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(A/n:- Who is up for some twist?)

"Papa is a bitch..," the boy mumbled in his sleep and Jungkook simply hummed as he carried the boy in his arms to his room. 

He quickly flattened the bed to create some space for his son and tucked him under the sheets. He then placed a bottle of water and some food in a box over the table lamp in case his son woke up in the middle of the night.

He looked at the watch to find it was already too late and rushed out of the room to find Jimin standing there with his pocket knife swiftly playing between his fingers.

"J-jimin."

"Where are you heading to?" Jimin asked, his eyes studying the bruises over the male's face and the condition of the attire he wore.

"Why does it matter to you?" Jungkook frowned and walked past him. Jimin rolled his eyes and pulled the guy back, blocking his way.

"Being rude is my job. You don't get to be rude, baby," Jimin smirked and placed the knife over the male's neck.

"Why? Why can't I be rude? Is there a criterion to be rude? Who the hell are you to judge me!" Jungkook snapped with his hands slamming the wall on either side of Jimin's head leaving the latter in a shocked state.

"I...was just joking though," Jimin's eyes moistened with tears and lips trembling as he cautiously stared back at Jungkook's ferocious state, all caged between his arms.

Jungkook's eyes fell over Jimin's terrified state and quickly pulled back with his palm rubbing his elbow, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you. I just-I am sorry for-" he was cut mid-sentence when Jimin stood right in front of his face and breath fanning his lips.

"This is why you can't be rude. You are too naive for that." Jimin rolled his eyes as he tugged his fingers over Jungkook's ear and dragged him toward the kitchen.

"Ow! Let me go. Also, were you lying about being hurt a while ago? Ow! Please let go of my ear." Jungkook cupped his hands over Jimin's hand which was determined to pluck his ear from his head.

Jimin pulled a chair and pushed Jungkook over it, letting go of his ear in the process. The latter rubbed his ear to relieve the pain with a small pout forming over his lips. The older took a heavy first aid box out of the last cabinet and placed it before sliding it over the table.

"Here," Jimin pulled another chair for himself and sat over it with his legs crossed.

"I don't have time for this. I need to head to work-"

"Listen here, bitch. I ain't repeating a cliche Wattpad shit so you better get yourself the required first aid and shove your ass out of the house. Is that clear?"

"Why do you care?" Jungkook's eyebrows knitted together as he put forth the question.

"If you bleed to death, I ain't taking care of that idiot who is snoring there like there is no tomorrow. Plus, I bet you wouldn't want him to learn from me. Do you?" Jimin crossed his arms and glared at the male.

"He is not an idiot! He has a name." Jungkook raised his voice.

"As if I care-"

"Exactly! Then why are you holding me here with first aid in your hands trying to pry into my life when we agreed to not interfere in each other's business," Jungkook rose from his seat with tears building in his eyes and knuckles turning white with the pressure he applied over holding the edge of the table.

"I did say that," Jimin's face turned blank with his eyes fixed at his nervous feet, "I was just trying to have a conversation but I...just don't know how to...and my dad isn't making my life better. I guess, I understand you are busy," he gulped with his locks of hair falling over his nose hiding any emotions that he could show.

Jungkook pressed his lips as he tried to sink the information.

How selfish was it to not pick the hint?

He could have at least tried to ask the male.

How inconsiderate did he turn to make only his problems matter the most?

He slowly pushed his chair closer to Jimin's and sat over it now giving his full attention to the male, "What happened with your dad? Did he hurt you? I am sorry I should have been a bit more mindful."

"No, it's okay," Jimin sniffed back and wiped his tears, "It can be a lot sometimes, you see."

"Hey, you can tell me anything you want. I won't judge you, I promise." Jungkook insisted.

"No, I think you should leave. You were supposed to be somewhere. Didn't you?" Jimin broke into sobs with his hands wiping his tears.

"Bubs keeps blabbering about various things I have no clue about but I still listen to him. So, in a way I am a good listener, you see. Go ahead and try talking to me. Yeah?" Jungkook encouraged.

"My dad is an...alcoholic. Once he starts drinking there is no stop to it. He just forgets who he is and he just...he just," Jimin breathed heavily and felt a hand rub his back lightly as he continued, "he hits me. He loses his track and breaks everything that comes his way. He poses every fault in his life over me. He never gave me the freedom to choose anything for myself. He just...he was never there for me. Now, he broke into a huge mansion and stole a couple of things for his booze. He came to me to escape the police. So, I pulled out my pocket knife and killed him. He is lying there dead in my room and I want you to take the blame," Jimin cried loudly and clutched onto Jungkook's hands tightly.

"Huh?" Jungkook's skin turned pale as he heard Jimin's last words.

Jungkook gulped and looked at the slightly open door of Jimin's room. Before he could process any of it, he heard a few giggles with loud laughter following it.

"How could you fall for my drama twice, dude?" Jimin almost fell off his chair clutching onto his tummy.

"You...lied to me?"

"No! I just fooled the fool twice," Jimin banged his hand on the table as he tried to hold back his laughter.

"Well, that wasn't funny you know." Jungkook frowned.

"It is!"

