Jungkook sits up straight the second he sees Jimin frozen on the dance floor, unmovable with the music still loud in the background.

Is this part of his act?

No, he's looking around too frantically.....Those eyes...... Jungkook recognizes those eyes.

Something's not right.

Jimin suddenly scrambles back, throwing his shoes aside and disappearing through the crowd, out of sight. What Jungkook didn't see through the havoc was the silhouette that Karma saw in the crowd from his point of view.

Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon is here.

And he lied to Karma.

He knows Jimin.

Karma's Jimin wouldn't react like this to just anyone.

The duo didn't hesitate before storming to their feet and aggressively shoving through the confused crowd, who instantly got back to the high of the music after the DJ brought it back to ease the tension.

It didn't take long before they reached the curtains from where Jimin ran off through and rushes down the hallway, landing in front of the familiar door; where the sound of deep heaving comes from the other side. They didn't know what to expect exactly, nor did they linger onto the thought to wonder.

So Jungkook bursts the door open without a second to wait.

What they saw inside is entirely something they were not expecting; Jimin is sitting in front of the dresser, looking at himself in the mirror as he removes his make up, eyes glittering from the tray of cocaine beside him -empty tray may they add- and he's twitching a smile ever so often to his reflection with the smudges of black mascara smudging his eyes and cheeks like tears.

He's a mess.....

What just happened?!

"Jimin," Jungkook breathes in relief, approaching him, "What happened? You completely-"

Jungkook made the first mistake, asking Jimin what happened.

Second mistake was not holding onto Karma fast enough.

Karma doesn't do asking questions. He walked right up to Jimin, grabs the back of his hair with his large hand and slams his face against the dresser once with so much force that made the wooden object rattle aggressively before yanking his face back up. Jimin shrieks out painfully as he clutches his nose, that's now bleeding, but Karma only cranes his head back to glare murderously into his teary eyes.

"Either you start talking or I'll break this dresser in half using only your face!"

Jungkook steps forward, gripping Karma's shoulder to yank him back, "Don't fucking touch him-"

"Do it. You don't have the balls to do shit to me!"

Jimin, shut up!

Karma's glare intensifies along with his own grip on Jimin's hair, making the smaller only wince with his bloody face. Jungkook starts to panic and kneels down in front of Jimin, cradling his face with his large hands, "What happened Jimin? Talk to us."

Jimin wears a stubborn scowl on his face, refusing to speak. The second Karma was ready to slam his face against the dresser again, he suddenly starts to laugh; A wide smile, crecent moon eyes, brokenhearted laugh.

A laugh that could sway anyone just by hearing it, and not in a good way.

It's a psychotic mental breakdown laugh.

They would know how that sounds like.

"You wouldn't understand, no one will!"

Karma twists the strands of his brunette hair, making Jimin yelp and grips onto his wrist, "Put the sentimentality aside you pathetic whore, now talk! My patience is running low!"

Jimin's smile suddenly quivers, tears glistening his eyes now as his grip on Karma's wrist tightens. Karma wanted so bad to slam his face through the mirror and shove his gun down his throat and run out of bullets as he shoots his guts, but the second Karma met Jimin's eyes, he finds himself unable to do just that.

Something in him stops, and he couldn't seem to control that vulnerability easing his chest.

Not only that, but Jungkook is staring at him too, way too intently and with a harsh glare to let Jimin go.

Karma can't lose his fucking mind just yet, he has to let the man speak for his own behalf. If he was his same self a few years go, Jimin would've been dead by now. However being around these two imbeciles has definitely taught him a thing or two on patience.

Everyone has a story, and if he's going to murder Namjoon, he's going to need a reason.

Besides, he needs Jimin alive.

That's not a up for debate.

So annoyedly he aggressively let's go of Jimin's hair and moves to the table with the beverages to the side of the room, serving himself a glass of wine to calm down his heaving anger that raging inside his chest. Jungkook continues to follow his eyes with Karma, who tilts his mask slight back to drink his drink but yanks it back down to cover his face before anyone could take a peak and sits down on the maroon leather love seat.

Oh Jungkook can nearly feel the scowl on his face right now, but he's grateful that at least he didn't kill Jimin.

With that relief, Jungkook moves to look at the man, holding one of his hands while Jimin wipes the blood from his nose with a wet towel, thankfully it stopped bleeding, "You have to tell us what's going on Jimin. We need you fully on board with this mission, meaning no complications."

Jimin gulps thickly, eyes to the ground with a deep frown, "I can't just tell you-"

"We are trying to understand, just tell us."

