The 9th chapter of RIP which is reference of the main event of the chapter.

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⚠︎ Sensitive, watch out¡!
Book's point of view
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Never thought of Jimin as a sensitive dude. He used to have this lovely smile whenever we met while working.

Never knew someone like him will mask his emotions just so people will not go away or leave him.

It hurt when he questioned himself again. 'Then why did he leave?' it was not meant for Taehyung to answer.

Jimin was questioning himself, thinking why didn't he did something to make Taehyung stay by his side.

I was puzzled, like that boy just went out for a few hours and here Jimin acted as if they were separated for life.

I was so irritated by the time that I just wanted to stop him! Stop him from doubting himself, judging himself, questioning everything, just stop!!

My temper was never down and it is a good thing that I can not probably do anything physically.

But one thing he did which was beneficial though. He booked an appointment with some doc.

Doctor Suri.

I wonder why this sounded so familiar. I was so lost finding a face for the name when Jimin let out an ear piercing cry.

I saw through his eyes as his gaze was stuck on that terrifying bloody head which belonged to me, Kim Namjoon.

My body was again visible to Jimin, laying on the marble floor. Red glancing liquid shines because of kitchen lighting.

Jimin's insides were overwhelmingly frozen as his body shivered, breath hitched. His eyes grew glossy as the brutal-bloody vision of my body blurred.

'Stop hallucinating!'

I didn't know what to think but he thought he was not in his right state of mind.

'No, there's nothing!'

Jimin's eyes closed as I felt two droplets stream down his cheeks, spreading a cold sensation across his soft skin as the liquid was in contact with the atmosphere.

His lips parted while he breathed out a few huffs, gathering air. And lastly his body finally sank down to the ground.

His palm supported his upper half when his lower half gave up. A hiccup left his side before he broke into tears.

His heart was pounding as if it would break out of the cage. And when he opened his mouth to console himself, only louder cries came out to be heard.

'There's nothing. Just think there's nothing. Get out of here.' His thoughts motivated him. His right hand came up to muffle his voice as his shaky figure moved back.

Not opening his eyes.

He was well aware something worst was coming and I had the same assumption.

His body was slowly sliding back then it came like a hard jerk. Someone was there, not a dead body but some or something moving which pulled Jimin's legs.

Another squeal out of Jimin disturbed the peaceful solitude. And his body slid forward, eyes still tightly shut.

It was a mere slip in the seconds when Jimin's body lost balance and head bent backwards, hitting the marble floor.

A loud thud.

Then he was hit by the impulsive pain.

Which grew in the back of his head making him whimper in agony. Jimin's low meowls were clearly heard until an unfamiliar voice started to whisper…

..Something which I cannot figure out.

But Jimin did, he started to move, right away. Kicking his legs and moving backwards to escape the hold.

I could only figure out one clear thought of Jimin for the time and it says, "run!"

"Get out!" Someone growled from afar.

"Get out of the freaking body, you evil!!"

The same voice shouted nearer. This time the sound was so clear that I could figure out each word and the owner of the voice, it was Jimin.

I paused in perplexity.

The sound was coming from afar, not from Jimin. Then why-

Before I could figure anything out, the other person near us, who was particularly holding Jimin's leg while Jimin's body was struggling to get out of his grip, had other plans than just holding Jimin in place.

A plan which made him hover over Jimin's body and grab Jimin's neck forcefully.

Jimin still kept his eyes shut, mind praying for getting out of this place as he fought the attacker. He was being choked.

"Get the hell out!" With that said Jimin's face was punched. His legs were actively trapped between the attackers'.

Still the boy didn't give up! Jimin dug his nails in the attacker's left hand which held him by the ground, choking life out of him.

And another punch from the attacker soon came with another aggressive demand asking Jimin to get out of the body.

Jimin started to cough and gasped for air while he scratched the attacker's hands and nearer open body part but couldn't get his face, but he kept on aiming for it.

They both struggled.

One struggled to breathe, but the other struggled to take that breath away.

Then time slipped out my counting, how much they were fighting but the attacker had an advantage as he brutally punched and used his advantage.

It all came to the point when Jimin's breath hitched, a last beat as his heart stopped but the attacker did not.

There it was again…

The same old feeling of life leaving you, kicking you out of your body with the torcherous and unbearable pain.

When I finally could move out of Jimin's body, I attempted to open my eyes.

Blurry, red and nothing could be clearly figured out. There was something on the floor in a close distance which looked like a human laying.

But I didn't dare to go near it.

A vivid mental image of Jimin laying there dead just like I was, came to my view.

My broken heart turned into shredded pieces of glass, pricking and hurting me from inside. I tightly shut my eyes, gripping my hair as I shouted and cried.

And cried, an uncountable period.

They say time never stops for anyone but right then it did. Nothing happened. It was like the universe bestowed it upon me, gave me time to heal.

Tears, tears and tears.

Until finally my coughing lowered. The blur and the red hue covering my view cleared. I felt lighter, more lighter than what I felt when my and Jimin's body kicked me out.

I finally rested in a peaceful silence.

Still not daring to look in front to see someone's dead body.

Still not daring to stop sniffing and tearing up. I kept on wiping my cheeks as new trails of salty liquid trickled down my stained cheeks.

Its sensation let me ease.

I slowly lay on the ground, facing the light blue ceiling. And my eyes grew heavy. So soon I drifted into a deep slumber.

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.𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1100+
.𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 1 Oct, 2022.
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