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xix. blockade

xix.
blockade

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Jimin clicked his tongue at the terrorizing presence. There's something in this man that he can't seem to fathom. Was it his proud posture? His piercing, power-hungry gaze? It makes his stomach twist.

Taehyung's sudden disappearance also left the two perplexed in place. The last time Jimin and Namjoon saw him, he was electrocuted to his wits. His agonizing scream blared through the speakers, he heard it right. How is it that he is nowhere to be found now? Did he really disappear just like that?

Jimin secretly grabbed the blanket and carefully covered Yoongi's sleeping body without looking.

"These were the people responsible for putting the bleating fool to sleep?" The mysterious man before them stated, clapping his hands. "Impressive."

Jimin flinches in his spot, worried he's caught hiding Yoongi.

"Bleating.. Fool?" He repeats.

"Well, my gutless second-string named Kim Taehyung. Did he cause any trouble? I apologize on behalf, he just tends to get troublous without any of my assistance." The man speaks in a proud and condescending tone.

Oh. Jimin heaved out a sigh of relief. He's talking about Taehyung's roasted ass.

Jimin should be relieved at the realization by now. They are safe, Yoongi is probably safe. But why is his arm hair raising?

The man's voice. That's the cause of it. It disturbed him how frightening the man sounds while barely doing anything.

"Any chaos caused by him is understandable, of course. Sometimes, humans just grow— Hm, how do I say it?" The said man pretends to think before his mocking gaze fell onto the two males, sneering in disgust. "Desperate."

Jimin looked a little taken aback at the daunting gaze and the overall domineering presence, suddenly feeling inferior around the man.

Who is he pertaining to?

Is he mocking me?

The way his gaze speaks to him to a terrible degree, like he's situated far below his mighty physique.

Jimin felt his heart beating fast as he stares at the man, bewildered about something he can't fathom.

What's wrong with him?

And just like that, Jimin started questioning himself.

Is there something wrong with me?

Why is he looking at me like that?

Am I doing this wrong?

What am I doing wrong?

Is he laughing at what I do?

Why? Because it's hopeless?

I'm hopeless?

I'm defeated?

Am I defeated? Should I accept my defeat?

Would he still look at me like that if I'll just accept it?

I probably should.

After all, there isn't anything good out of this.

Nothing good at all.