Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS
Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language ,smut, light fluff, heavy angst.
Summary: One peaceful night, Yoongi receives a strange phone call from his best friend that he’s been in love with since for awhile now. Only to get a bad news of some sort of weird outbreak that is currently spreading throughout their country. Despite the panic and terrifying encounters with an infected, lies a deep secret that revolves around them. A burden that they were force to carry as a child, through sufferings and their strong bond of love, they both seeks answers for the truth with nothing but their past to move forward and survive the dead world with six more friends that they could trust their life with.
Black clouds sprawl across the sky, dark and low with ominous red clouds. The wind picked up, howling and warning. Baying like a wolf into the night and Jimin still stood in front of his grandma's grave.
Just staring at it with unshed tears, the ache he used to feel before his grandma had breathe out her final breath and closing her eyes, are now numb and dulled. The tears had never came to him, d espite feeling the emptiness in his heart, the hole it leaves him. He just couldn't bring the tears out.
If only he could, it would have felt much more better. It would make him a little at ease but instead, the pain was too much for him. The only thing he could was stay rooted in front of his grandma's grave and staring ahead at nothing but emptiness.
The first crack of lightning had startled him a little, makes him finally snap out of it and aware of his surroundings.
He was alone. He felt alone now that his grandma had left him. She was everything to him, she treats him with so much love, always taking care of him unlike his mother. Jimin doesn't know where the hell his father was. Not that he cared.
it had always been him and his grandma. His mother had run off somewhere and leaving him at his grandma's doorstep when he was at the age of three. Claiming that she couldn't handle the little devil anymore and thus Jimin stayed with his grandma and loves her more than anyone else ever since.
Because unlike his mother and father who'd bailed on him, his grandma was nothing but affectionate. Always staring at him with eyes that's full of fondness and love. But now, Jimin doesn't know what to feel anymore when his grandma had passed away.
He was only six years old now, what would happen to him now that he's alone and no one seems to care about him. None of his parents had come for the funeral, save for the people at church and a few of his grandma's friends that came.
Another sound of cracking lightning rent the air, Jimin looks up at the sky. Its dark and gloomy, just like how he felt. Soon the rain fell, slow to start and then splattering heavily on green grass, soaking his clothes along and J imin let it. - embrace it like he'd become one with the rain.
That's when he felt an aching tug on his heart, his lips wobbles, throat suddenly dry and the lump slowly rises. His fingers that was on his sides twitches and his whole entire body trembles. He could feel his eyes stings. Jimin didn’t know how or why now but everything he's feeling just overwhelm him so much at the memories of his grandma and the warmth she gave out, was the final stage of his own heart shattering to million pieces.
Jimin burst out crying, balling his eyes out. Wails like a lost puppy and sank down to his knees, face tilt up against the sky. If anyone saw him now, they wouldn't know he was crying. People would just assume he was just mourning in the rain.
He remembers the day his grandma was lying on the hospital bed the day before today, weakly smiling at him and petting his head to comfort him. " Jiminnie , sweetie. It's okay to cry about it. It's unhealthy to keep it all in here," she pointed weakly at his heart, still smiling warmly at him. "death, not a bad thing y'know . It doesn't hurt at all and even if I'm gone, I'll always be up there watching over you and praying for you."
Jimin felt his heart ache at her words but remain silent and gritted his teeth, trying his best to school his expression and nodded stiffly. His grandma sighs, " y'know , sometimes I wish that you would be more expressive rather than keeping everything hold up in there." She pauses to cough out blood and Jimin panics, quickly grabbing a tissue and pass it to her. She took it and wipe it off her lips, still smiling. Jimin furrow his brows upon seeing his grandma's bloodied teeth but said nothing in return.
His grandma watches him intently, studying his features even though Jimin had a straight face the entire time of living with her. His grandma just understands him and know him so well, she could read him like an open-book. Nothing ever escapes her observation.
