Through The Scope || Yoonmin

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Jimin quietly shut the door, walking over in front of Yoongi immediately after. He took off the blindfold, throwing it on the floor and staring hard into Yoongi's eyes.

Yoongi furrowed his brows, his words slow. "You said we were do-"

"Aron is talking to the police." Jimin stated flatly, his face expressionless as he spoke in a monotone. Clearly, he was a tad upset. Jimin trailed his hand down to Yoongi's chest, the younger male undoing the buttons slowly. "What does he know? Have you told him anything?"

Yoongi stared down at his shirt, rolling his eyes and leaning away from the younger male to the best of his ability. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Aron is smart, whether he seems like it or not. And oh? Tell him what, exactly?"

Jimin slapped Yoongi across the face, his voice a forceful whisper. "Do not play games with me." The laugh that fell from Yoongi's lips confused Jimin, but he didn't ask. Nor did he give it another thought. "I asked you a question, I expect my answer."

Licking his lips, Yoongi turned his head to look back at Jimin. A pinkish handprint was on his left cheek, but the sting didn't pain Yoongi. "I owe you nothing. I'm not talking." He seethed, scrunching his face up angrily and turning away with a small pout.

Luckily for Yoongi, Jimin had dropped the temperature of the room. Although it wasn't an awful gesture, he knew Jimin was the one who put the heat up high, and he was the reason he was in this position. Not to mention, that could change anytime.

Jimin shook his head disapprovingly, crossing his arms. "What does he know, Detective? Last chance. If you don't answer, you won't sleep at all tonight, I'll make sure of that."

Yoongi smiled, sticking his face close to Jimin's. "You're fucking delusional! What in the world makes you think I will tell you anything? You destroyed my life, you piece of shit!" Yoongi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. When he spoke up again, his voice was low. "I promise you. When I get out of here, I will kill you slowly and painfully. Not even your stupid goons will be able to help you when I'm done with you."

Jimin took a step back, a smile slowly spreading on his face. Raising a brow, Jimin's eyes held a certain fascination in them. "You truly are something else. Doll, let me tell you something about me." Jimin paused, licking his lips before continuing. "I have a lot of patience, trust me. Although, soon that patience is going to run thin. When it does, you will regret every second of your life that led you to this point."

Yoongi threw his head back and laughed. "Fucking try me. I'd love to see it!" Yoongi couldn't talk. Not one bit, even if it meant enduring some pain. If he spilled anything, Jimin was going to kill him. The information he knew was the key to stating alive.

Jimin hummed, pulling away and walking around the room, tapping a finger on his bottom lip. As he walked, he felt Yoongi's eyes on him. Almost as if he were anticipating what he was going to do next.

Around four minutes later, Jimin returned to the middle of the room and sat down on the chair. Crossing his legs, Jimin sighed. "I think it's time we get to know each other. I'll go first. I'm thirty two, I've been married twice, divorced twice, no kids- god no, I've a few close friends, I absolutely love meat, and I've recently made a new friend who goes by the name Yoongi! Any questions?"

"Why did you kill Hee-chul?" Yoongi couldn't stop himself from asking, his brows furrowed deeply as he locked eyes with Jimin. It wasn't about his personal life, no, but a past case he worked on. Or, you could say the one that made him resign.

Jimin smiled in excitement, scooting to the end of his chair. "Of course, you want answers. I should have expected that. Hee-chul became a problem. You were getting too close to finding where we had hidden him, so in return we had to get rid of him." Jimin brought his foot to sit on the chair, resting his elbow on his knee. "Funny thing, Detective. We planned on keeping him alive! He would have lived the rest of his life out.. maybe not the best way, but he'd be alive nonetheless. To confirm what you're thinking, yes, it's your fault he showed up on your doorstep."

Yoongi bit his tongue, forcing back any thoughts and tears he felt come on. Of course it was.

Hee-chul was a young officer on one of their task forces. With his bright eyes and his drive for knowledge, Hee-chul was a great kid that would have made an amazing detective.

In fact, Hee-chul looked up to Yoongi. When they met, Yoongi instantly liked the boy. He was witty and adorable, but his desire to learn intrigued Yoongi. From that day onward, Yoongi considered him a little brother.

As smart as Hee-chul was, he couldn't avoid getting abducted. The crime scene was completely clean. Quite literally, there was almost no evidence, if you don't count Hee-chul's keys.

To make this long story short, Yoongi was close to finding Hee-chul. So close to solving the case and finding his friend. But, when he had busted a warehouse where the victims of human-trafficking were being sold, apparently he had gotten too fucking close.

It was suspected that Hee-chul was to be sold at that very ring. Nobody knew whether he was going to be, but most people believe he was going to. A week after multiple forces took the ring down, Yoongi had a package delivered to his house.

Inside was Hee-chul's bare body. Bruised, cut up, cold, and lifeless.

That was only the beginning of his trauma. The trauma that forced him to leave his job.

Fingers snapping in front of his face brought him back to reality, the face of the man he hated giving him a sympathetic look. Probably a fake one. "Ah, were you two close? A true shame. You know, he did call out your name a few times during his final moments. God, he was begging for you! It was as if he was begging for you to sav-"

"He was a kid!" Yoongi screamed as he yanked on his restraints despite the pain, tears streaming down his face. "Twenty three! Did you make him suffer? How fucking long? I swear on my life I'm going to do the same shit to you that you did to him!"

As Yoongi screamed, shouted, and sobbed in front of him, Jimin leaned back in his chair calmly. Perfect. It was going perfect. Yoongi was reacting to everything exactly how he thought.

Yoongi was a real brat, one he knew would be a hard nut to crack. Let him think he's in control of some conversations. Let him think he's learning more about you, when in reality he's learning nothing useful.

Trick him. Manipulate him. Fuck with him. Then, once you've done most of that, bring on the real pain. Or do both at the same time, whichever works. Yoongi was being a perfect little lab rat for him.

One he was going to break, no matter how long it took.
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Whoops it's dark!

I literally gave my cat treats just sk I could get the lil cute mf to stay on the chair.. so I could take a thousand pictures of her. THEY CAME OUT SO GOOD THOUGH SO ID SAY IT WAS WORTH IT!!

I made brownies & I'm v proud of them. 🥰 it's always lovely when I don't burn food. I hope you're all doing well!! I'm doing pretty snazzy, shocking!!

I shall do another ~ update ~ when I wake up. Um, if I don't, ask me wtf I'm doing. Chances are (if I don't update within.. 8-11 hrs.) I forgot!