"For fucks sake Jungkook I can't-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT ALREADY AND TALK PARK JIMIN!" Jungkook shouts impatiently, making Jimin freeze on the spot with eyes closed, flinching slightly by Jungkook's surprising angry tone and high volume of his voice.

Jungkook has never raised his voice like that to him. Not even the last time he yelled at him.

Even Karma was surprised, nearly choking on his alcohol by how it caught him off guard.

And surprisingly, he didn't stay silent, "Watch your tone with him."

Jungkook narrows his eyes and glares at him, "And you slammed his face against the dresser-"

Taehyung glares back, "I said watch your tone," He says lower, "I mean it."

What's up with him now?! Wasn't he just threatening him?!

Fuck! They're both so damn confusing!

Clearly Jungkook's patience has ran dry, and it's only going to get worse the more time Jimin doesn't open his mouth. It's not like Jungkook wants to force the words out of Jimin's mouth, but to get to their two targets was their main target tonight, and Jimin fucked up. They can't risk another fuck up like that again, especially since their meeting with Yoongi is coming up.

They need to understand what triggered him in order to deal with it.

Jimin remains silent for a moment, his eyes slowly moving to the dresser and he resumes to pick up the wipes of make up remover and gently rubs it against his face.

"I wasn't born with these skills on how to use a gun or talk to business people," He says lowly, the gaze behind his eyes darkening as he stares at his own reflection growing more and more sullen, "There's always the master behind it all, and my master loved teaching me well."

Jungkook and Taehyung stares at him intently, seeing how the male breaks a weak smile, "This was before I met Yoongi. I was only eighteen," And Jimin's mind began to travel back.

Flashback~

The music breathes in life into Jimin's body, along with the loud clapping as he finishes his solo show for the crowd of lustful vultures. Jimin only offers the crowd a sadistic smirk before disappearing through the curtains, feeling as if he's finally able to breathe now.

It didn't take long before his pimp, who he still doesn't know his name after ten years, is in front of him, wide greedy smile on his face with his familiar sadistic gleam behind his eyes.

"You did so well JM," He told the eighteen year old, who only sent him a shy smile in return, "Oh and you have a client in room 32. Offered a whole lot of money, so don't try to even rush this up, don't disappoint me doll."

The mere mention of this only sent nauseating shivers to run down Jimin's spine, a great amount of dread filling his insides. It's not like it's the first time he has to go pleasure his new clients, but it always makes him nervous. Even after doing this for nine years since his parent's death, he's still not use to it.

To be someone's doll, willingly.

So he gives his pimp a bow and goes to the room he was instructed to go to. A shakily hand runs through his sweaty blonde hair from his performance, taking deep breathes to calm down his racing heart until he finally reaches the door.

Just go in, do as they ask, then leave.

That's it.

The same cycle, a cycle Jimin is all too familiar with.

They usually like to role play a little, in which Jimin finds a little nerve wrecking since he's not exactly good at it. Majority of the times they just throw him on the bed, or the table, or the wall and just fuck him up there.

Hopefully this is the second option and avoid the whole bondage thing.

So with another deep breath, Jimin slowly turns the door nob and steps inside the neon purple lit room. The scenery is similar to all the rooms; silk black sheets, neon lights around the perimeter of the room to set the vibe to which ever the client desires, and usually a male or female half naked on the bed waiting for him.

However, the last part of this expectation wasn't there.

Across the room sits a man on the set up small table and two chairs on either side, black jeans and a cut sleeved shirt, cigarette between his fingers and his mullet dirty blonde hair brushed back, a few strands falling forward effortlessly as his eyes remains focused on the gun that lays at the center of the table.

Jimin froze.

A gun.

A fucking gun.

So many flashbacks of his parents dying away from this world because of that weapon, along with the knives of their killers, flashed Jimin's mind making his subconsciously take a step back. However the second the man's eyes met his, he felt paralyzed.

Those eyes; empty yet firm, almost authorative without even uttering a word.

Who is this male? He's not like the usual customers he gets on a daily basis.

"JM, correct?"

A strong shiver runs down Jimin's body like a damn rattle, making him instantly nod slowly to the man's deep voice. He has to suck up this little fear if doesn't want to get punished, as he has been many times before for being too shy or quiet to his clients.

The scars covered by make up on his back are proof.

So with a forced grin, he walks confidently towards the man, leaning against the table with the edge pressing against his ass, and arms crossed "You asked for my presence, hm master?"

The man didn't even seem fazed by Jimin's seductive tone, nor blink, only kept his eyes firm on his face before moving a hand to refer to the chair, "Sit, I'm not here to fuck you."