"I trusted you," Jungkook replied in a serious tone.

Jimin locked his eyes with the male who sat before him, "why though?"

"Because you genuinely seemed hurt."

"Bullshit, baby. This is where you go wrong about people. The word genuine doesn't exist in humans. There is always a profit they expect in return. Opportunity is what everyone waits for, you knucklehead." Jimin smiled as he leaned over his chair still staring at Jungkook.

"It's not true..," Jungkook mumbled.

"Then let me ask you something. How did you get your son into the daycare?"

"Huh? Well...with the money you gave-"

"With a face like that, do you think I am going to buy the shit you are throwing at me?" Jimin pointed at Jungkook's bruised face.

"I presume I don't have to tell you that." Jungkook fired back.

"You cut a deal. Didn't you?" Jimin smirked and Jungkook's eyes blew wide.

"How...did you-"

"I was just testing and it is the case," Jimin smirked at the man as he placed his phone on the desk.

Jungkook's hands quickly picked up the phone to see a video of him getting beaten by the man at the daycare. The video was turning viral and likes increased every minute he watched the video.

"People had enough time to shoot the complete drama instead of calling the guards to stop the chaos. They were busy increasing their viewership and going live to relish your pain. World has changed so you should do too." Jimin stood up from his seat before walking behind Jungkook and whispering close to his ear, "Either treat your wounds and stand back up or pathetically wait for a cliche movie scene to occur in your life and someone to pull you out of this shitty mess. I don't care what happened with you or will happen in the future but do remember that I ain't coming to your rescue ever." With that being said he turned around to leave.

"Then why did you pay for the daycare?" Jungkook asked, not facing Jimin.

"I told you I haven't done anything without a profit. That dumbass is smart. So, consider it my long-term investment. I am going to extort loads of money once he grows up. I will leave both of you bankrupt."

"How nice of you to just blurt your foolproof plan to me." Jungkook chuckled.

"Don't take me lightly, bitch. I can be very bad." Jimin spoke in a low tone.

"Yeah." Jungkook laughed lightly before clicking the box open to apply some ointment over his wounds.

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He quickly rushed into his room and slammed the door behind his back. He slowly slid down to the floor with his cheeks burning red in embarrassment. He groaned in his palms and pulled his hair in frustration.

"Bad my ass! You were supposed to look intimidating. You created a fool out of yourself, Jimin!" He scolded himself as he rocked back and forth.

Ting!

Jimin stopped mumbling as he heard his phone's notification. He quickly swiped the screen to look at the message.

[You have a new message from Sperm Donor]

[Click]

Sperm Donor:

Fucker! I know you are seeing my messages. When are you sending the money? I raised you for a purpose freak. Payback for all I did. Send me money or I will slice your neck!

Jimin sighed and ignored the message. He was about to get lost in scrolling consistently through his Instagram but was interrupted by another message that was very intriguing to simply ignore.

[You have a new message from your buyer]

[Click]

Unknown user:

I suppose you have received the advance for the top. The following is the address to my house. I expect you to come in person and trade the top for the rest of the money. I will be informing the date for the meeting soon.


Jimin felt goosebumps erupt over his skin, "What's with this eerie feeling?" He said to himself before throwing his phone over the bed and lying on the floor like a starfish with his eyes fixed on the rotating fan and the cold air kissing his skin.

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"Sir, we have news!" One of the officers came rushing towards Namjoon.

"What is it?"

"We looked into the roommate of Park Ji Hyun, sir. It turned out to be his cousin. We did a background check and here are the details of it."

"Okay, what about others?" Namjoon asked as he looked through the names of others who were enlisted in the report.

"All clean, Sir. No moves yet." Another officer informed and saluted to show his respect.

"That's strange. He should have picked up his bait by now. It's either that or..," Namjoon's skin turned icy, "We have not included his target in our search!" He visibly panicked and quickly rushed towards his designated room to find the clues.

On the other hand, one of the officers stood in the dark behind a wall fixing his name tag and a smirk on his face, "He defines a pattern. He blends in their life you said. How right were you, Namjoon? Why do you think no one ever caught the killer?" He thought and stepped into the main discussion room with other officers.

"Hey, Kim Taehyung! Where were you? The chief is super angry right now. You better settle in your seat before he snaps at you." One officer informed him and pulled him towards a chair and seated him in the process.

Social media," A voice spoke up.

"So what?" Namjoon asked.

"Their profiles have a lot of audiences. All of them were highly active on their profiles before they went missing. I think that's the clue. That's the pattern," he spoke up boldly.

Namjoon smiled as the young man impressed him, "What's your name, young man?"

"Sir, my name is Kim Taehyung."




A/n:- Isn't bubs too adorable?

So, Jimin wasn't joking about his dad.

Why did he care to lend a first aid box to Jungkook in the first place?

Also, Jimin's buyer wants to meet.

SO KIM TAEHYUNG WAS THE OFFICER.

And they were targeting the wrong students all this while because of TAEHYUNG?

How will Namjoon catch the killer now that all his predictions went to water?

What will TAEHYUNG DO NOW?

LOVE YOU, KIDS

MADDIE🙂❤️

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