Jimin stood up from the chair he was sitting at while his grandma shifted on the bed to make a small space for his small body to fit and Jimin climbed next to her. She pulls him in a hug with Jimin's head resting on her chest. Fingers carding through his hair soothingly and she planted a kiss on the crown of Jimin's head.
They stay like that for almost half an hour, just cuddling while his grandma patted his back a few times. Jimin almost fall asleep next to her when she suddenly spoke, " Jiminnie ?"
" hm ?" Jimin answers sleepily, looking up at her.
"when I'm gone and you're all alone, things gonna get tough from now onwards and I want you to be strong for me. I know it's easier said than done but I want you to try okay?" She says as her voice became weaker as time goes by and her eyes was slowly losing the light it once had and Jimin knew its time.
"okay grandma. I will, for you." Jimin promised. His grandma smiles fondly, stroking his chubby cheeks with her thumb and kisses his forehead.
"and I want you to know that, you're never gonna be alone. When the time comes for you, I promise you that you'll meet someone in your life that would loves you more than anything in the world could afford to give. - someday, you'll learn to forget the pain it once brought upon you and you'll smile again. I'll assure you of that. But for now, never give up without a fight and never lose hope."
Jimin nodded, closing his eyes for a brief moment, preparing himself when he felt the hold of her hands on his body slowly loosen up. "Grandma loves you, Jiminnie ."
And then she's gone. Her hands fall lifeless and Jimin's eyes snap open. He looked at her already closed eyes, she had a small smile on her lips and her face was peaceful but still Jimin didn't cry despite the lost.
Now though, Jimin was balling his eyes out, kneeling in front of her grave while the heavy rain soaked him up.
"I love you too grandma. So much." He whispered to himself, knowing full well that there's no one else but him now. All he felt was the ache and the empty hole in his heart.
Her last words echoing in his mind.
Jimin wishes whatever his grandma told him would come sooner, he felt so empty now that he desperately feels the need to fill the gap in his heart. Jimin would gladly welcome anyone right now and embrace him with warmth that he almost missed the soft hesitance voice that was calling out his name.
Jimin sniffles and turn to look behind his shoulders. His eyes widened, shocked. He's definitely not expecting to see his mother of all people to be here. Wearing a black dress and holding an umbrella with teary eyes.
He wonders if he's hallucinating, because why would his mother showed up, pretending to be all sad and teary when she has never ever cared to visit his grandma or let alone check up on him at all. Something just doesn't seem right but deep down, Jimin still hopes that somewhere in that cold heart of his mother, that she'd still love him despite the hatred she had in her eyes whenever she looked at him.
Jimin's hopes came crashing down when her eyes became hard, her lips forms into a thin line and there's a deep frown on her face. The hatred still evident despite the tears brimming in her eyes . It makes him wonder why and what did he did wrong to even deserve so much hate from his own mother .
"gosh, you look so much like him now that you're older. Why? I hate you for this." Jimin's mother suddenly spoke, all the tears gone and all that's left was pure hatred. "I thought if I came back for you, I could love you but now that I've seen you, I don't think I could ever love you." She spat, her voice cold and void of emotions .
Because he looks just like his father. The man that promised to marry her but left on the day of their wedding for another woman. Jimin's mother was already pregnant with him at the time.
Yeah, Jimin knew about it from his grandma but he didn’t know his mother hated him for having a face that's similar to his father. He is in fact the son of both his parents.
Jimin felt more tears coming out of his eyes now. The pain of losing his grandma and being denied cruelly of any loves or affections that he craves so much from his own mother, was too much for his young heart to cope.
He wished he could just disappear and never been born to this cruel reality of a world. Jimin wanted to scream at her, telling her that he didn't asked for any of this except for her love in returned but Jimin knew nothing would ever change the fact that his mother hated him. The only thing he could do now was asked her, "why are you here if you don't love me?"
Jimin's mother scoffed, "as if I wanted to be here at all. - "
That, of course fucking hurts him but Jimin remain stoic. Trying his best to control his facial expression despite the tears. A part of him was glad it was raining heavily and the sniffles could easily be covered up as to feeling cold for being too long in the downpour.