Jimin's grin drops.

Well.... That's new.

The environment somehow shifted. Jimin squirms slightly to how tense it's starting to feel as he slowly moves to sit on the other chair; Keeping his head up despite his need to look anywhere else away from the beautiful man's intense stare.

A long moment passed that they didn't say a word, only leaving the man to stare at Jimin as if he's some science experiment. Jimin didn't know what to think by this point; scared, fearful, unease, maybe all in one mix. It only keeps growing worse and worse as time continues to tick by.

And the man clearly sensed that.

So he sudden grabs the gun, from the center of the table removes the safety and points it to Jimin with an elbow to the table. Jimin's heart hammered hard against his rib cage, hands shaking fiercely as he looks fearfully between the gun and the man's stern face.

"I'm pointing a gun at you, what are you going to do about it?"

Jimin didn't know what to say. By now he's close to having an actual panic attack once again, tears now glistening his eyes without his permission as he tried to keep a strong face.

He can't show weakness or he might actually die.

"S-Sir, you can't kill me. The pimp will-"

"I asked you a question, your life lies in your hands now," The man continues to say, leaning over the table with his emotionless eyes, edging the gun closer to Jimin's face, "Are you going to take it away from my hand and kill me, or let me kill you. Your choice kitten."

Kitten?

Well.... That's a first.

Jimin by now is hyperventilating, preferring to be whipped or beaten up by this point than have that simple weapon be pointed at him. He may be valuable to this club here, doesn't mean he can't easily be replaced by someone just as quick.

This is it, he's going to die at a young age.

With that horrid reality settling in his senses, he closes his eyes, body tense as he prepares himself for the horrid pain to enter his body.

Click.

His body jolted from the noise but didn't feel any pain. The magazine was empty. Confusion suddenly filled his mind, peering his eyes open to see the man still staring at him intently.

Now with a twitching smile by the corner of his lips.

"So scared..... So soft," He murmurs lowly, eyes now growing more gentle as he shoves the gun to the holster inside his blazer before sticking his hand out, "I'm Kim Namjoon. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise kid."

Jimin confusedly stares between him and his hand, trying to determine what he's trying to do but he didn't seem to have an alternative intention. Not that Jimin's innocent mind could catch. No one has ever came here without some intention for a lewd desire for the minor, so to have this sudden act from someone is new; almost refreshing.

So with his shakily hand he shyly shakes the devil's hand, "I-I'm JM."

End flashback~

Jimin blinks the memory away, licking his lips nervously as he continues to rub the foundation from off his face. Jungkook and Taehyung are silent for a moment, letting Jimin's story sink in their minds as they try to imagine a small and more frail version of Jimin meeting the same man who has worked with them individually before.

Namjoon was Jungkook's friend, who he counted his son with to protect from the world.

A partner to Karma, who did his dirty work and worked out in the field with his products.

He lied to both of them.

"So, that's who you saw? Kim Namjoon? He was here?" Jungkook asks, making Karma look away for a moment.

He's fighting everything inside him to not explode at this very moment, but it's only becoming more and more strained.

Jimin gulps thickly, too shaken up to confirm nor deny anything, so Taehyung diverted the question away, "What else happened? What did he do to you?"

"It's not what he did," Jimin whispers and turns to look at them, "It's what he didn't do."

Flashback~

There was not a night that Namjoon missed where he didn't visit Jimin. Every night they spent it together; talking, growing comfortable in each other's company, growing a connection.

Room 32 has became Jimin's safe haven from the sins of the world out there. He would look forward to his shows just to see Namjoon later on, spending hours upon hours together, without his pimp being a problem since he always looks for his customers best interest.

And Namjoon became his favorite customer indeed.

Tonight however, Namjoon has a proposition and it only left Jimin more conflicted about his life up ahead.

"Wait what?"

Namjoon continues with his tender gaze at the younger male, a small smile on his lips, "Come with me, just for a week. I wish I could let you stay longer but your pimp is eager to have you back, so he only agreed twice a month, for a whole week. What do you think?"

Jimin didn't know what to say. This is the first time he was able to leave this place after ten years. Usually when he travels, he travels in large groups and it's usually for trafficking purposes to go to a new location and he doesn't really get to see a glimpse of the outside world.

However, this is different. It's him, alone in a way, going outside willingly.

This is the closest grasp to freedom since he's stepped in here.

"So... I-I'll be out there.... With you.... For a whole week?"

Namjoon's smile widens to show his deep dimples, nodding slowly, "Only if you accept it of course. I'll give you food, clothes, anything you want. Just as long as you're beside me, that's all I care about."

