Don't Write off the Hero

"Now." Seokjin said roughly, his voice out of breath. Jimin could hear his own heartbeat pulse in his ears before a white noise overtook it in his mind at the sight of Jin. There was a bruise on his cheek and blood on his jaw. He had one hand pressing against a deep cut in his abdomen. Jimin shuddered, searching for a sign of Jungkook or Yoongi anywhere behind Seokjin but the door was shut. 

Taehyung mirrored the same wide-eyed look, though the source of his panic was the gun pointed at them and not the fact that their friends were God knows where. 

"Jimin." Seokjin said, putting the gun down to his side. His eyes were soft as he looked at him causing Jimin's entire body to warm involuntarily. Something in the back of his mind pushed him to trust those dark eyes. That smell, that rose coated scent, coated his nose and caused dreams to mix with reality. A month that scent had dominated his every thought, almost drowning him if it weren't for Jungkook showing up tonight. 

Jimin tried to fight it but his body relaxed at the sound of Seokjin's voice despite of himself. He dug his nails into his palms, forcing himself to think of what could have happened for Jungkook and Yoongi to fail at stopping Seokjin from getting this far into the office. If Seokjin was bleeding, then how bad of shape was Jungkook in? Yoongi? 

The thought scared him enough to snap out of the month worth of manipulation. Jimin's grasp tightened on the binder. There was enough incriminating data in there, personal accounts, confessions, that he could get Seokjin behind bars. It was the single most important thing Jimin had to leave SADA's building with - other than his friends of course. 

"Come now, baby. Stop this." Jin soothed, finger still brushing the trigger of the gun at his side. 

Jimin wanted to scream as his body fought to listen to Seokjin. It felt like there were hands ripping him apart, forcing him to loosen his grip on the binder. Sweat was coating the back of Jimin's neck as he turned to face an ashen Taehyung.

"What did you do to me?" Jimin cried at Taehyung, realizing his cheeks were wet. God he wanted to run to Seokjin. Wanted to kneel down by his side. Make him happy. Make him see Jimin was trying. He wanted Seokjin to crack him. To break him. To use him. He wanted - he wanted - he wanted - he - "Tae!" Jimin shouted, the month worth of drugs manipulating his mind hardened like an iron cage. His feet didn't feel like his own. Neither did his arms or his head or his heart. "What did you do!" Jimin screamed and Taehyung finally blinked at him.

His friend shook his head, taking a step back as if only just realizing the extent his hand in Jimin's manipulation had done. His head shook and shook and shook while Jimin screamed in pain, fighting the urge to run to Seokjin and beg his forgiveness. 

Seokjin smiled, walking up to Jimin with the gun still lose by his side. A cruel smile carved across his face, his stance regal like a king wearing a crown as his free hand cupped Jimin's cheek. Jimin whimpered, tears pooling from his eyes at the hot touch. 

Jimin bit down on his cheek, forcing himself to think of Jungkook to cut through the fog of his thoughts. Where was his fiancé? What had Seokjin done to him? Was he alive? He had to be. Jimin swallowed, clarity forcing itself behind his eyes. Jungkook had to be alive. They had so much left to do together still. To re-learn. Jungkook promised him they'd finish what they started back in the closet too - and Jimin would tear the world apart before Jungkook broke that promise. 

Jimin could remember the night when he left bid day back in college. The first night he refused the invitation and the members had let him leave before inviting him back the next day. Jimin could feel the burn that had shot through his muscles as he ran to Jungkook's house. Jungkook was already on the front door, pacing. Their eyes had locked and for a moment the world had stopped turning as Jungkook's eyes went wide. Jimin gave a small nod that was followed by a burst of a smile and Jimin running into Jungkook's open arms, practically tackling the boy to the ground. It was the last moment they got to stay kids together, before everything exploded around them. 

"Are you sure?" Jungkook had asked then. "You chose me?"

Jimin had laughed so hard it hurt his lungs as he kissed the boy over and over again. 

That memory was real. That love he had for Jungkook was reality, not whatever Taehyung and Seokjin had done to make his body respond to the SADA leader. 

Jimin swallowed, eyeing the gun so close to him. 

Seokjin moved, grabbing the binder out of Jimin's hands. "Now, with that taken care of-" Seokjin raised the gun and pointed at Taehyung. "I don't take kindly to betrayal, Taehyung."

"No!" Jimin screamed and despite his body wanted to stay down as it was, he launched himself into Seokjin causing the bullet to misfire into the room. Taehyung shook, jumping down on the ground covering his head. His eyes went wide, connecting with Jimin's. Jimin gave him a small nod before Seokjin screamed underneath him. 

"Tae! The binder!" Jimin screamed, kicking the black thing across the room as he struggled to grab the gun before Seokjin could try and fire again. He swallowed, doing his best not to throw up, before he pressed his entire weight down on Seokjin's exposed cut on his side. Blood gushed under Jimin's palm, and he heard the older man hurl over in pain. 

"Go!" Jimin yelled and Taehyung ran, grabbing the binder up from the floor. "Find Jungkook! Get that to the police!"

"Jimin-"

"Now!"

Taehyung swallowed, watching Jimin struggle to keep Seokjin pinned on the floor before giving his friend a nod and running to the office door. 

Seokjin's hand twitched and he reached for the barrel of the gun a foot away from him on the floor. He managed to inch it back into his grip while Jimin was distracted. 

"Enough!" Seokjin roared before a shot went off. 

Though it wasn't from Seokjin's gun. 

At the front door there was a man in a dark, heavy winter coat. He had a beard covering the bottom part of his dirty face and ripped gloves covering his hands. 

"Sorry I'm a little late." Jung Hoseok said as Jimin watched Seokjin slump down, his leg starting to bloom with blood where a gunshot wound sunk into his skin, causing him to begin to bleed out on the marble floor. 

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A/N:

hehe double update today for you loves, sorry this one is so short but I matched it with the chapter above so that the update didn't feel cheated <3

- Vio