Awkward wouldn't exactly be the best word to describe how the atmosphere feels like in the small space of this room right now.

Maybe uncomfortable?

Tense?

Perhaps a bit irritating?

Whatever it was, Jungkook felt the whole wave of it.

At the moment Jungkook and Jimin has fallen silent in this familiar meeting room of the kidnappers cabin; who were going over the plan a few moments ago. Ever since he got out of the hospital yesterday, he has been staying in the kidnappers cabin until tomorrow actually, where him and Jimin would be staying at Karma's living quarters.

The masked man has been keen on keeping them near, not wanting to risk any of their heads being blown off for breathing outside for a second.

Typical worry of a perfectionist man who wants everything to go as planned.

As of now, so many questions lingers in the air between the two, questions that Jimin has been wanting to ask and Jungkook could tell by the way his lips would part ever so often with eyebrows furrowed, just wanting to say something in the midst of the silence.

And Jungkook was right.

Finally Jimin mustered the courage and turns towards him, arms crossed as Jungkook leans over the table to study the map of a familiar building they've been studying over.

"Why did you never mention that you have a son?"

Jungkook tenses up upon hearing those words, not moving his eyes towards Jimin but also not staying silent to his question, "Why do you think Jimin? Don't you believe that him being the son of the big boss of the FBI would risk his safety even more?"

"He's not even your kid, so why did you take him in if you knew the risks?"

Jungkook purses his lips tightly together and he looks over over the notes on his notepad, "Don't pry into businesses thats none of your concerns. I had my reasons."

Jimin sealed his mouth to this, recalling the conversation with Karma in the hospital and a slight sense guilt flutters his heart, just barely. All Jungkook was doing is protecting him from Karma this whole time, and now he's most likely being kidnapped and tortured as they speak and Jungkook doesn't even know-

The door barges open, nearly coming off the hinges as it slams back to the wall. Jungkook and Jimin jump in startle to the sudden noise, seeing a livid Karma standing there with an iron grip on a beige folder.

He's absolutely pissed.

Karma kicks the door closed behind him and slams the folder angrily on the table. It all happened so fast when he suddenly grabs Jungkook by the collar, slamming his whole body against the wall aggressively.

"WHERE IS HE!?"

Jungkook widens his eyes to the sudden hostility, "What did your dumbass do now that you're blaming me for it!"

The other definitely was not in the mood to be playing around. That much is obvious when he yanks out his knife from his pocket and pins it against the wall, centimeters near Jungkook's head.

Despite the fact that Jungkook can't even imagine the look on his face, his eyes spoke for themselves in pure rage glaring into his own in darkness, "Seven. He murdered; dismembered with lungs and body parts tortured out of the body with fucking heads off and missing, seven of my most toughest men and disappeared off like the damn phantom of the opera! So I'll ask one more time! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!?"

What the hell is he talking about!

Jungkook's still remained utterly confused, eyebrows furrowed together to Karma's fit of rage until his eyes fixes on the folder that he slammed on the table. Jimin is currently going through all the photographs in them, a hand on his mouth to cover back his own need to gag to the horrid images with horrified eyes.

Pictures of seven men; some with heads missing from their bodies, gutted open down the middle with sprawls of organs harshly yanked out, shot vigorously multiple times on the back that would give anyone with trypophobia the shivers and nightmares for months, upon many other horrid ways of torture and death that even made him as a head agent of the FBI want to cringe away as well.

The pattern in these kills is definitely familiar.

"You tried going after my kid huh?" Jungkook growls accusingly, shaking his head disappointedly and looks at Karma, "He warned you, I even warned you. He's not one to mess with Karma!"

That only pissed him off even more. If there's anything he doesn't like, a competition is one of them; let alone to believe someone who's just a damn kid could have the power to intimate him.

Karma angrily bangs Jungkook against the wall while fisting the collar of his shirt tightly, "No damn regular seventeen-year-old looking boy would do this! My cousin barely survived-"

"He's actually eighteen-"

"JUNGKOOK!"