"I'm here because I am sending you elsewhere since my mum is gone and before the orphanage could come barreling on my doorstep and pressing me charges for mistreating my own son. I'd rather send you away myself than have to deal with that face of your father in you every single day of my life." His mother continues, voice cold as ice. Not a single sympathy was evident, just none.
Jimin's lips wobbles, every word that came out from his mother broke his heart more as time passes. It wasn't supposed to hurt this badly, he thought he was well prepare and had become immune to the harshness of it but nothing beats it like a slap to his face.
"w-why?" Jimin mumbles, averting his eyes away to look at his grandma's grave again. His back facing his mother. "why do you even bother to send me away when you don't want me. - you s-should just go and leave me be. Let me suffer on my own."
His mother chuckles, the sound of it sending shivers to Jimin's body. "oh, trust me Jiminnie -"
"Don't call me by that name!" Jimin suddenly shouted, cutting his mother off. He turns around to face his mother and his heart ache. If only she knew, if only she would stop projecting her hatred for his father towards him and just look at Jimin properly. Nothing about him resembles his father, all of his features are identical with his mother. Jimin's grandma was right, his mother was too blinded by her own guilt and hatred that she couldn't even notice how Jimin's eyes was the same as her, their lips and even their laughter was identical.
It's sad that there's really nothing Jimin could do to change it. "you don't have any rights to call me by that name." Jimin whispers, his voice wavers slightly.
"whatever." His mother shrugs, unfazed by Jimin's outburst. "I don't care what happens to you anyway. But I'm here because I needed money. - like it or not, you don't have a choice."
Jimin was taken aback, why would she come here for money? He was just a kid, what could a kid like him even do to give her money except to start begging on the streets. Jimin's mother seems to notice his confusion by the way he furrows his brows. She took a step closer to him and for a split moment, Jimin notice a flash of longing in her eyes and then it's gone. - empty and cold.
"w-what you mean mu- I do have a choice. I am my own person, I could make my own decision."
" No, you don't." She says matter-of-factly. "I already sold you off. Like it or not, you're no longer my son Park Jimin."
Just as his mother said this, the lightning cracking loudly in the sky as if it disagrees with everything his mother had just told him. Jimin stood frozen to the ground, eyes unblinking. His brain was trying so hard to process everything that's happening at once but the only thing Jimin could manage to get out of his lips was a faint "how could you." But his mother remains calm when Jimin started screaming those same words at her repeatedly.
How could she. Jimin was devastated and broken but despite everything that makes his heart shatters, one thing remains strong in his heart.
His grandma's last words.
And Jimin let his faith decides for him.
Jimin was brought in to the Institute of genetics, where his mother had sold him off to be a lab rat. Jimin didn't realized what was happening until he step foot in the huge thirteen story building with his mother next to him. Noticing the intimidating aura immediately.
Everyone in the building was wearing a white coat with a lanyard of their photo IDs on it. He was surrounded by white walls everywhere and huge wall to ceiling glass windows. It looks just like an ordinary hospital. But that’s not what terrifies him the most, what does terrify him was the amount of securities in the building, each carrying big guns over their shoulder. Eyes glaring at anyone who deem suspicious enough to shoot.
What the hell is this place, Jimin wonder to himself.
His mother leads him to a counter, a lady siting behind was busily typing away on her computer to even notice their presence. His mother clears her throat and the lady – Sunmi , her nametag reads, looks up from her screen.
"Yes? How may I help you?" Sunmi asked with a fake politeness to her tone.
Jimin was surprise that his mother had notice the tone too when she rolled her eyes at Sunmi . "cut the crap, you don't have to act in front of me. - anyway, I'm here to meet Mr. Kim. "
Sunmi glares at her and then her eyes shift towards Jimin. Sunmi's eyes lit up and she smiles warmly at him, all the feigning of politeness was gone. Replace by sincerely genuine demeanor . "aww, you're so cute. What can I do for a cute adorable young boy like you?" She coos at Jimin, leaning her body on the counter to pinch his cheeks, "What's your name baby boy?"
