Chapter Thirty-Seven
Two Can Play That Game
"Do you have a key?" Jimin asked as he and Taehyung split off towards Seokjin's office on the second floor. The music in the ballroom chased them as a ghost would, looming quietly behind them with each step.
Taehyung dug through his pocket, pulling out a small gold key and waving it. "Seokjin finally trusted me enough to give me one."
"Because you hated me."
"You did try to murder me."
"Touché." Jimin said lightheartedly, but felt sweat on the back of his neck. It wouldn't be long before Seokjin would start searching for them. He hoped whatever Jungkook and Yoongi planned to do to distract him would work - they just needed to get in and find those binders before getting out.
"Where does he keep it? The binder?" Jimin asked, trying to focus. Taehyung frowned shrugging and Jimin nearly lost it.
"You don't know?" Jimin huffed.
"I haven't seen it since we brought you here, Jimin. I just know it exists." Taehyung said, lingering by the door to keep a look out in case something went wrong on Jungkook and Yoongi's end.
"His desk." Jimin said as they walked into the room. Jimin felt a chill down his spine as he took it in, seeing the large space for the first time again since he got here.
"What?" Taehyung blinked.
"If he was obsessed over me, he'd keep the information somewhere within reach. Somewhere he can easily grab. It has to be in his desk."
"Any luck?"
"No, it's locked but-" Jimin grabbed a pen from the top of the desk and got down on the floor. He unscrewed the top from the plastic casing of the pen, revealing a very thin tube holding the black ink and a thin wire wrapping around it. He separated both parts and started to try and pick the lock of the bottom drawer before a slab of wood under Seojin's desk caught his eye. It was painted black to match the marble of the desk but slanted just the smallest bit.
Jimin dropped his tools and pushed his palm against the wooden slab instead, pressing it upward. His heart raced in his chest. There was a small creak and then a click as the slab gave way and slid down, a hidden compartment revealed above it where a black binder was placed. It's edges were worn and the spine curved inward.
He couldn't breathe as he looked up from the desk to Taehyung who was biting his nail as he paced. His friend stopped, brows flicking upward and Jimin gave him a nod and pulled the binder out, dropping it on the desk.
"Jimin, you don't have to look through that." Taehyung said from where he stood, biting his lip.
Jimin ignored him, hands shaking as he opened the binder's cover to the first page. A shiver ran down his spine as he took the contents of it it. There was a collage of photos of him from freshman year of college. A photo of his private audition, waiting to go on stage. A photo next to Taehyung, walking down campus. A photo of Jimin and Jungkook talking outside Jimin's door before bid day.
He turned the page to more photos.
There was a photo of Jungkook tied to a chair, his face scratched out by a coin. Jimin brushed his thumb against Jungkook's frame, that night clear in his head now that all his memories had returned to him.
The page following was a personal account. The ink was messy, angry like Seokjin was trying to slash through the paper. He wrote about Jimin betraying them. How Seokjin should have shot both Jungkook and Taehyung and thrown away Jimin's choice in the first place. Like the idea that Jimin wouldn't join SADA hadn't even occurred to him in the first place.
The next page was a detailed account of drugs that could be used to mess with Jimin's mind. This one was different than the previous scribbled accounts. It was completely typed up, meticualously researched with bullet points under each drug with the price, where to purchase it, the effects and how often they'd need to be dosed.
Jimin was shaking. "Did you type this?" He asked, staring at Taehyung and suddenly his back felt very, very cold. There wasn't enough space between him and Taehyung in the room. Jimin glanced at the door, the door Taehyung was much closer to, and wondered how long it'd take Jimin to run through it. Could he take Taehyung in a fight if it came to it?
"You trusted us pretty fast." Jimin added, carefully flipping the next page without taking his eyes fully off Taehyung. It had the locations of famous opera houses in Seoul and their productions next year. Each role had already been chosen for Jimin by Seokjin. As if he knew Jimin would come back. That somehow he'd have the boy back under his thumb.
Jimin's head spun. Taehyung was barely moving, eyes glancing between Jimin and the binder.
"Yes. I typed the report." Taehyung replied.
Something in Jimin cracked, then. He thought back to the first time Taehyung and him had played video games back in their shared dorm all those years ago, before they even knew SADA existed, and how easy it was for them to laugh together then. Kids, really, is what they were. He stared at Taehyung now, a full grown man with sharp features, built muscles, and years in his eyes, and Jimin grieved for them both. So much lost in what felt like both a second and a lifetime between freshmen year of college and now.
"So you didn't just know about this," Jimin said, swallowing, "but helped create it."
Jimin closed the binder, sliding it under his arm.
Taehyung's features softened, air leaving his lungs in a long sigh. "You left me, Jimin." Taehyung said. "I couldn't care less what happened to you. You were dead to me when you left SADA without looking back. Fuck, you even dropped out of school to run from us. Jimin you chose to kill me, after that I did anything Seokjin wanted when it came to fucking with you. I don't know why it's a surprise I had a hand in all of this, but I'm helping you now, aren't I?"
"We were kids!" Jimin sobbed out, his hand firm on the binder. "I thought you died!"
Taehyung was silent for a moment, licking his lips. "Jimin. I will get you out of here. That wasn't a lie. But I can't pretend that I didn't want to hurt you back."
Jimin thought he'd start laughing. Who was this person standing in front of him? Who could he trust?
"Jimin. We're even. I won't hurt you anymore, please stop looking at me like I'm about to kill you."
Jimin actually did laugh then. But the sound died fast as the front door to Seokjin's office flew open.
They'd been in the office too long.
Taehyung swallowed, turning to grab Jimin and force their way through the door, aiming to run, before a bloodied, disheveled Kim Seokjin pulled a gun on them both. His teeth were bloodied and his tie was askew, his mask nowhere in sight. There was a slash of a knife down his chest that was soaking blood through the fabirc.
Seokjin smiled, his eyes crazed. His grin grew wide enough to rip past Seokjin's skin as he looked down at the binder held in Jimin's hands.
"Now now boys," Seokjin said, clicking the safety out of place, "you've had your fun tonight. Now it's time for me to have mine."
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A/N:
Hehe happy bloody new year 🍻
- Vio
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