"Should've taken the warning you imbecile!" Jungkook snarls, shoving his shoulder back, "I don't know where he is, but wherever it is, he'll survive."

Karma practically growls underneath the mask and pins the knife to Jungkook's neck, hard, "Tell me where he is, or I will draw him out while using you as a damn kabob!"

"He's not easily drawn in. I'm his dad. I taught him better than to be easily manipulated by people like you when it comes to me. He's cold, with no heart," He huffs back with cold eyes, "Him or I are not the enemy right now. So you better back the fuck off me before I use this knife to shove it down your throat! Reconsider that as less painful than killing you for trying to go after my son."

The tension between the glares of the two piles over each other, the battle for dominance and sneer for control is clear behind their eyes. Jungkook using his usual cold demeanor while Karma demands fear, a pitiful attempt since Jungkook is use to this by now. And that's something Jimin can't handle with this whole mess going on.

He needs them fucking alive.

So he places his small hands on their chests and eases them away from each other, "Jungkook is right, we have work to do. There's no room for distractions such as these."

Karma didn't want to let this go, and he clearly won't, for now.

With one last final glare to each other, Karma walks away, storming across the room and slamming the door shut in his departure. The room is hot now, with a new bubbling problem lingering the air. Jungkook didn't say anything, only walks towards the table, moving the familiar looking photographs aside and focused on writing notes, calmly.

Jimin can clearly see the tension he's carrying on his shoulder, despite him trying to brush it off. So he stands beside him and places a hand on his shoulder, "Listen, you don't have to close yourself off, I get it. You can talk to me-"

Wrong move.

Jungkook snaps his head towards him, forcing Jimin to meet with his dark eyes, "You knew about what he did, and you didn't tell me. Now I suggest you stay the fuck away from me right now and only focus on this plan. Last time I checked, we aren't that close."

Something weighed heavy in the smaller's chest to the menacing tone that trailed along Jungkook's words. It's something he didn't like nor is he use to, and it drove him mad with confusion.

Jungkook's anger, very angry, and Jimin shouldn't press on his nerves if it's only going to end with them arguing as well.

So Jimin hums and steps back, pulling out his lighter and cigarette from his pocket and lights it up, letting the harsh nicotine ease every bone in his body as his hooded eyes stares at Jungkook intently.

And an idea raised up in his dark mind to ease the tension.

"You know, I'm still a whore, only dressed up in fancy clothes. If you need to let out a little frustration, I can be your little distraction for a minute," Jimin offers indifferently, hoping this will get the other so do something other than just drown his anger in writing notes.

Truth is, Jimin is also deprived of attention lately. For years he's always been the pearl for many eyes, and although those weren't good attention, he got use to the praises and the undivided attention.

That's the closest thing to making him feel wanted, even if it was just for a moment.

Although Karma gives him sparks of those attention from time to time, Jungkook has been difficult. It's almost as if he gets burnt alone when Jimin only touches him, and he doesn't know why.

However from his suggestion, he did not expect was for Jungkook to grow angrier instead of flustered like he usually did.

Jungkook slams his pen down on the table, a harsh glare in his eyes, "Stop trying to offer yourself to me as if you're some fucking doll!" He barks, leaning over to the other's face to make sure he stares directly into his eyes, "You are far more than just a piece of plastic to me, and you should start thinking the same way about yourself too."

And just like that, Jungkook storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him- Leaving a conflicted Jimin, who stares at his cigarette with a familiar numbness and instinctively presses the bud to his skin on his wrist.

Filling his mural of cigarette burns with another piece to the collection to numb it all.

To the last twinkle of emotion.

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A/N:
There's a lot of updates, I know.

So I have officially transferred the drafted chapter from my file to here, but I'm currently going through the editing process to censor and edit a few errors, so that's why I haven't updated them all at once.

I wanted to ask you guys, would you guys want a picture to how they look in the story? Or is the description enough from the story?

I PURPLE YOU! <33