Jimin's gaze shift to his mother. Eyes glaring at him and daring him to answer but Jimin looks away, back to sunmi's blue contacts eyes. She was still smiling brightly at him, making his cheeks turn rosy.
"Park Jimin." Jimin answers shyly.
Sunmi nods, still smiling. "alright minnie ~" She singsongs, leaning back against her chair and typing something on her computer. "Found it!" She stood up from her desk and going around it towards Jimin. Unlike the others, she wasn't wearing any white coat. She wears a simple white blouse and a tight black pencil skirt, the length just above her knees with a pair of black heels.
Sunmi kneels in front of Jimin to reach his eye level. She smiles up at him with apologetic eyes, "You're such a cute thing," she took both of Jimin's small hands in her. "how can someone not love you and sold you off. She must be a very heartless pitiful bitch to do that to someone as adorable as you, baby."
Sunmin words stings a little but Jimin knew that her words weren't directed at him personally. It still hurts though. Jimin averts his eyes, mumbling a soft - "She hates me." But Sunmi smiles didn't falters, she rubs soothing circles on the back of his small hands. She suddenly kisses him on the forehead and nods once before straightening up to face Jimin's mother.
"Mrs. Park, I take it that you've agree and read all the terms and condition of handing over your son full custody to the Institute – Yes? No?" Sunmi spoke with professionalism, her eyes hard as if she's having a difficulty to understand Jimin's mother's decision.
Jimin's mother nodded. "very well then, I take it that you're aware that your son will no longer be yours anymore as he will now belong to the institute and you're no long er authorized to see him nor make any contacts of communication with one another."
Jimin's mother shrug nonchalantly, "I don't even care what happens to him. He's already dead in my eyes. - what I want is to sign those goddamn papers and get the money Mr. Kim promises and get the hell out of here. Whatever these people do to him is not of my concern."
Jimin's shoulders slumped, his fist clenched. H e tries his best to remain stoic but no matter how many times he had heard those hurtful words, it just doesn't seem to hurt him less. The wound in his heart keeps reaping each time his mother spats hateful remarks about him. It makes him feel unwanted and useless. Why was he even born in the first place?
Sunmi's eyes became hard, she glances at Jimin's pitiful state and can't help feeling furious for him. To her, Jimin's just a kid and to be treated with such hateful words at a young age would only broke him even more especially of what he's going to go through being a lab rat for the institute. Sunmi shouldn't have felt this way towards a soon-to-be subject. In fact, all the subjects in the building were kids, but something in this boy had moved her, the need to protect him from harm was so strong but there's nothing she could do to help him.
"Alright then, if you follow me. I'll let you sign those papers and be on your way."
Everything was dark and silent – morning seem like night and night seem like morning. There's really no in between, none of which Jimin could have known of, being trapped within nothing but four bricks of white walls with no knowledge of the outside world. The only thing he could hear was the echoes of painful screams, vibrating against the soundproof walls.
Jimin sits in a corner like a ball, knees pulled against his chest with his head buried in between them. Rocking his body back and forth, suppressing the shudders and fears from just being able to hear the loud screeching screams. It's been two years now, staying in the institute. At first, when he first came, everyone seems to treat him nicely but just as soon as he gets his hopes up, everything just came crashing down.
He didn't know how and why, was he here. No, he did know why he was here. His mother had sold him to these people. Yeah, Jimin means nothing to her, he was good as dead in her eyes anyways. The only thing he knows now, he was scared and alone.
Whimpering every time, he's awake on the hard and cold concrete floors with nothing but a pants. He just wishes he could escape this hellhole, nothing about being brought here was anything of a heaven field, he should have known better, that all those promises and hope were lies, he's just a tool; a mistake. Abandoned and thrown away – unwanted and worthless, just like how he wasn't loved by his own parents.
Jimin remembers the first time he met Mr. Kim, the man was tall and lanky with an intimidating aura around him that screams authority. But the man was nonetheless polite and gentle towards him. But sadly, Jimin only interacted with him once, even Sunmi wasn't around anymore and the next thing he knew, he was being lead to the basement on the third week of his stay.
