❗Warning❗
This chapter contains some heavy drug use. And I do not by any means support that in real life. Istg if any of you get inspired by this :,) it's triggering so read it at your own risk.

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Jimin had an addiction.

Right before he had to assassinate, they had coached him to take a dose of cocaine or any other drug of that sect. He was made to kill, trained like a fucking dog to do so. So whenever he took a dose, his mind went to a world of bloodbath. He had this urge to murder tearing from his flesh, giving rise to his veins blistering white-hot until it felt as if his skin was being shredded open.

He saw red.

He moved his body in a trance, his palm clutching the dagger so tightly. Grunts of adrenaline and aggression left his mouth as he stabbed and tore into people's flesh. Listening to their choking pleads, the looks of horror, every pain inflicted fueling him to do more.

Eventually, he'd drop the blade right there with a clunk, stumbling and swaying back to the Kim mansion with everything swimming around him, his clothes damped in human blood, without even an inch of guilt.

After literally, all the power from his body operated like a beast, he wouldn't even find the energy to roll his eyes when Taehyung would husk, "You did so well, darling."

He'd fall into a numb slumber, not waking up till hours until he did. His clothes changed and his body cleaned from the dried crimson liquid. There would be a tinge of metallic smell still present on his body that would urge him to take another shower.

And yet, there was no guilt or regret.

Another task was over.

His addiction crashed on him like waves of the enormous ocean crashing over him. He didn't crave a drug every single day. He could go without alcohol for a couple of days as well. He smoked periodically.

But today he had woken up with a desire crawling into his skin. A powerful urge to get it within him. Get a drug within him and see that haze, that rapture of being so high.

He wasn't a lust homicide convector. He had inferred that much out when he realised he felt nothing but nauseous after all of that happening. 

But that didn't stop the impulses.

Because it came in waves, they were dominant and Jimin had never dealt with them alone. Moreover, his addiction was in control because no one would give him that in the Kim mansion if it wasn't for killing.

But right now, there was no one to control him and he really wished there was because it was like an exam, and you're in an empty room with a book kept beside you. Of course, you'd go out of control and the urge to cheat would take over you.

Jimin tried to ignore it, avoid it. Eating a cup of instant noodles and trying to distract himself by checking his phone, wondering why Yoongi wasn't here yet. Thinking about the plan. Trying to keep himself focused.

But he started zoning out.

His mind struggling back and forth, wanting to be high. He felt furious at himself for not being able to control his mind as it took power over him. He was feeling hot and clammy, wanting to scream badly. Whatever rational part left within him pushing back with no strength, knowing it's wrong. Knowing that losing control would get him in trouble.

He tried to resist it for hours. But his frustration was getting worse each passing minute. He even thought that when Yoongi would come, he could finally have a bit of cocaine and rely on Yoongi to take care of him. At least that way he'd know he wouldn't do anything dangerous, knew he wouldn't get himself or anyone hurt.

But he had always had shitty luck.

Because Yoongi didn't come that day.

Jimin waited till night for Yoongi. He was paying less attention to time and didn't know when the moon came up and the darkness blanketed the sky.

Being mad at Yoongi was an excuse. A strong one for his agonizingly slipping into madness mind. So he cracked, he let go of the restraints that night, feeling light-headed and a maniacal snicker on his face when he took out a small packet of valium and an injection from his backpack.

Sitting on the sofa, his legs spread, one hand holding the injection pointing at his other arm. He let the syringe sink into his skin, a slight wince escaping past his lips but he couldn't stop himself when he was so close to the euphoria.

He let the liquidation run through his veins. It was a blissful venom, frissons shooting through him like electric shocks. He dropped the injection down on the floor, too consumed to hold it. His head rolled back, he couldn't balance it when a heavy buzz settled itself. It felt as if some heavy ball was rolling in his skull. He was seeing a haze, his senses lulled and all over the place. Heavy gasps escaped past his lips as his eyes rolled back, senses amplified.

There was a distant sound of his phone ringing, and he didn't pick it up until he could finally gather the strength to do so. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, breathless. He picked up the call but didn't say anything.

"Jimin?"

Yoongi...

Jimin didn't answer, although he was sure it was Yoongi. Even in his headspace, he was sure it was Yoongi's voice. He could tell apart that voice from a mile away.

"Jimin, are you home? I'm coming there. Sorry, couldn't come in the morning."

"Too late, Yoongi." He found himself declaring, voice slurred and heavy and it took him quite an effort to say it, immediately gasping a couple of times.

"You lost it."

"Lost...what? Jimin, are you drunk, are you- are you high?"

"You're too late," Jimin murmured again. "I w...waited all day for you to s-stop me, you lost it."

There was a long pause from Yoongi's side before the elder spoke in a breathless voice.

"Jimin, stay wherever you are. I'm coming to you. I'm coming- just stay there, okay? Are you listening?"

Jimin tilted his head to the side, not knowing what to answer. He couldn't sink in Yoongi's words. Couldn't spot the panic in his voice because of his state. So he cut the call.

And then decided to go to the bar.

*

Jimin swayed inside the club, hitting and pushing whoever came in his way as he made his way towards the bar counter. Something sinking in his gut by seeing and being pressed by so many people, he hated crowd. He almost fell when he reached finally reached the bar counter, gripping himself up by the stool and resting his forehead on the table.

"Jimin?" A voice asked, making him look forward. It was Jin, his figure swimming and wavering in front of Jimin's eyes. His voice sounded distant, like an echo.

"Are you drunk? Did something happen?"

