Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Eighty Nine

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

Smooth.

The comb is smooth running through Jimin's hair slowly, clawing away the knots on his once sweaty brunette hair after he took a shower that the maid forced him to take.

Orders of course, just to look presentable.

Throughout the whole time Jimin kept this empty gaze in his eyes, almost as though the life was just ripped out of his body. Or his soul, just something.

He spent a good hour or more in the shower, just staring at the wall with a blank mind but shakily hands. Reality is far from his grasp at this point, actually everything is.

Just left with a blank state of complete emptiness, trying to figure out exactly how he's feeling.

Yet he feels nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And now Jimin sits here, in front of a golden rim mirror of a drawer, dressed in a cozy white bathrobe while shakily brushing his wet hair away from his face with emotionless eyes gazing to his reflection.

To the pair of empty eyes staring back at him.

It's almost as though he's lost touch with reality. He can't feel himself even moving but he is, just left to continue to brush his hair even if it's already dry and untangled.

Suddenly a knock hits the door, waiting for a few moments to hear something but Jimin didn't say anything and regardless it creaks open.

Jimin didn't even stop or flinch; Especially when Taemin peaks his head inside the room to instantly spot him before stepping inside.

"Jimin....... We need to talk."

And that's when Time suddenly zoomed to full force to the present.

The brush was out of Jimin's hands before either of them could even breathe properly, flying through the air and nearly colliding it with Taemin's face if it wasn't for the fact that he moved out of the way.

Slamming against the wall instead.

Jimin's once emotionless eyes is raging now, and he hated that reflection the mirror is showing him.

So much.

His fist angrily slams against the mirror hard, shattering it to pieces before turning around.

He exploded.

"You piece of shit! Do you have any fucking idea what I had to go through the second I landed here!" Jimin yells, marching up to Taemin and slams his fists viciously against his chest, "You fucking lied to me! Took me as a fucking idiot and then used me! Now I got fucking kidnapped and nearly killed because of you- Put me down you cocksucking bitch!"

Taemin is carrying Jimin on his shoulder now while the other kicks and punches him and screaming to let him go, but was suddenly thrown to the beige silk couch with both of his wrists pinned above his head by Taemin's single hand on his wrists.

Jimin continues to aggressively move but Taemin only grips tighter and glares down at him with his own raging eyes, "Are you going to keep fighting or let me fucking explain! You need to give me an explanation too as to why the fuck did you follow me- Fuck this is like when we first met all over again! You being so damn curious!"

Damn he sounds mad.......

Very mad.

Noticing this only made Jimin sneer his eyes but stop struggling with a stubborn gaze in his eyes, making Taemin pile off of him with a grunt. Clearly he's frustrated by all of this happening, running a hand through his black gelled hair before sitting on the coffee table, rolling the sleeves of his button up shirt up before facing Jimin.