During the whole car ride back to the border between the slums and what they call, the future land, Taehyung's mouth never shut for more than a minute. The words he sputtered were like a broken record playing on the record player; jumbled up and continuously being repeated.

He kept bringing up the occurrence that the handcuffed young boy in the back seat was part of, saying that it wasn't Jimin's fault that the mother had died; that it was just in his line of duty.

How the scene was playing out, it sounded like the younger was trying to convince himself more than Jimin that his was not a regular murderer.

The older knew long time that these words weren't for his sake though, or Taehyung would've stopped the car right there and tell him all of this while looking him straight in the eyes.

If it was for the older's sake, Taehyung would've made sure that he was listening to every word he was saying, because at the time, anyone could tell that Jimin was in his own world; a world far from Taehyung's panicky reasoning.

But the truth behind it is, Taehyung didn't execute either of these because not even he believes the words spilling out of his mouth.

Jimin also knew the younger was just nervous, nervous about the truth behind Jimin's nature that Taehyung was trying so desperately to brainwash himself to know it as a lie. He knew as a fact that the younger always blabbered on and on when he becomes anxious about something. And Taehyung was indeed anxious, anxious about what his best friend was becoming.

But Jimin knew what he was.

He already knew, he wasn't going to deny the facts, and Taehyung's words were never strong enough to change that. He's killed so many before that helpless mother; has cut the throat of weak older folks, and sluttered little children until they bled dry. They were all considered scum, but

Jimin was truly a killer with galloons of blood staining his hands.

He was labelled as a merciless man, barbaric, and everyone knew him as only that. His count of prisoners that have been killed skyrocketed the others by far. Some believe that he would even kill other soldiers who work next to him if he felt like it, and maybe it's true. Maybe he would take a comrade's life one day. After all,

He has murdered his only  flesh and blood before.

So do to these facts except for the family one that only he himself knew about, and Taehyung having shaky knowledge of, everyone kept their distance from him, they were smart to do this, well everyone, except for Taehyung.

Jimin always told the younger that he was an idiot for sticking by his side, knowing fully well that it would only bring the younger misfortune for associating with someone who had his kind of reputation.

Others had also attempted to warn the naive-like boy that he was in danger hanging out with a man like Jimin, but the younger always ignored them. He trusted no one else in the world except for Jimin, and always felt safe around him. Taehyung was always worrying for the elder, trying to protect him while still giving him space to make his own decisions.

But honestly, Taehyung hated to the job they did, hated the idea of capturing people like stray dogs and cats on the side of the road. He's never killed someone in this job, and he hopes that the day doesn't come when he actually might have to.

He only joined because of Jimin, and still to this day, he never could completely understand the older's feelings behind this type of work. He didn't like the idea of leaving Jimin alone in a job like this though, especially with all the blood he had to see, since he's like a brother to him. They've only had each other since young. There parents were close, causing them to be close, and believe it or not, they used to be happy.

A smile creeps onto Taehyung's face as he remembers the good times they shared long ago, but it fades by letting a sigh escape when he looks as his friends lost emotionless expression. He really misses the days when Jimin used to smile uncontrollably for hours, and he regrets not being there the day the elder's smile got swept away by a dreadful passing wind.

It felt like it was that day, that specific day when Taehyung couldn't be there to comfort him after that incident, that Jimin's world stopped turning. That he stopped being truly happy.

So every time in their job, when they had dealt with people that are supposibly frailer than men, like woman, children, or older people, this was like a routine that always seemed to be happening.

Taehyung will try to clean up the evidence of his friends killing through words that had no meaning, which will never work as it always reminded Jimin.

Reminded him that he had physically and mentally killed off some sort of family the moment his weapons causes a fatality to their loved one, and after this, both will fall silent at the remembrance of their past that will make an appearance in their current thoughts.

So for the rest of the ride back, no sad soul said a word, no peep left anyone's lips. They had reached their nearest concentration camp with this silence still thick, and without resistance to the guards that grabbed him from within the walls of such a hell hole, the little boy seemed to already have his spirits crushed before he even sit foot into his death.

But as he trudged in, his eyes caught, and a glare was formed, a rare thing for a child in such young age; but a hateful glare was directed to the man that killed the one person the little boy had. And Jimin kept the gaze he shared with the little boy, no emotion struck him from this, after all, he was used to it.

He was used to feeling one's hatred.

Neither had broken the gaze of another, but the walls of the prison like building broke it for them. With that, Jimin returned to the car that Taehyung waited in, and once again, silence had possessed the air between them.

Jimin continued to stare out with no specific thoughts floating through his head, and Taehyung kept his eyes on the road until they pulled up to the older's apartment.

The goodbyes they shared were almost inaudible as Jimin was dropped off, and Taehyung would stay and watch. You'd think he'd shout out something to the older, try to make that sour atmosphere a sweet flavour, but he was always mute.

And as he started up the car once again, Taehyung drove away to the place he stays for the nights, and Jimin walked into the building of his that held his room for one. Stacked on different levels were the rooms of faceless neighbours, and he had to travel many flights of stairs to his boxed home; his place wasn't at the bottom of the high building, nor was it at the complete top.