By the fourth week, Jimin was being handle roughly. Shoving and pushed around like a ragdoll. Being strapped with leather restrains on a bed and all kinds of liquids were injected in his system. Everything was just a mess and there's really nothing Jimin could do about it.
Now, Jimin turns eight and was soundly asleep when he’s startled awake by the loud rattles of keys and the sound of metal scrapping against the concrete wall with a screeching noise that causes his body to tense and shivered of what’s coming. Heavy footsteps pounded against the floor and he brace himself when a tall figure stood in front of the gate that confines him in – a wide sickening grin greeting him. - Samuel
“your turn is up kiddo, c’on don’t make me drag you up your damn ass.”
Jimin flinched at the amount of venom being spat and without any fight, he struggles to get on his feet. The injuries and bruises he had the night before, throbs painfully. Samuel has had his enjoyed time with Jimin's body last night and now he's coming for more. Jimin felt helpless and hopeless at the same time even though the pain in his ass was almost gone now – only faint scars and a few more bruises remained, but he’d still felt the dull throbs in his bones.
Jimin felt sick knowing that this man enjoys it despite Jimin being at an illegal age for such activities. He felt dirty. Every inch on his skin felt like it was burning.
After what it seems like eternity, he finally manages to stand and Samuel barely waits for him to balance himself on his wobbly knees when Samuel grabbed his arm with a tight grip and yanking him forward, causing his body to stagger and falls on his knees.
“ tch . Why do they even bother with weaklings like you anyway? C’on we don’t have time for this. Stand the fuck up you little brat!”
Jimin cowers, “I’m s-sorry!”
“I don’t need your fucking apology brat! What I want is for you to fucking stand up and get this over with so that I could have my own sweet fucking time with you. Do you understand?!”
Jimin winces when he felt Samuel grope his ass cheeks as he stood up and nodded silently but every muscle in his body suddenly stop functioning and he felt numb all over, even if he tries to move, he can’t. He couldn’t feel it and he felt a shiver run through his spine as a dark menacing shadow hovers above his small frame.
Jimin looks up and dark black eyes glaring daggers at him with an impatient tapping of his boots, arms crossed.
“what the fuck are you waiting for!” Samuel’s voice echoes loudly as he shouted.
“I-I can’t f-feel my l-legs” he mumbled and winces when Samuel groans furiously.
“are you saying that, that’s my fucking problem?!”
Without thinking he instinctively nods his head and flinches when a large hand grabbed his neck and pull him up like a ragdoll. Jimin clutches on Samuel’s wrist, struggling to get free when he tightens his grip, constricting all air in Jimin's lungs.
“how fucking dares, you! You’re just a fucking kid! A fucking brat and you dare to degrade me?!”
“I’m s-sorry!” he manages to choke out but the hand on his neck tighten even more.
“what? You’re sorry? Your damn right you are brat. Because now I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson – a punishment that’s well suited for a piece of shit like you!”
Jimin didn’t have any time to react when he felt his small body hit the wall and shove against the floor, a sharp pain in his abdomen and he felt a heavy body hovers above him, stripping his pants off. Jimin felt tears pooling in his eyes. He could feel strong hands roughly groping his flesh, fingers harshly penetrating in his hole. Wet lips sucking on his neck and nibbling roughly on his nipples. Jimin remains quiet the entire time, no reactions whatsover .
He felt lifeless just like a doll when something big enters roughly in him. Thrusting harshly without a care of how Jimin would have felt. Jimin himself doesn't know what to make off of this. All he could do was cry in silent plead for anything to happen to make everything stop. To make the pain go away and maybe just disappear.
Jimin was slowly losing consciousness from the strained his body is going through when suddenly the siren started blaring loudly, alerting a threat was in the vicinity, orders being shouted across the hallways which then, followed by running feet echoing loudly in the building and everything else became dark as he lost consciousness.
