enough, she doesn't need a baby sitter."
"We are not saying babysit, " Jungkook rolls his eyes- already annoyed with his best friend, " Why are you such an assshole these days? You're the only person besides us that she actually trusts. And you know how paranoid she has been lately. We just need you here in case she has an anxiety attack like last time."
"And what makes you think that having me there will help with anything?"
Jungkook doesn't even reply. Rolling his eyes and hanging up on his best friend. Jimin curses him under his breath before picking up the can of paint and throwing it into his car and switching the machine on.
"He should be on his way, " Jungkook smiles, "Do you want us to wait for h-"
"You guys should go, " You interrupt him.
Jennie looks at you with wide eyes, her breath halting in her chest as she is now the one who was overwhelmed with the taunting anxiety that causes her heart rate to increase to fast that it makes her forget to breathe.
"I will be fine, " You urge, " I promise."
You give her a small sweet smile, and that's when she knew that you were gonna be fine.
"Okay, Jungkook, let's go, " Jennie helps herself off of the kitchen counter, and just like that they were gone.
~
You stood by the window, watching Jungkook's car drive down the road before heavily sighing to yourself. The sky looked pretty, the orange and pink painfully reminding you of a Mango, and now suddenly you were craving one. You didn't actually know when Jimin was going to bother showing up so that encouraged you to switch on the television in the living room, dishing up for yourself before going upstairs to go and collect a blanket.
Since you were alone - might as well take some kind of mental break.
Jimin sits in his car close to drive through, waiting for his turn to order but it seems as if this was taking too much time. Despite his attitude towards Jungkook, Jimin was trying to get to you as fast as possible but it seemed as if no matter what, everything was slowing down. He was hoping that you were okay and that Jungkook and Jennie were still with you.
Jimin actually felt somewhat paranoid.
And that's not like him.
The television projects animation and you giggle along with the jokes as you ate away the food. The sleep climbed within your system and you try and fight it but it seemed like it was going to be battle your we're going to lose. Your feet carry you to the kitchen, placing the bowl in the sink while pouring warm water within it to allow it to soak.
You yawn, eyes watering before walking back to the sofa, closing your eyes and sleeping.
Jimin looks down at his watch, parking next to the last window to finally receive his food. He heavily sighs before driving away and out of the block. He calculates the time that he will get to your class.
Twenty Minutes should be enough.
You mindlessly hear the doorknob twist and you don't bother looking back, your mind already falling into dreamland.
You should've looked.
Should've.
But you didn't.