Jimin eyes rolled back again, everything was floating in front of him and he felt white-hot. His whole body was soggy. He shook his head at Jin's question, not being able to form words.

"Is Yoongi coming too?"

Jimin nodded again, mouth slightly falling open as he rested his head on the bar table, something was going to rip out of him, it was slowly brewing up inside of him. He just needed a trigger.

"Oh, well, Jiminie. I think you're too high. Rest up, okay? You came late today, my shift is over. Guess what? I have a date with Namjoon." Jin grinned, ruffling Jimin's hair before heading out of the club.

Jimin panicked when he realised Jin had just left him. No, he wanted someone near him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he picked it up by the the neon green light staggering into his eyes, not being able to make out the collar ID.

"Jimin, you idiot, where are you?! I told you to stay at home. Are you at the club?"

"Yes..." Jimin whispered. "Q-Quickly, Yoongi, its c-coming."

"Okay, okay stay there, alright? I'm coming."

The phone hung up and Jimin gulped. He was panicking, he didn't appreciate the crowd, it always made him rather repulsive. Why was everything moving? He couldn't decipher people within the neon lights of the club. Without thinking twice, he was heading out once again.

*

Jin headed outside of the club. As he reached out on the main road, he realised it was empty and maybe his plan of taking an early leave from the club hadn't worked out as he had planned.

But there were no worries because Namjoon was still not here yet. He stood at the footpath, behind was a dark alley and as he looked towards his side, he could see some thugs drinking and laughing loudly.

He was scared, he had to admit. Being alone in a desolate street with a bunch of thugs wasn't something he'd fancy. That's why he always preferred going home after his shift with his co-workers.

Namjoon would be here any minute.

He soothed himself by thinking that, shifting a bit to the side just to avoid them. The movement probably caught the bunch of thugs' awareness, for they looked towards Jin. One of them made their way towards him and Jin's heartbeat picked up. He tried to ignore, his chest brewing up with heat because of how scared he was feeling.

"Do you have some money, pretty?" He asked, stumbling and almost falling over Jin.

Jin stepped back, gulping thickly before his steady and erratic mind decided it was time to escape. He started walking towards an alleyway behind the main Street. But boy was he wrong. Because the alley was completely dark and very much cornered out from any locality.

The thugs were following him and he screamed badly when someone grabbed his hand from behind. He didn't have to turn to know it was one of them. He was going to get killed tonight...

"Jin!" Someone shouted, it wasn't the voice of the person who was grabbing his hand but he knew it was Namjoon's voice.

"J-Joonie, help!" He screamed wrestling to free his wrist from the man's grip. Namjoon ran forward and pushed the man manhandling Jin. The man stumbled backwards but was soon followed by his other gang members.

Jin yet had to ask how did Namjoon find him here, did he hear his scream? But it wasn't the time to because the group had encircled the both of them.

"J-Joonie..." He whispered. This was the end of him.

"What's happening here?" There was a foreign voice, from the starting of the dark alleyway. Jin looked over there to see a very high Jimin stumbling towards the alley.

"Jiminie, no, run!" Jin shouted, not wanting another person in this mess.

Jimin although, didn't listen to him, instead, continued walking until he was the centre of attention. Dread filled inside of Jin, they could easily hurt Jimin...

Jimin analyzed all the situation rolling in front of him with heavy eyes.

"Are they hurting you... Jin?"

"No, Jimin, run!"

Jimin's skin prickled, he suddenly felt livid. The drug in his veins was preventing him from thinking straight, mind going towards violence as he fought back against his will but at this point, he had no logical part of him left within him.

They're hurting Jin... they're...I must kill them.

Jimin saw fucking red.

Before he knew he had pulled out the gun from inside his jacket, his eyes bloodshot as he aimed it on one of the unfamiliar man's forehead.

"Jimin!" There was another scream from the alley, although Jimin didn't turn to acknowledge it. Nor did he acknowledge that the man who just screamed his name was Yoongi.

Jin's eyes were wide in horror... Jimin had a...a gun?! His breath hitched in his throat, how did Jimin have a gun? He was a- a university student.

Jimin looked so unfamiliar to Jin. He didn't look like the cotton candy ball Jin always personified him as. His eyes contained this fury, this viciousness. His lips were pursed, and he had this aura of monstrosity around him that made even Yoongi freeze at his spot. For the first time, he could see how strong Jimin actually looked. He was so gentle...so, so childish...

To say the least, Jin's brain was at a short circuit. And Jimin hadn't even done anything till now.

All of the thugs were standing cautiously, their bodies taut. The intensity of the situation preventing them from moving.

Namjoon had this whole another fuckery going in his mind. How the fuck had Jimin suddenly popped out of the blue here?!

Whereas Yoongi...

He knew.

Yoongi gulped. Jimin was on drugs, and Jimin was an assassin. How could he not know where it was all leading to? He had done this to people. He had drugged so many assassins who worked for the estate partially owned by himself. But for the first time, Yoongi felt bad for a murderer... because the said killer was Jimin.

But it was too late...

Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi. Frozen at their spots as they saw the situation rolling in front of them. How karma had spun the dice and played its turn...the truth would be revealed now.

It all happened in slow motion when Jimin pulled the trigger of his gun. There was a loud sound of the bullet being fired, scaring off the crows sitting on top of the desolate houses and walls.

The thugs' eyes bulged out of their sockets as they saw one of their acquaintance being targeted by the shot. His now dead eyes wide with horror, and a blob of blood square on his forehead...

"No one...hurts my Jin."

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Sorry for the late update, this chapter needed some real attention, also the next couple of one's