Help Needed /~/ Taekook

Chapter Nineteen

XSeokjinStanX wrote a chapter on their book ("Yours Truly | KookV") on how to kill Minsun.

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"He said he saw him," Jimin mumbled, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he cut a piece of salmon. He tried to shuffle around but the six-year-old attached his hip wasn't allowing him to move around easily.

"Did you?" Namjoon asked on the other line.

"No, I didn't."

"Maybe he thought he saw Minsun but it was just someone who looked like him."

"I don't know, but I got them out of there, Minjae was stressing me out anyway — I have to talk to her doctor about ADHD or something, I looked at the symptoms in children and she matches a lot of them," Jimin moved to the side to grab a sheet of baking parchment. "Hanbin, sweetheart, you're half my size and I can't move around with you trying to climb me like the little monkey you are."

Hanbin didn't let go and Jimin sighed.

"Have you called Jungkook?" His husband asked.

"No, he's stressed enough, Namjoon, he doesn't need to—" he quietened down his voice to barely above a whisper, "—be worried every time Hanbin sees someone he thinks is Minsun, he doesn't need to think that Minsun is following us when he's not."

"But what if he is, Jimin?" Namjoon sighed, "from the sounds of it, this man is crazy, he's probably a psychopath or something. You have four people — five including yourself — to protect right now. Are the doors locked?"

Jimin tried to move but Hanbin weighed down his right side. He sighed and dropped his knife beside the sliced salmon and placed his phone on the counter. He bent down and instructed Hanbin to get on his back, thinking that would be easier to move around. It wasn't.

'Jesus we can tell Jungkook sure does feed you and Chanwoo' he thought. "Where is all your weight coming from you look like you weigh four pounds and you feel like you weigh one hundred."

Jimin grabbed his phone and walked towards the living room. Chanwoo was taking a nap in front of the TV on a bed Minjae made for him made out of her very fluffy blue dolphin blanket and a bunch of pillows she took off the couches and chairs. Minjae was swaying from foot to foot in front of Chanwoo's makeshift bed with her eyes glued to the TV.

"Locked," Jimin confirmed, stopping in front of the front door.

"And the back door?"

"We don't use the backdoor."

"Check the backdoor, Jimin."

The said man obliged and just as he thought, the door was locked. Namjoon had to hang up and get back to work after that confirmation. Jimin hauled Hanbin back into the living room, passing Minjae who was running upstairs. He stopped by the couch and tried to drop the six-year-old on the cushions but Hanbin quickly realized what he was doing and pulled Jimin down with him.

"Hanbin, please," Jimin whispered so he wouldn't wake Chanwoo, "I'll be right in the kitchen." He pointed at the doorway of the kitchen.

Hanbin shook his head and tried to get back up. Jimin sighed and sat down.

"Do you want to talk to your daddy?" The blonde asked. Hanbin nodded vigorously and Jimin quickly took his phone out. As the phone rang, he looked his best friend's son in the eye and said,

"Dont tell him what you saw okay? You might scare him too and we don't want to scare him, right?" Hanbin nodded and took the phone out of Jimin's hand.