His was blend into other buildings walls as all he had to do was look out the window to see another's window. Even if his ranking was higher than most, he didn't want to city view one can only dream of; the luxury of a expensive penthouse.

He didn't think he deserved such nice things.

So he unlocked, walked through, and locked his door with a code for a keypad; trapping himself into his dark isolated apartment that housed one with the building view he could care less about.

His schedule was quiet dull in comparison to people who showed more passion to things. His food assortments consisted of packaged meals. Every night for dinner, it was instant ramen. He never cared for flavour. Mornings, he ate nothing except a quick protein bar.

Then he would work out. Bench press. Squats. A 2 hour jog on the treadmill. Punching his heavy bag with his bare fist. Usually ending when his bag was close to bursting, and his knuckles bloody bruised.

After, he hit the showers. His showers were ice cold, like I said, he liked the numbness. He stood and just let it pound down on the back of his neck. The beating made him stronger, immune to harsher pains; even the merciless pain in his heart.

Now he sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at his pale fuzzy feet in the darkness with dull light from his lamp. Recalling the event of today, and scheduling what was supposed to happen tomorrow.

When he was satisfied with his calendar within his mind, he turned to his side table; to his helper of sleep.

Jimin lightly blames his lack of time to sleep because of Taehyung's frequent blabbering as an excuse, but in truth, he doesn't have the ability to just fall asleep.

Never, since that day.

There's much louder things than his younger friend's talkative ass that keeps him up. They're with him 24/7. His demons.

He couldn't sleep, not with all those voices shrieking in his head. The monstrous screams keeping him from dreaming. So he relied on one thing in this world, his sleep pills.

He chucked 2 in his mouth, even when they suggested 1 dosage each night; took off shirt, and was about to turn off the light to go and sleep.

But the doorbell rang when he was about to lay down, and he was gonna ignore it and be deaf for tonight, but considering that it could be Taehyung, he reluctantly got up to open it.

He was about to slam it in their cocky faces when he saw it was just soldiers in the same force he works in depriving him of his programmed sleep, but the lead one shoved his nasty foot through the door way before it could shut on him.

Jimin started to get agitated, so when he swung it open again and shot a look that could kill, the man flinch slightly; only slightly, and quickly recovered from it to give Jimin brash grin.

"Where is the run away prisoner," one arrogant soldier states, eyeing past Jimin to the inside of his apartment. "we know he's here."

The 3 soldiers started storming in, but Jimin blocked their way. Tiredness began hitting him like truck at the moment; he really didn't want to deal with these buffoon right now.

"Move aside you short fuck!" the one that was in the front yelled with a wicked smirk sitting right on his face, shoving Jimin roughly with his shoulder; causing him to fall to the floor.

One of the soldiers in the back let out a vulgar laugh at the scene.

The one in the front joined him in the laughing. "Should we teach this lowly swine a lession."

His glare broke through, causing them to become still.

Jimin's gaze showed one of a cold killer, someone who could kill if someone only barely bumped into him. And he shot this look up towards the soldiers eyes, making them gulp at the murderous intent behind it.

The soldier that hasn't said anything and only spectated started to tremble in terror, the colour in his face lost as he realised Jimin's identity. With a shaking hand he tapped the lead ones shoulder, having him open up his ears.

"Newbie that's him, that's Park Jimin." His face went pale.

Fearing what he had just done, he wanted to just die, because he knew Jimin would surely kill him in a merciless way.

Jimin, the ruthless killer, had seen his face, and knows he had dared to push him to the ground and insult him by laughing in his face. He was going to hell after this, because Jimin would bring him down there on his trip back home.

They stood still like Medusa had just turned them into stone as Jimin got himself up, his eyes not leaving theirs any time between.

"Get the fuck out!" Jimin roared at them, and for a split second before they darted out the door and slammed it shut, they can swear that tonight, they had seen the devil's face in person.

Jimin stood there in a daze, too tired to have anger gushing out of him at what had just happened. He would have beaten them to a pulp for intruding, but the headache he was getting started to become unbearable.

He dragged his feet back to his bed, trudging all the way when he hears glass shatter. Something crashed through the window, and it looked like a rabbit boy with rabies.

Was he hallucinating?

It fell to the ground, the moonlight illuminating and making it easier to see.
It stood up with grunts, holding its bleeding arms as he looked around wildly, soon spotting Jimin standing in the dark.

They're eyes locked for a minute, and there was a strange air between them.

"Hey, you over there, help me." The rabbit boy demanded, being the first one to snap out of it, standing in spot as he waited for Jimin to go bring him an aid kit or something

"Who are you." Jimin replied. It's a question, but it sounded like a statement.

"Just get me a towel, then we can talk," the rabbit boy commands, beginning to get a little frustrated with Jimin.

"Who the hell are you!"

The boy didn't flinch to Jimin's hostility, instead staring back with a fire in his eyes. The boy was challenging him.

Jimin's consciousness started to waver,the clear seperation of shapes and colours becoming a total blur.

"Someone you shouldn't raise your voice at you little fuck." The boy finally says, waiting to see Jimin's reaction.

"Just. Get out," Jimin weakly responded, his eyes sight failing him as he legs gave up on him.

"Hey hey you okay?!"

And just like that, he blacked out, leaving bleeding Jungkook unsure on what to do.