Jimin couldn't help himself from feeling conflicted yet a sense of giddiness all at once. He will get to go outside. Just for a split moment, a week, he will be away from this place, from the eyes of the people, and be with the person he.... He feels very comfortable being with.

This is a miracle.

A relief.

What an angel he's been gifted with.

So with a wide smile, he nods eagerly, "That sounds amazing!"

End flashback~

"So, that's what he did, he took me out of there," Jimin says casually, legs crossed from under him on the chair with a dainty hand on his chin, eyes focused on the floor. The memories are still fresh as if it just happened yesterday, memories he only wishes he could burn and forget about it.

If only it was that easy.

Jungkook leans forward, eyebrows furrowed, "Okay, I don't see where this is going-"

"Shut up and let him finish," Taehyung growls annoyedly, slapping a hand to the back of his hand to quiet him up. Oh how Taehyung loves to hear about how his most trusted men has been lying to his face this whole time. The more information he knows, the more motivated he'll be into killing him.

Jimin sends them a twitching smile and nervously rubs his hands together, "What I thought was freedom became just another cage though. Namjoon stick with his promise; I went outside, enjoyed the ride to this beautiful house in the woods, right on a cliff. The beach can be clearly seen along with the view of the trees. It was so breathtaking. I felt completely free," Jimin tells with his eyes growing darker and darker, "But Namjoon had other objectives for me. So before I knew it, I was getting beaten up by eleven other bodies, dragged and chained up into a dark room. It was my paradise transforming into my own personal nightmare."

Flashback~

His breath comes out in ragged heavy pants, whimpering whenever he expended his lungs too much. Every limb in his body ached to even move, let alone breath. He can't even cry because it will only bring him pain.

Never has he been beaten this horribly in his life.

And he would know.

The door suddenly creaks open from some part of the room, slightly gleaming light to Jimin's face but he was too weak to even shield it away by turning aside. So he lets it's blinding glare cast over his face.

Footsteps approach him, slow and daunting, all the way until Jimin felt the presence of a body in front of his. He didn't even scrunch away, let alone flinch when a hand tender grabs his cheek and turns his face upwards.

There was once his prince charming, who he sees as his demon.

Namjoon stares at Jimin indifferently, who's all bruised and swollen up from the beatings, and his hand on his jaw tightens hard, "You are not going to be so damn weak anymore," He growls and leans down to him, "You, my dear Jimin, are going to be a phoenix. You won't be afraid of a damn weapon or of people hurting anymore, or anyone else."

End flashback~

Taehyung lips gapped upon hearing this, clearly not expecting this sudden twist of events from Jimin's story. The more the smaller began to talk, the more his voice grew stern and almost empty. Almost as that memory just drains every emotion from his body.

Jimin's living that memory through his eyes.

"So every day, these men would come in and beat me to the point I would barely be able to move at times, and then Namjoon would come and nurtured me, some type of toxic bullshit," Jimin scoffs as he looks back to the mirror, meeting his own pair of empty eyes, "The beatings grew less and less aggressive by the third week that I visited there, and by then I already knew how to treat my wounds because he taught me how to look after it and began to learn how to defend myself from it. Much to my distaste, I grew drawn to him in a way, like a disease. I felt myself slowly breaking apart yet remaking a new version of myself, a version that was my own to make.... And I was liking it.."

Jungkook watches the way Jimin's eyes slowly falls to his wrists, where he removes the golden cuffs to reveal littered marks of old burn scars.

Cigarette burn scars.

He.... Hurt himself.

Jimin smiles softly at the marks, "When I would come back to the club, I fell more and more in love with the man. I was just a kid, I didn't know any better, but one thing for sure was that I was someone else when I was with him; More daring, confident, and..... Strong. I was growing stronger. My performances were less timid, I became fierce. I would let my clients touch and fuck me without a problem, and I began to imagine it would be him. It made it so much more pleasurable to endure. However Namjoon didn't want to fuck me, so he didn't, he just wanted me for himself, to be the version of myself that I wanted to be. Shit, we would be so crazy together. He taught me how to tolerate drugs and alcohol, even how to drive. He was a demon, but my demon. My own beautiful demon."

Flashback~

Jimin sits on the motorbike, leaning over to the steering wheel with one foot gliding against the pebbled ground lazily while the other settled on the footrest. His fingers picking on the ring on his finger with his blonde hair brushed away from his face, showing his dark eye shadow make up with red plump lips, making his melanin skin pop much more brightly.

