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Fifty: Nightmare Part 2

A/N: hi, quick message...

if you're struggling with everything that's going on, i jus wanna let you know i'm here.

a lot of people are going through it right now, and maybe that 

doesn't include you, but if you are in need of a person to talk to,

or even someone to give you words of encouragement, i'm here.

anyway! on a positive note, i played lots of horror games yesterday

and feel quite happy with the way my life is going-- i mean, at least i don't have a fucked up mutation of a monster hiding in my closet waiting to come after me when my flashlight dies! ;)

luvusomuch (wow chapter 50!)

izzy

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Jimin stood up from the armchair the moment his father was secured in the room. He rushed forward, helping Taehyung detain the man who was bucking around wildly in the blonde's headlock. 

"Shit!"

Taehyung grunted as an elbow shoved into his ribs sent him flying against the large table in the center of the room. Mr. Park's success brought on a malignant laugh from the old man. Jimin scowled at the noise, it only egged his anger on. Jimin wanted to check on Taehyung, he really did, but first he had to stop his father from doing any more damage.

"You fucking asshole!"

The half-blood closed the space between him and his father. A clenched fist met with the old man's jaw, sending his neck back with a painfully loud crack. Mr. Park recovered freakishly quick, chest rising and falling with vehemence. 

Jimin didn't miss a beat to rile his father up more. Making a demon angry was dangerous, but it also made them more prone to mistakes. He gave his father a practiced smile, one that dripped with false sweetness. 

"That felt nice, punching you. Always wanted to do that."

Mr. Park growled at his son, throwing a hand up to try and get at Jimin's weak spot: his throat. "I will make sure you regret that, Jimin. Lucio will be the first to feel your mistake."

Jimin dodged each attempt of a choke out that his father tried to inflict upon him, veering around to Mr. Park's back. With a sharp kick to the base of his father's spine, Jimin hurled Mr. Park forward, toppling the old man into the armchairs. The poor pieces of furniture shot sideways, breaking against the walls. 

Taehyung recovered by then, walking towards the old man with fire in his eyes. "You will get no where near Lucio. I'll fucking kill you first."

Jimin watched as his father spun around with an armchair in his grip, smashing it against the side of an unsuspecting Taehyung. Tiny splintered wood bits exploded outward with the force of the impact. Jimin covered his eyes with his arm, trying to block himself from the barrage of wood dust. 

Mr. Park lunged towards Taehyung, a leg of the armchair still in his hand. Before he could hit the blonde, Jimin kicked his father's feet out from under him. 

"Jimin..." Mr. Park growled lowly as he scuttled up to his feet. "If you kill me, you'll never stop the army. Only I know how to stop them."

Taehyung ignored the old man's words as he moved forward, remembering Florian's advice about attacking Mr. Park's weak spot. Apparently, Florian had sensed some kind of weakness in Mr. Park's legs; Florian had seen Mr. Park using a cane from time to time and figured it was a little more than just a fashion statement. The Parks were never ones to consider style over utility anyway.