Way Down We Go - KALEO

It's been hours.

Well in reality Jimin doesn't know exactly how long it's been, but he can safely assume it's been hours by how badly his legs are cramping from staying on the ground sitting for so long. He's still cuffed with the bag over his head that smells like vegetables, but at least it's that and not fish or meat.

He's been hearing footsteps against the concrete floors for a while, but they haven't said anything to him. However he's heard voices communicating with each other in hush tones, maybe crack a few jokes here and there, but just that.

All Jimin could think about is his own pain, thinking how the fuck did he end up like this.

What he wanted was to only see Taemin, that's it! He was even planning on going back to catch a plane, even if he had to pay for it.

Unfortunately things don't always go as planned.

Now he has to survive, use his training for good use in this situation.

And only survive.

"The boss said we can take him up," A voice suddenly spoke.

"He sure loves to deal with little pests on his own doesn't he?"

"Obviously if it involves his little treasure."

Just then a hand latches to Jimin's arm, yanking him to his feet up, "Come on kid, your death awaits."

As if that's going to be an option.

Jimin held his tongue but followed orders as he's guided blindly to walk. Mentally he's taking notes of every corner he turns to, how many steps he has walked, the amount of people he's heard throughout this little journey he's taking.

All he needs to do is get off these cuffs and he'll be fine, and thankfully he knows how to escape them easily.

Got to love being flexible and a smart fucker.

As Jimin dealt with that on the low, there's the sound of a knock that reaches his ears with a faint voice he couldn't hear from the other side but a door is opened and he's lead inside. The ambient here is instantly forced to be reckoned with.

Tense and very thick.

It does feel like he's walking to his death actually, and not in a good way.

Jimin knows for a fact he's dealing with someone of high power right now just by this alone.

Thankfully Jimin doesn't let that intimidate him so easily.

Suddenly a kick to his legs sends him down to his knees with a grunt, staying there as silence filled the room.

A silence that didn't last for too long.

"So this is the guy that was following my son?"

Son?

"All the way from the airport sir. We didn't ask questions just as you asked, he's all yours."

An amused snort chimes the air, thick and very dry, "Seems like a feisty fellow, judging by that bruise on your face," This made Jimin feel a little cocky, "Show me his face."

And just like that the bag is removed from his head, but the light nearly blinds his vision of around the room so he blinks a few times to adjust to it before noticing his surroundings.

It looks like he's in an office, business office, but a nice one to say the least yet that wasn't what Jimin was focused on once his vision settled well to us surroundings.

No, he could give a less if a shit to how the office looked like.

The second his eyes landed to someone in the same room, his whole heart dropped.

The other looks at him with pupils now dilated but his expression remains monotone, almost like a mask. Dressed in a fancy black suit and hair combed away from his face, Taemin did not resemble that college kid from Korea that Jimin got so use to seeing.

He looks like the man standing beside him.

Intimidating.

The man don't look too old, on contraire he appears to be fairly young for a middle aged man and muscular with a wrinkle-less face and raven black hair brushed back. He's wearing only a button up baby blue shirt with navy blue pants, appearing more business casual than the classy formality like Taemin.

Yet his gaze is intimidating, almost aggressive as though he's already skinning Jimin alive with his eyes.

That's not exactly something so nice to feel to be stared in that way.

"So, you're the little rat following my son?"

His voice is just like his appearance, husky and deep, a voice that demands to be recognized and acknowledged in a tough crowd filled with authority.

Almost as though if one were to mix Felix and Taehyung's voice together, adding a bit of an aggressive tone to it.

That's when it sinked in to what the man had said, sudden realization striking him before glancing between Taemin and the man.

That's his dad.......

That's Taemin's dad.......

What the- Huh?

What the hell does Taemin do or is part of?!

Jimin couldn't even form words by how shocked he is, and the scar man beside him was just about to punch him to answer but Taemin raises his hand, signaling him to stop.

"I know him."

All Jimin could do is stare at the ground when Taemin spoke, not knowing how to feel but only emptiness.

And confusion.

So much confusion.

"Is that so?" The man remarks, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Should I torture him quick and easy then for being a metiche (nosy)?"

"I would request for you to not do that father," Taemin says in his monotone voice, "He's a special one. I trained him myself; Agile, witty, and a quick learner. Torturing him to death will be a waste."