He waits patiently right outside the cabin, where Namjoon told him to meet him with his bike just a few minutes ago. The days of beating seemed like it was too long ago, it has stopped ever since the day Jimin fought back, knocking them out cold since Namjoon taught him a few lessons of fighting while being in club during their room session.

In Namjoon's house he has his own room now, given as much clothes as he wishes. Even though he only stays for a week twice every month, he has began to look at this place like home, and Namjoon began to trust him more and more with him.

Especially since Jimin didn't bother hiding his affections for him.

Namjoon taught him how to ride this bike alone, more lessons on self defense and attacks, and within the time, how to diffuse a bomb, even a few knife tricks; something he use to be very much afraid of before. Day by day Jimin grew less intact to his emotions, being able to face dead bodies and blood with ease after seeing Namjoon's victims from his drug business. Jimin even began to deal himself, helping Namjoon with whatever he needed, even attended formal meetings for him with Namjoon's training on how to speak professionally.

Without Jimin being aware of it, Namjoon was slowly teaching him the skills to becoming a field agent.

To survive.

He's not the same Jimin he once was before, and he's liking who he is becoming.

The doors of the cabin suddenly swings open, revealing the blonde haired male with two other men behind him. Jimin peers an eye at them, watching how the three got into their own world of discussing matters of what happened inside the cabin before Namjoon turns around, meeting Jimin's eye line of sight.

Jimin could see the way Namjoon's gaze roams to the black ripped pants hugging his curves, the fishnet leggings peaking through and hugging his torso to the center. A black crop clinging to his upper body with a leather jacket over his shoulders, a choker right on his neck to fit the outfit and his combat boots

Oh how Jimin loved to please Namjoon, especially with these outfits, and he could tell that he definitely accomplished his task.

Namjoon approaches him with a small smirk, eyes caressing the way Jimin's back is arched to the bike and follows how he sits up, a twinkling smirk on his plump red lips.

"How did the meeting go?"

The two other males who accompanied Namjoon left already in their cars, only leaving Jimin and Namjoon alone, with the sun setting in the background.

The older male extends out a hand, waiting for Jimin to take it. When Jimin did, Namjoon helps him off the bike and suddenly trails his hands to his thighs and wraps his legs around his torso. Jimin shrieks to the sudden move, fisting Namjoon's black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, bubbling laugh as the man climbs on the bike with Jimin straddling his lap now.

Other than trust has developed, so has their affection. Namjoon would sneak hugs or act in loving ways to show his affection, only raising Jimin's feelings for him.

And feelings he does have for him indeed.

Jimin's smile widens upon feeling Namjoon's soothing touch caress his hips, blushing to the way the other only stares back at him with an admiring smile on his own lips.

Namjoon has a beautiful smile.

"You look very nice," Namjoon purrs, eyes roaming Jimin's appearance briefly with the sun kissing the side of his face as it grows lower in a distance, "Wanted to impress me huh?"

The wave of pink only heated Jimin's cheeks even more, boosting his confidence slightly, "Maybe a little."

Something about the way Namjoon is looking at Jimin right now only made the younger feel a flutter of something fuzzy in his chest. It was a feeling he has never been use to feeling, but it feels nice. A feeling he only feels around Namjoon. Maybe he is falling in love with the badass gangster with the dirty blonde mullet brushed back and the tattoos on his arms.

He took care of him, trained him, given him the comfort and assurance that Jimin hasn't experienced in his life.

And Jimin wants him to know how grateful he is because of that.

So boldly Jimin tenderly clasps his cheeks, leaning his face ever so closely to Namjoon's own face. The taller drops his smile and stares intently at Jimin now; wanting to see if he even has the courage to do what he's about to do, far too into his own affection for the younger to stop him either way.

Oh but Jimin did have the courage. He closed the distance completely until their lips met, filling his insides with an explosion that made a sigh escape his mouth. Jimin thought he may have been immune to feeling anything by this point due to all the horrid circumstances in his life, but Namjoon coming into his life just feels like a miracle. Now Jimin grows less and less afraid of life, trusting in himself to look after his own body and mind.

All thanks to Namjoon.

Slowly he pulls away, wide eyes studying Namjoon's reaction. The other only continues to stare at him intently, completely frozen on the spot. Jimin thought for a moment he made a mistake, and a mistake he did make.

That much he knew when Namjoon pulls out his gun from his hoister and points it to Jimin's forehead, hard, eyes cold with a firm grip.

"I'm pointing a gun to you, what are you going to do about it?"

