"I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here's my handle. Here's my spout. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout. Just tip me over and pour me out."

On cue Jimin screams into the darkness, a high whistle scream, possibly in hopes to piss off the guards outside. He's been going at this for perhaps an hour, if he has calculated well the time- actually truth is he doesn't know since he has no time watch or phone on him.

Maybe he's been here for hours without knowing.

Oh even better if that were the case, the guards would be highly annoyed by now.

After his little reunion of his supposed-highly doubted- father, he was thrown in this dark room while still being tied up. This room is so dark that he couldn't even see his hands of the ground below him. It almost feels like he's falling or have his eye close.

Ha! he doesn't even know anymore.

He's probably going more insane than he already is, but at least he can have some fun to still hold a grasp of his sanity through his manic episode.

Upon hearing nothing but silence in return. The pout on his lips deepen and he clears his throat.

"MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB! LITTLE LAMB! LITTLE LAMB-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Finally.

Some noise.

Judging by echo of the voice echoing to the room, Jimin instantly knew where the door was just how small the room is.

Good to know.

So with eyes closed, he went to where he heard that voice, not wanting to open his eyes to not feel like he's falling down. Crawling lets Jimin feel the ground with his fingertips, guiding him to the tapping in a distance.

That's until he felt the wooden frame in front of him, where the guard is tapping their foot on the ground anxiously.

Perfect.

Excitedly Jimin smiles, sitting down and leaning back to the door.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star-"

"For fuck sakes!"

"Hey don't do anything."

"He's pissing me off!

"And he's boss's son! If you even touch him, you're dead!"

Jimin sneers a grin, being the instigator that he is shouted, "Yeah! Daddy will kill you!"

A loud bang slams against the door, possibly a hand to the surface of it.

"You little shit! I will kill you if you don't shut up-"

The yelling stopped by a sudden gunshot.

A noise that jolted Jimin to startle away from the door, his ears ringing a bit just by how close this all sounded behind the door. What's worse was the silence that followed afterwards right after the body dropped to the ground, only leaving Jimin to remain paralyzed in attempt to hear anything more.

The utter overwhelming emotion of suffocation clogs his throat that he didn't feel the door being yanked open. His vision now being clouded by light from the hallway with a dark silhouette standing there with a deep scowl.

And a dead man laying behind him.

Jimin's entire blood cells ran cold. Too cold.

He's never seen a dead body like this....

Blood, so much blood.

Oh God there's a dead body in front of him.

The demon like man standing in front of him walks forward, not nudging a quicker reaction to Jimin as his wide eyes just stares at the body.

What a way to slap reality to his face.

"My son," Jimin slowly looks up, a twitching frown to the man's face, "I'm ashamed to have abandoned you while being in the care of your mother. With me you would've been strong and insensitive. Now you're just fucking crazy and soft."

Soft?

Well sure Jimin is a nerd but soft?

Not many people would refer to nerdy Jimin as soft, maybe a bit cringe worthy looking but never soft.

It still has not processed well that this guy is even his dad. It's not making sense in his head. However Jimin is no idiot. Clearly this is a man of power and a reputation. His mother is just a mere civilian who worked at a restaurant as a waitress with not enough money to take care of herself.

Most likely this relationship the two had was an affair. Something discrete in the darkness, probably behind his actual wife's back. When word she's pregnant got out, he did the typical wealthy man move.

Abandoned her, offered money to keep quiet and never to be seen again.

This is the only explanation that makes sense.

Now the question here is, what does he want with Jimin now?

Instinctively Jimin narrows his eyes when the man leans closer to his face, slightly leaning back to provide some distance.

And his stomach twists in an uncomfortable way to when the man smiles.

"But that most definitely won't be a problem," He ventures and suddenly snags Jimin's shirt, yanking him to his feet and out to the hallway.

Jimin couldn't get that dead body out of his head, feeling like a puppet as the man drags him down the darken corridor and took a turn to a door. There's nothing really that catches Jimin's attention to study with his eyes here due to his shaken mind, even when he was forced to sit down but thankfully not be tied up.

He just saw a dead body......

Literally someone shot and killed right before his eyes.

What is going on?

Are they going to kill him too?

It was a mass spiral of thoughts that wouldn't leave Jimin alone, yet he found himself to be frozen up rather than choking out sobs.

From the inside at least, while his face remain monotone as they follow the man who called himself his face to stand behind a large desk with a smooth black ink leather chair.

And he didn't waste time to get to the point.

"Guess your mother left off so many details about me and unfortunately there's no time for us to bond," The man remarks sarcastically, interlacing his fingers together as he rakes Jimin's stiff body with his sour eyes, "My son meant to take my place here is dead, and you're all I've got. Clearly you have not been trained at all for this, but there's no time for that. I will be sending you to a very prestigious and hidden academy in which will teach you- Are you even listening to me?"

Jimin snaps his eyes to the man after spacing out for a bit. Kind of lost him at the no time to bond part but not like Jimin was going to admit to that.

So he breaks a nervous laugh, "Whoops, my mind had a little daydream, you were saying?"

The man was not amused. That much was obvious when he slammed his fist against the desk angrily, maybe rattling it a little.

Ha, rattle.

That's a funny word.

Haha, rattle.

Okay no is not the time, he looks pissed now.

The man, who Jimin didn't even get to know his name, rises to his feet with a mean glare and a harsh scowl, "You're know I can't kill you yet because I need you. Consider yourself lucky," He huffs bitterly through his teeth before moving around the desk, "The academy will definitely fix you up to a be proper leader indeed."

Wait academy?

What academy?

Leader for what?!

Jimin couldn't even ask anything because he was -once again- knocked out but this time by a cloth covering over his lips.

Not being aware of the horrors he got himself into yet.

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A/N:
Alrightyyyy so I know I said this story will be officially published 2021 but I still have a lot of my stories prior to finish first so once I do that, this one will be updating soon! :)

I have so many plans and I'm super excited! Let's see how this all goes!!

I PURPLE YOU! <333