Jimin can't even start to feel grateful that Taemin is backing him up because then that makes this feel more real. His father has men that literally hunted his ass down around the city and took him here to nearly be tortured, just because they noticed he was following Taemin.

A regular kid does not have that type of protection in life!

"Seems like he's a little more than just a special friend to you son," The man coax musingly, fixing his eyes over Jimin with a sneering gaze, "What's your name kid?"

It was like Jimin auto mode switched, sitting up straighter by the authority voice directed to him with a thick gulp sliding down.

"Park Jimin sir."

"And you know my son?"

Jimin bites his tongue to hold back from saying something bitter, but remains his gaze ahead in a blank stare, "Yes."

"Judging by the fact that you're here without my son being aware of it, I'm have to assume some sort of ill intention you perhaps have," And he pulls out a gun, pointing it to Jimin, "You single handedly out ran my men, probably still would've done so if it wasn't for the cops, managed to get this far without my son noticing and beat up my toughest goons. Alone."

Damn he does sound like an obsessive ex husband.....

Fuck, who does that?

"Now, before I decide whether to kill you or torture you first, cut the shit and tell me why you're here?"

Now Jimin's tongue is tied with annoyance to the attitude and his eyes found themselves to Taemin once again. The other is now holding onto a worried gaze despite his facial expression still remaining neutral. As surprising as it is, Jimin isn't scared.

No.

He's still livid.

And angry.

And hurt.

And that's the only thing that's clouding his better judgement to even act appropriately right now.

"I would be lying if I said I just wanted to see him sir," Jimin says bitterly, unable to hold back his emotions, "I don't know exactly what I'm doing here, all I knew is that I wanted to be wherever he went to, even if he did break my trust."

That's when he got a reaction.

Taemin's features softened. It was a subtle expression that just as quickly as it came it vanished when Taemin's father barks out a laugh, a dry laugh with a shake of his head.

"That kinda sucks," And he removes the safety from the gun, "I don't accept outsiders near my son."

Taemin was just about to push the gun off his hands and Jimin was seconds away from moving out the way, but suddenly the door bursts open before any of that could happen.

"Aw we have a guest!"

Jimin furrows his eyebrows to the sudden voice and follows with his eyes the quick steps that eventually showed the silhouette of another man coming to vision, who threw their arms around Taemin's father shoulders with a peck on his cheek before looking at Jimin.

"Oh don't mind me I was just eavesdropping and couldn't help myself," He beams giddily with a handsome smile and waves to the other guards, "Uncuff him please! Um- Joshua, come in darling!"

Another man enters the room, younger actually but possibly a bit more older than both Taemin and Jimin with dyed blonde hair and such angel like features on his face.

Wow he's beautiful.....

Almost so unreal.

"Please show him to a room, he must be so exhausted after kicking all those men's asses for being hostile," The man continues to wave before extending a hand out to Jimin when he got uncuffed, shaking his bruised hand, "Hi my name is Pablo and I assumed you already met Fransisco! My dear husband can be a bit of a hot head as you can see. I didn't know Taemin had a special friend! Ugh, any friend of Taemin is a guest to our home!"

The supposed Joshua carefully helps Jimin to his feet, making sure he didn't trip or anything, meanwhile Jimin stands there in complete awestruck to what is going on. Francisco did not look amused by the sudden intrusion either and only glares distastefully at Jimin while having an arm around his husband's waist.

"Dear, we talked about you getting into my business-"

"Oh shush, you're so overprotective," Pablo scoffs and goes to Taemin, cupping his cheeks with a deep frown, "You must have misbehaved so bad to have this man travel almost half the globe for you, ugh I thought I raised you better. Once he gets all cleaned up, you will show him around- Jimin was it? Yes! He needs to know of our little business here darling if he's going to continue to be a special friend, but I doubt he'll be of a problem such a cutie he is! Joshua please show him to a guest room, thank you dear."

Jimin and Taemin only share one last look to each other before Joshua grabs Jimin's arm and guides him away, the ticking bomb only steadily counting down the seconds before Jimin actually explodes.

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A/N:
And suddenly Jimin's life became an action movie, how marvelous.

Well....... This can't go all bad, right?

I PURPLE YOU! <33