Jimin stares intently to Namjoon's eyes, his own gaze intensifying to the sudden question as he leans over to the gun by raising his head, letting the metal caress the side of his face. It clearly surprised Namjoon when Jimin stuck his tongue out, running it along the length of the gun slowly. Not once did Jimin's eyes falter, instead it only grew more and more darker in desire, like a damn animal ready to pounce on it's prey.

Suddenly he takes the whole length of the gun in his mouth, hallowing his cheeks as he bops his head once with a challenging glare in his eyes to Namjoon's eyes.

And Namjoon pulls the trigger.

Click.

The slot being empty, once again. Doesn't mean the gun itself is empty, Namjoon isn't that stupid.

And Namjoon slowly smirks, "That's my gold kitten," He purrs the nickname out, yanking the gun out of Jimin's lips and twirls it around, offering the handle out to him, "I taught you how to use this without being afraid of it and you aren't, now this is my gift to you. Keep practicing, be strong, and do what you have to do to survive."

Jimin gawks slightly at Namjoon, clearly caught off guard, eyes moving to the gun that was there since their first meeting up until now. It's almost as if Namjoon is giving him the key to his life, his freedom, his own security.

Namjoon believes in him, he really does to be trusting him with a weapon already.

Slowly Jimin takes the gun, studying it carefully with Namjoon's initials to the handle, roughly as if it's been carved with a knife. Something about holding this just gave Jimin a strong sense of pride yet confidence.

He feels in control.

And suddenly he points the weapon to Namjoon, smile dropping with his gaze intensely cold behind his scowl. This caught Namjoon by surprise, but he hid it well enough with his own calm eyes.

"Are you going to take it away from my hand and kill me, or let me kill you, your choice," Jimin mocks, firm hand on the gun, not like the shaking mess he use to be before.

Namjoon didn't say anything, only stares at the gun intently before smiling softly, leaning over to the younger's face, "My exquisite kitten," He murmurs lovingly, nuzzling his nose against his chin, "I'm so proud of you.

That shot something inside Jimin. Something far more than what he has felt before; much more pride and appreciation.

He has made someone proud of him.

They praise him for something other than sex.

He's been good.

Someone believes he did good.

Oh how much that boosted his ego and pride, and he's feeding off of it too much.

Namjoon noticing Jimin's seductive smirk pushes his hand with the gun down, grabbing his jaw and slamming their lips back together, the kiss much more passionate yet hungrily than before.

Oh how Jimin began to love being in love with Namjoon by the second.

End flashback~

"So you both were on that lovey dovey shit, we get it," Karma huffs, digging his fingers against his temple in irritation, "Why the sudden separation?"

Jimin by now has removed all of the make up off his face, only making Karma's breath hitch his throat by how attractive he looks with his raw beauty.

With or without make up, he still looks absolutely beautiful.

Is he ever going to tell him? Of course not.

Just like they all have their pride, Karma has his.

The smaller runs his fingers through his hair and removes his blazer, leaving his upper body bare to whoever wants to see, "Well, every story has it's ending. Let's just say that..... After all the shit I've been through, I reached my breaking point."

Jungkook and Karma sits up straight, ready to hear this and Jimin only turns towards them with a cigarette already lit up between his fingers, "Two police enforcements came into my room one day, interrogating me. I told them I wasn't going to say anything until I speak to a lawyer, but the second they mentioned Namjoon it was all game over from there. Apparently the gangster I knew was an undercover agent, trying to gain information of the club and the mafia around the area, which was the Venom mafia. Apparently they've been fucking around with trade in other countries but I blacked out at that moment since I didn't care, only coming to realization that the person who I looked up to, admired, even grown to maybe love him, has been using me to gain information," And a broken smile forms Jimin's lips, "A rat, a fucking rat. Should've known better than to grow an emotional attachment to my clients, and that became my number one rule to this day."

The way Jimin's voice kept balancing between quivering to stern shows just how much he's trying to control his emotions right now. He doesn't want to go back to that time, but in order for both Jungkook and Karma to understand, they must know what happened.

Maybe give Karma another reason to kill him.

Or Jungkook another reason to believe his gem and his accusation against Namjoon.

Jimin straightens his postures and takes a puff of his cigarette, "I confronted him, of course. He didn't deny it, in which destroyed me, obviously. I've been lied to, mistreated, lead on, and abused my whole life; So to have the only person who has treated me differently admit that it's all been a lie fucked with my emotions, bad. He did say it was like that at first, but then he did grow a connection with me, whatever bullshit that means. So, I snapped," Jimin says simply, eyes now narrowed, "And for once I actually started living."

Flashback ~

Jimin pants hard; hands, face, body, clothes all drenched with blood. His hands hold tightly to the ax, dripping the scarlet liquid to the ground from the sharp edge with a light pattern - a pattern he has counted in his head.