Heavy footsteps stomping around the blazing siren was what wakes Jimin up. He blinks, feeling slightly lightheaded and his vision was blurry. Jimin sat up, noticing that the s ecurities were running around the buildings, a few sergeants were shouting orders for their men to move and prepare themselves.
To what, he doesn't know. But all men are now carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders with protective armor on their bodies. He stayed rooted in the corner of his new cell, listening with curious wide eyes of what's happening around him and that's when he first heard a gun being shot which followed by loud curses and screaming.
"Fuck! Where's professor min?! - Someone, get him down here now and that Park boy!"
Another gunshot was heard and he wince at how loud it was. "No! Fucking stay away from me, you freaking monster!"
He's startled when there's a body being shove against the door of his cell with a loud thud and the sound that came with it after. Definitely too eerie for his liking, making his skin scrawl and the hairs stand. The sound of growling and clicking of teeth was too damn terrifying for him to even move a muscle. His breath hitches when there's a thud against his cell door for a few times and the scratching of nails on it. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest.
Whatever was out there right now, if it gets in. That's it. It's the end of him. Because whatever is out there will devour him just like everyone out there that was fighting for their life with a weapon. And him? He's alone and stuck here for all he knows and whatever that's going to happen to him next would be his fate. Because he knew it from the start that there's no way he would survive this in the first place. Especially in this hellhole.
The thudding and thrashing against his cell door stop. His gaze fix on that said door, just waiting for whatever that's out there to come bursting through it. Because that door won't be holding out any longer to keep him safe. So, when it became silence for too damn long, he decides that it's probably time for him to get up and prepare himself for the worst. With every ounce of courage and self-perseverance of the pain that courses through his entire body from the cuts and bruises, he willed himself to stand, bracing himself against the walls for support with shaking legs. His gaze never leaving the door.
He moves slowly with trembling legs and gritted his teeth at the intense pain that it causes. Swallowing hard and licking his lips to wet the dryness out of it. Something about the sudden quietness from the outside was nagging at him. Deep in his gut, he knew something was off. By the time he reaches a foot away from the door, he takes a peek through the small glass window on it. Eyes squinting and peering out. He tilts his head slightly so that he could get a better view of his surrounding from the inside but what he sees had him frozen to the ground.
Bodies were scattered around, bloods splattered everywhere and limbs detached while intestines also were torn off from the already dead bodies. He noticed someone was screaming and thrashing weakly against something, wailing out in pain with someone or something that's crouched over his body and was actually ripping the flesh out, devouring it.
He flinched and took a step back when that 'something' pauses, its head titling upwards as if smelling the air. The lights suddenly flicker and shutting off entirely, leaving the whole corridors in darkness. After a few moments the lights came back to life, lighting the room brightly and that's when he noticed that the 'something' is now gone. The soldier's body was a mess of blood and missing organs.
His heart was beating so loudly and fast that he swears anyone could've heard it too. He breathes in slowly, trying to calm his ranging heart and started to take a step forward when suddenly a face appeared in front of him. Knocking its head on the glass window of his door. Snarling and baring its teeth. Bloods smearing on the glass as it hit its head on it. The flesh, rotten and decayed. Eyes white and its teeth were coated with green and red. It was hideous to be honest and it makes his stomach swirl with sickness. He felt like throwing up. He could even smell that thing despite the barrier of the door between them.
The smell was even worse than a dead decay corpse itself. He wonders what was actually happening right now and how can this even be happening. Will escaping even be possible for him right now? Will he manage to survive this?
But before Jimin could come up with a plan for his escape, that 'thing' thrashes against the door. So hard that the door rattles. Panic started to rise in him, now that he remembers that 'thing' is out there and there's probably more of it if that 'thing' could manage to wipe out the entire soldiers within a second. Not to mention, someone dead had just risen to be just like that 'thing', which is what he's witnessing in front of him right now. How is he gonna escape in the first place without getting through that 'thing'.
That 'thing' that is now thrashing on his cell's door, not one but four. Snarling and clicking its teeth hungrily through the glass window.
