Jimin ran down the stairs startling Sunhee who rushed to him in a panic fearing the boy would trip and fall.

"Jimin, be careful, be careful, please!" she said.

"Where is Taehyung?!" Jimin said, rushing past the maid.

"he is in the library, but wh-" Sunhee sighed seeing the doll already run off towards the library. she shook her head and continued mopping the polished floor.

Meanwhile Jimin almost tripped in the end when he entered the library and didn't see the pile of books around the corner. He fell forward but was caught by a pair of warm hands which put him back on his feet. "ah- Taehyung" the doll said seeing the man look at him in a scolding way.

"Be careful! you're gonna break your face like that"

"m are you okay?" Jimin ignored the other words of the man and checked Taehyung all over walking a circle around him.

"I'm fine, why? what's wrong?" Taehyung said, confused , looking at Jimin who was checking him.

"your heart, it changed. i saw black spread on your heart...i got worried"

"oh....i see" Taehyung said and chuckled looking at the books, he placed them back on the shelf next to all the others. "its fine, i'm still here"

"I'm worried...what if it's bad and you will die?"

"I won't die just yet Jimin, relax. now why don't you go help Sunhee out today, i have things i should do'' Taehyung said after he put all the books back in its place holding onto one single dusty book. he cupped with one hand Jimin's cheek gently and ran his fingers through his black hairs. "Beautiful. you're just perfect" he chuckled and walked away leaving the doll confused and a bit flustered.

The raven went down to his work space where he closed the door before approaching his desk. Taehyung sat back down, bending over the book on his desk. his eyes reading over each page until he stopped at the 'J'. he flipped the first few pages and halted, his eyes staring at the set of papers he had been searching for, he knew they would be here somewhere. the paper was labeled as,

'Park Jimin'.

He looked at the first things starting on the top where an image was of the boy. He looked happy, smiling wide as he got the picture taken. Taehyung noticed that the boy and the doll he made looked oddly similar. but there was no way taehyung could have known how the boy looked....right? He shook that off for now and looked down, seeing the basic details.

Name: Park Jimin

Age: 14

Gender: Male

He frowned, 14? but.. Jimin isn't fourteen right? did he age in his spirit form? taehyung read further getting interested in multipole things.

Notes: Perfect helper, beautiful, current favorite he will be of good use for my research.

Taehyung flipped the page and his eyes widened seeing some images he had not seen. one where the boy was tied to a table with Mr. Kim posing next to with a syringe and a small saw in his hand, the face mask covering his nose and lips. his eyes staring into the camera sending a shiver down the raven's spine, it's been so long since he last saw his father.

he knew what kind of man he was, he just chose not to remember it, not to think of it. trying to erase it from his head. He had always said he wasn't gonna follow his footsteps. He wasn't gonna turn crazy like him. but lately taehyung had been feeling so numb. His interest in his father woke up slowly inside of him. his eyes moved further down seeing more images and attachments. The first image below the table one was a closeup of Mr. Kim's hand injecting the liquid into the boy. The second was an image of the boy being clearly in pain struggling in the restrictions. The third was Mr. Kim seen with a small knife cutting into the boy's hand removing one finger. and lastly a jaw with two fingers in water. most likely Jimin's.

"jimin..." Taehyung said. he had seen a boy walk around with his hand wrapped up but after that he couldn't see him again. that boy must have been Jimin. but taehyung didn't know him back then. He flipped through the pages, which got more gore and horrible to look at. The amount of violence increased, and he could see with each flip of a page how the boy was changing, from the happy smiling kid to a blank faced boy, bags under his eyes, his hair messy and long, his skin bruised and harmed. no part was left untouched. He skipped over the next two pages and his heart clenched painfully. There was a rather big image of the boy laying halfly on the ground, his head leaning against the wall, his right hand chained up where he was hanging onto. his eyes rolled back his mouth agape. Blood tainted his clothes and onto the floor and walls. written below with a pen stood, 'subject's age of death: 19... Experiment: failed'

The boy was dead...

"Jimin...no.." taehyung couldn't look at it and shut the book again holding his head. The image of the boy dead in the cell was imprinted in his head. "no no no. why? father, why?!" he shook his head grabbing the glass of water but he accidentally missed to wrap his fingers and ended up tolling it off the table shattering on the ground in pieces. "Fuck" taehyung whispered not because of the glass, but because of the images he saw and things he read just now. there was more but he didn't want to continue now. He just sat down staring at the closed notebook of his father. a book which looked cursed to him.

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beep boop update time, some of jimin's story here. will continue later when poor taehyung is ready for more🤡. i will see you in the next chapter!

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