Drip.

Pause.

Drip.

Pause.

Drip.

The rhythm became too familiar and Jimin flutters his eyes open, his vision clearing up from his once red covered sight of his own adrenaline and high to kill. The body counts is undetectable at this point, there's too many for Jimin to pinpoint how many he took out. They all lay lifeless on the ground, nothing but blood pouring out of their once alive bodies.

And Jimin starts laughing, a broken and hysterical laugh.

The pain, the betrayal, the suffering all lifted for that moment where Jimin feels free of his sins.

He has never felt so alive.

"I hate you Kim Namjoon!" Jimin screams with his whole chest, wandering around the whole dark house, waving the ax around with his tears mixing with the blood, "Come out you fucking coward!"

The house remains silent, all the way until Jimin reaches the living room. The lamp clicks from time to time by the unease electric bolts running through it. Then there's nothing, leaving the room dark with nothing but the outside lamppost lights as guide.

And that's when Jimin hears a creak from behind him. With a sly smirk he whirls around, dragging the ax full force through the air but a hand grasps the length. Abruptly Jimin is pushed to the ground with the weapon, a body straddling him down. The chaotic man bubbles a giggle as he feels the sharp end of the weapon against his neck, meeting with the eyes of the love of his life.

Or so who he thought was the love of his life.

"Do you have any idea what the fuck you just did?" Namjoon snarls angrily, "You killed all these men and women; officers, innocent people-"

"They're not innocent," Jimin chuckles drily and narrowed his eyes down at him, "If they're like you, all they are is a bunch of rats! You fucking rat!"

Namjoon glares murderously at the boy, not having it in him to snap the ax down his throat even though he could.

Instead he throws it aside and pins Jimin's wrists against the floor, "What I felt for you was real Jimin."

Now Jimin's chaotic mind began to mellow down, only fueling him with rage, "Liar! All you did was lie to me!" He screams, fighting against his hands for freedom, "I am just a kid, turning nineteen in just a month from now, how could you do this to me! You knew how I felt about you and you fucked it up! You fucked me up!"

Namjoon frowns deeply to Jimin's cry baby tears, leaning his forehead against Jimin's with eyes closed, "Please believe me kitten, I never meant to hurt you," He whispers and slowly pulls away, "This.... This what you did isn't right...... Fuck Jimin.... If they catch you, you could even be sentenced to death!"

Jimin's lips are wobbling now to Namjoon's hysteria, the tears only continuously streaming down his cheeks, "I wanted to destroy you..... And I did. Now you know how I feel."

In a distance they could hear the faint cop sirens, closing in on where the crime scene lays behind. The two males share an intense stare before Namjoon suddenly leans back, fist up with a snarl on his lips.

"If I see you again, I will make sure your last days breathing will be with your organs being torn out one by one. I will ruin every single part of you until you're nothing, so stay hidden and away from me, do you understand?"

Wait he's sparing his life?

But before Jimin could even say anything, a fist across his face knocks him out completely.

End flashback~

Jimin subconsciously rub his cheek, almost as if he feels the punch all over again, "He has his way with words for sure," Jimin mutters and looks at the two males, "When I woke up, I was back with my pimp, or my master so to say. He punished me severely, and I never saw Namjoon again but his threat remained haunting me, like a curse. A month later, I'm nineteen, and that's when I meet Yoongi, just four months later after my birthday," And Jimin's eyes falls to Jungkook, "And you. Fast forward, after Yoongi went to jail, I got arrested for heroin possession from a job I had to do. Went to rehab, got kidnap by my recent pimp and stayed hidden for three years, all with my request and a little word manipulation. Now we are here, and I'm met with my ghost all over again. Got to love the story of my pathetic life."

Karma is practically shaking by now. The way he wants to dismember Namjoon to pieces and burn him before his eyes would be an understatement. There's so much more he wants to do besides torture him, he wants to destroy him with his bare hands.

How Karma hates traitors, especially liars.

Now he's conflicted with his anger, having it connect to Jimin.

Namjoon hurt Jimin.

Now Karma doesn't give a shit about Jimin, he still can't stand him and the other reciprocates those exact same feelings, but having someone be the cause for him to completely lose his sanity and show him that this world is as fucked up as it is infuriates him.

No one is allowed to hurt Jimin if it's not him or Jungkook, even the other is a little bitch to hurt him either way. Anyone who steps in is dead.

Yoongi is already in that list, along with his bitch Hoseok, might as well add Namjoon to this as well.

