Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Eighty Four

Sayonara Hitori - Taemin

Jimin eyed the windows, his hands clenching and unclenching as he listens to the taxi driver arguing with a man standing over the door, who's wearing a deep scowl in his face. The man doesn't even look convincing to look like a cop and maybe that's even the point.

So Jimin analyzes him quickly with his eyes, scanning his face that has a single scar on his cheek. Black hair smoothly gelled back with just a jean jacket over a t-shirt and jeans. If anything he looks like anyone else out there and that's his biggest disguise.

Jimin knew it the second he stopped the car, ordering the driver to get out but of course the driver denied.

Until the man took out a gun.

And Jimin's mind instantly zoned out.

His entire focus is sold on the gun pinned against the driver's head, yelling at him to get out as they scar man's patience clearly ran out.

They're planning to take Jimin, they both knew that.

The driver glances at Jimin from the review mirror, almost in pity but all Jimin did was blink at him in return and watch him get yanked out of the car.

There's three people outside of the vehicle approaching it, and the seconds the driver got out, Jimin shoots out the door and sprints down the street without sparing a glance back. When he heard the sound of gun shots going off near him, he didn't dare stop running with his backpack clutching tightly to his body, thankfully being the only thing he needed.

And good thing he's a fucking fast runner.

He quickly arrived to a busy area and instantly blended in with the crowd quickly, yanking his black hoodie off his body through his speed walk and gets his white hood from his backpack instead, hood up and appeared casually as he walks with everyone else. His heart is racing in his chest but he remains calm, just as how he's been trained to do in situations like this.

Clearly this was not expected to happened, but good thing Jimin is always prepared for anything.

Jimin came across a crosswalk, the sidewalks slowly not being filled with many people, he goes to cross to the other side but suddenly a black Range Rover abruptly zoomed down the empty street and was most definitely not slowing down. Instantly Jimin jerks his body back and runs the other direction, recognizing the face of the man with the gun to the driver seat.

Why the fuck are they after him?!

He hasn't done shit! He's only been here for less than an hour!

Jimin grunts under his breath to the thought in aggravation as he takes a turn around a building but was suddenly sent to the ground by a hard fist to his face. His body collapses to the ground but instantly rolls away when a guy dressed in a suit tried to catch him and gets to his feet effortlessly, attempting to run but a hand grips his hood and shackles his back to the wall.

By now Jimin's mind is desperately thinking fast as it dodged each punch attempted to get to his face and body, hissing when hands suddenly grips his neck but he grabs the man's wrist with both hands and used him to hold himself up as kicks both feet to the other's chest and sent him back. Another man came to the scene and Jimin grew a more offense approach just because the guy had a weak balance, clearly, so he kicked his knees and did a roundhouse kick to his face, sending him back to his friend as well.

Without sparing a second to even catch his breath Jimin runs off again when the familiar black car curves to where he was, going back to the a crowded street and desperately tries to find a police station. However he didn't know where to fucking find one so he just barged into a convenient store instead, rushing to the cashier.

"Help me! Someone is after me!" Jimin shrieks breathlessly, the adrenaline violently pulsing his body while the old man behind the desk practically trembles to the sudden foreigner speaking to him.

But it also wasn't because of him.

Then that's when Jimin heard it.

A gun click.

Right behind his head.

"You are a quick little piece of shit," The voice behind the gun is gruff and husky, gun pressed to his head now, "Come with me."

All Jimin can hear now is his own breathing and his heart racing, counting in his head his heart beats before gulping.

Like hell is he going anywhere without getting to Taemin first.

And making sure that he's okay at this point.

Abruptly Jimin turns around and twists the man's hand with the gun, shooting the ground before punching his throat and pushing him back, bursting out of the convenient store-

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

For the love of-

Fuck, just what Jimin needed.

Cops.

Three cops actually, standing there with guns up and directly pointing to Jimin as he runs out of the store.

Great, not even a fucking day passed and he's already in trouble with the damn police.

"I didn't do anything!" Jimin instantly says back but grunts when one of the cops gets close to him and grabs his hands, cuffing his wrists with his knowledge to not fight back, "You didn't even say my rights! Someone is after me and I don't know why! You've got to help me!"

The cop didn't say anything as he drags Jimin to the back seat of the car, slamming the door shut when he was thrown inside while the cop gets to the driver seat with the other female cop at the passenger side, instantly driving away.

Jimin wants to fucking scream right now.

How the fuck did he end up getting arrested!

It makes no sense!

It was probably the convenient store guy who pressed the button under the desk to call the cops.

It had to be him because how would they find him!

Ugh his boss is going to be so pissed when he calls her to bust him out of jail.

Well this is definitely something Jimin will remember on the long run, never chase after someone you want in a foreign country.

Might get arrested for breathing or something like that.

Just then the cop car stops, but they weren't at a police station. They're now in a more barren location and Jimin closes his eyes with a grunt as the realization sinks in.

Dirty cops, how did he not see that coming?

His gang has dirty cops too, why wouldn't there be here?

Jimin's eyes widen to the familiar scar man from earlier yanking the backseat door open, but Jimin desperately kicks his hands but was grabbed by the ankles and yanked out of the car to the ground.

Now Jimin couldn't even use his hands, but his vision instantly got black by a bag covering his head and a strong strike against his head.

Knocking him out cold.

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A/N:
Well I can safely assume that Jimin is regretting all of his life decisions as we speak......

Guess he's going to have an intense winter break......

Oh boy.....

I PURPLE YOU! <33