Fuck. He is definitely fucked.
The door definitely isn't going to last much longer either at this rate. Just when Jimin's about to take a cautious step back, one of the 'thing' falls to the ground, spluttering blood out of its head.
Another, falls after the first one and then another. One by one was shot in the head. But there wasn't any sound of a gunshot whatsoever.
Jimin's breath hitch. Noticing that his cell's door is now ajar from the thrashing of that 'thing'.
It's broken. He can't hide anymore. There's nothing to protect him now. What if that 'thing' came at him again? What if-
A figure appeared in front of him so suddenly that he screams.
And Jimin immediately shuts his mouth. The sound of his screams swallowed up in his throat, making the sudden silence of the room deafening.
"fuck, look what you've done now." The man tilts his head as if listening for something and then he continues speaking, " tch , this is such a pain in the ass." His tone wasn't even close to being annoyed, in fact, he seems amused.
Jimin takes that opportunity to take a step back and take in the man's sudden appearance. He's wearing a black long coat with its hood covering over his head. His white pale neck, showing against the hood of his black coat. His long fingers curled on the rim of the gun he was holding with a silencer attached to it. No wonder Jimin couldn't hear any gunshot being shot earlier. The man shifts on his feet, and he notices there's a few more weapons attached to his waist and around his thighs.
Whoever this man is, he came prepared. And with a mission to accomplished.
Jimin remained speechless for a moment, just eyeing the man standing in front of him. Wondering if this man would be his savior or-
"Look kid, I know what you're thinking." The man spoke suddenly that it startled Jimin a little at how loud the man's voice sounded against the silence in the room. Jimin looked up, gazing straight at the man's eyes. The man's face was unreadable but he continued speaking again after, knowing he wouldn't get any responses from Jimin.
"I would love to tell you what's up but we got no time to spare. They are coming. And we need to get out fast if you wanna survive this hellhole and stick your ass as close as possible and remain quiet at all times next to me." The man pauses for a moment as if to think but end up shrugging at him. Turning to walk away back to where he'd came from. Jimin remain rooted to the ground.
The man took a few steps forward and pauses, glancing behind his shoulder to look at Jimin.
Jimin hesitates for a moment. Wondering whether if it’s the right decision for him to follow this stranger or to remain here and let himself die like how fate had planned for him in the first place. He gazes down towards his bare feet and frown. Biting his lips as he contemplates everything, the worst that might've happened or the chances that he could probably survive this if he follows the man's lead was too overwhelming.
Jimin finally looks up. The man was staring at him with unreadable dark eyes and suddenly the man was smiling at him. All gums and teeth. For a moment, it took him by surprise at how it makes his heart swells with warmth and somehow it calms his raging heart. Jimin's own lips started to twitch, a hint of his own smile appearing on his face at the sight of it.
Before he could do anything else or nod his head in agreement, the man shrugs off his coat and throwing it at him. Jimin catches it with both hands, staring down at the coat in confusion.
"You can have it kid. It's freezing out there." He looks up at the man, Jimin knew that wasn't the case. His body was literally covered with all kinds of bruises and marks. The sights must've been too much for a stranger to bare. Nonetheless Jimin was grateful at the kindness. The man turned his back to Jimin, taking a step and pauses, turning his head sideways with his gummy smile still visible.
Jimin smiles in earnest at the man. Shrugging the coat on his shoulders and pull up the hood, zipping it up to cover his bare body. He walked up next to the man, still smiling with pearly white teeth at the man next to him. And for the first time in his entire life being locked up in the cell.
Jimin could trust this man with his life. And for the first time, he spoke. His voice came out soft like a whisper but that made the man smile even wider if that's possible and he winked at him.
"how do you know my name?" Jimin asked, trying his best to ignore the pet name his grandma used to call him by but Jihun simply smiles at him.
"can you walk?" Jihun asked in returned.
"okay Jiminnie , I know you have a lot of questions for me right now and I know you shouldn't trust me but I need you to trust me. Because if you don't we can't help you."