So Karma gets to his feet, adjusting his coat and approaches the small man. Jimin follows him with his eyes, digging the cigarette to the ash tray with his sparkling gaze from the cocaine glittering back at him.

Taehyung didn't say anything at first, only then gently grabs onto Jimin's jaw and rubs the pad of his thumb against his skin, "Letting your emotions become your own enemy, so damn pathetic."

Jimin suddenly scowls and angrily moves his face way from Taehyung's hand, "Like if you know how it feels to care about someone."

"You're right, I don't," Karma responds indifferently, making Jimin look back at him with a glare, "Doesn't mean I don't know a reckless behavior when I see it. Stop being a little bitch, own up to it. You killed his coworkers, good. Own it, don't let it be a curse in your life. If you want to go around in life, don't be on the safe side for his sake. If you let others keep manhandling your life, the only person who's going to end up dead is you, no matter how good your skills are, fucking maniac."

And Karma walks away, walking out the room with a slam of the door, leaving Jimin and Jungkook alone. The air only grows more tense to Karma's sudden statement and Jimin feels the full impact of it.

And he got angry.

Very angry.

Angrily he shoots to his feet, rummaging everything off the drawer in his tantrum before flipping it over to the ground. The glass of the mirror breaks upon the impact, creating a litter of it on the ground but Jimin only grows more pissed as he starts to stomp on the wooden furniture. Almost instantly Jungkook shoots to his feet, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist and lifts him back, dragging him away.

The small male screams and cries against Jungkook's hold, angrily fighting against his arms as he pries for his freedom.

The agent only held him tight, burying his face against his neck while whispering soothing words to calm him down. Jimin's fit began to grow more and more less chaotic until he's left with just sniffling with horrible sobs stuck in his throat.

Slowly Jungkook turns him around, hugging him tightly to his body while running a hand through his hair. Jimin wheezes painfully and began to fight back with his small fits against Jungkook's chest, not once did Jungkook give in. Jimin continued on like this until he suddenly stops and hugs him back tightly, holding as if his life depends on it.

Jungkook slowly closes his eyes, hearing the pitiful cries coming out of Jimin's throat as he expressed all those vulnerable emotions he's been feeling inside his chest. This moment won't last long of course; Jimin will realize that he was crying and showing Jungkook this state to him and start to even regret it, going back to his cold self.

So before that happens, Jungkook pulls away slowly and cups Jimin's cheeks, wiping his tears away, "It's okay to feel, okay?" He whispers, taking a bit of a bold risk in pecking his lips quickly, "You held that in for a while, don't let it destroy you."

Jimin lets out a shakily whimper, closing his eyes and nodding, preferring to do that than voicing out his words. Jungkook once again presses their lips together, holding it for a moment just so Jimin could feel the comfort he's offering before pulling away, giving him a small smile.

He knows Jimin's fueled by physical affection, and even if they're unease about the topic now after what has happened, this is what he needs right now.

"You got this," Jungkook whispers determined, making Jimin smile weakly in return and sniffle quietly. Even if he won't ever admit it, Jungkook's words did sway him, giving him some sort of clarity or hope.

Something he desperately needs right now.

After a moment of just standing there, a knock suddenly hits the door and it creaks open. Jungkook turns his head to see Lucas standing there, eyes wide to the mess in the room before looking at the pair, offering them a bow.

"Sorry to disturb you but Dong Sicheng and Jackson Wang want to see Gold Kitten sir."

Both of their eyes widen.

Huh, guess Jimin still caught their eyes after all.

"Thank you Lucas, guide them to a meeting room and come back here," Jungkook says, earning another bow from the tall man before he closes the door back shut.

Jimin blinks where the male once stood and turns to Jungkook, "B-But..... Where's Karma?"

His tone oozed in utter innocence that made Jungkook instantly those protective instincts spiked up. Even if the masked man still hurt his feelings, he still wants him to be present through this.

Either Jimin is just use to the toxic relationships or it's part of the contract to have the three together at all times.

So Jungkook decided to not put too much mind into it, "Well just have to continue on without him. He'll come around. As of now, are you sure you want to do this? If you don't feel emotionally stable, don't do it."

Jimin stares at the door intently, almost as if it's going to pour out all of its answers to his own hidden questions. However it never did, so he turns his head, a small smile to his lips with a nod, "Time to get to business."

Jungkook smiles in return and gently pinches his cheek, "That's my fierce Jimin."

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A/N:
I have updated a lot today haha

I should probably get some sleep though, it's pretty late and I have a flight tomorrow, yay :')

I PURPLE YOU! <33