Jimin was confused. He does have a lot of questions, "'we'?"
Jihun nodded. "I'm not alone. I came with the others. - that’s not the point."
"then what's the point?" Jimin knows he sounds bratty right now but he can't help it. Everything was so confusing as hell.
Jihun laughs airily, "I like you kid, you're definitely something else. No wonder Jung was so desperate to get his hands on you."
Before Jimin could ask another question, Jihun continues speaking. "do you know how to shoot?"
Jimin nodded. Of course, he does. Other than being strapped to the bed and being injected by chemicals, he was also trained by these people to shoot. Testing his reflexivity and other bunch of other things, which Jimin finds it ridiculously uncalled for unless the institute was planning to create an army.
Jihun reaches around his back and pull out a magnum gun, "Take this. Since you could barely walk, I'm going to carry you. I'll clear the path but you need to watch my back."
Jimin nods, taking the gun and Jihun crouches in front of him so that Jimin could climb on his back.
Somehow, they managed to escape the building that was crowded with undead walking corpse. How that came to be? Jimin had no answers for it except maybe for Jihun but everything was happening so fast at such a short period of time, Jimin had troubles coping with it, especially when the building blows up a few seconds after they got out.
The entire ride in Jihun's car, Jimin remains mute. Not daring to question anything or perhaps his mind is starting to feel hazy but that doesn't stop Jihun from talking to him.
"How are you feeling now, Jiminnie ?"
Jimin shrugs, "I don't know what to feel anymore."
Just then Jihun's phone started ringing and he press the green button and turning it to speaker mode.
Jimin perks up at the voice of a young boy coming from the speakers. Jihun notices and smiles at Jimin, fixing his gaze on the road.
"Yes Yoonie. Is something wrong?"
There's slight rustles in the background, "Someone was looking for you. He said to call him if you get back home."
Jihun curses under his breath, Jimin had never felt as confused now than before because Jihun turns pale, it's like something bad was going to happen sooner or later. Jimin can't help but ask out loud, not realizing that the speaker is still on. "What's wrong?"
Jihun shakes his head at Jimin and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. "Yoonie, baby. I will talk to you later when I get home alright? - but now I want you to listen to me. I need you to pack all your clothes and toys."
Jihun scratches the back of his neck, all the while Jimin just remains silent and listening to the conversation that was going on. Somehow, the boy's voice on the other line of the phone sounds soothing enough to calm Jimin's uneasy heart.
"because we're going back to Daegu."
The boy literally squeals out of joy, his voice makes Jimin smiles widely. "Okay appa , I'll go pack my stuffs and wait for you." The call ended with a beeping noise and Jimin watches as Jihun sighs and dial a number on his phone. At the third ring, someone spoke through the speakers before Jihun could say anything.
"Jung knows it's us. We're getting out of Busan . Have you told your son?"
"good. Is the boy with you?"
Jihun glance at Jimin for a brief moment before he focuses on the road again. "yes."
"alright, get them both out of here. They're not safe here. None of our sons are."
Jihun sighs, "You're right Kibum. I just hope we did the right thing this time."
"we are Jihun . It’s the only right thing we could do to stop this. And if we get to pull this off until our boys get older enough, I'm sure they are more capable than any of us ever were. I know its selfish for us to do this but there's no other way. The boy was a success, Jihun . - you know what will happen if Jung gets his hands on that boy."
Jihun glance at Jimin, noticing the boy had fallen asleep and he can't help but feel guilty of what's going to happen to them in the future or what they have to face. "I know but they're so young. I just-"
"Look, I understand where you're coming from. I really do. I feel the same way as you do. -hell, all of us do okay. None of us wanted this to happen. We've been friends for so long now and I don't doubt our boys to meet one day and become great friends like we do. Someone just gotta do it."
"fine. Meet you at the safehouse? After I get the boys comfortable?" Jihun hopes his son and Jimin would get along easily without any mishaps.
"Yup, that's fine by me. I gotta get my Taetae out of the house too, yknow ."
"right, see you in a bit."
