𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 | Vmin

41- 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞

"I'm Kim Taehyung I'll only share English class with you but I hope you'll take care of me"

the words echoed in Jimin's ears as though he had just witnessed a mass bomb explosion, and even that metaphor couldn't explain the state of Jimin's mind 'how is that possible?' it ringed in his ears like a trillion church bells-- and instead of sounding holy and celestial they sounded horrifying and brutal 

the brunette boy was truly petrified, every atom of his body was shaking and bewildered, his insides twisted and turned with apprehension making him feel as though he'd through this instant. this wasn't real, no- Jimin was so certain he had bashed that boy's head to the brink of death, he knew it. he even felt his breathing for heaven's sake! he wasn't breathing then how is this possible?

Jimin's eyes were set on the smiling boy as he gawked at him with a billion thoughts running through his mind per second "Taehyung, you can go sit next to Mina" the teacher says making the tall boy makes his way towards the seat beside the long-haired girl who greeted him while fidgeting with her hair shyly, the raven head politely nodded his head greeting back with a long bow to her and everyone around him 

and the brunette boy had enough of the scene he stood up from the seat and stormed out of the class without sparing an ear to the teacher who was asking him where is he going. cause he himself doesn't know, he hasn't known anything ever since he lost his wisdom and prudence, after stepping out of heaven and falling for the devil he never knows where to go or what to do always letting his fate decide for him which brings nothing but destruction in return

and his fate makes him end up in the last stall of the boy's washroom where he let his trembling body melt on the ground like a puddle of scarlet blood he left his lover's body in, his back hits the wall of the stall as he slides down on it sitting on the floor not caring about the fact that he's dirtying his clothes because it would be the last though that'll cross his head with the number of thoughts breaking through his mind

the name echoes in the empty walls of the stall, the name of the same boy that ruined his life and filled his head with traumas that comes back like dark shadows haunting him in the bright daylight, he pulls his knees closer to his chest which was craved with the name of the devil he betrayed and is back to take his revenge, Jimin covered his fragile body with his thin arms creating a sheet that will protect him from the monster that could appear in front of him taking the revenge of the pain Jimin caused him 

the brunette head let his tears wash over his face the fear runs in his veins like he was prey running away from its predator and now he has been caught by it again, the cruel punishment he has to face after deceiving the devil and daring to take his life makes his bones melt in the fire of fear burning inside of him, his ears perked up as a loud startled whimper leave his mouth when he heard the whistle blowing in his ears 

the same sound of the whistle that rings like warning sirens before he becomes the hostage of the cruel boy, the stinging pain of his slaps and beatings was still freshened on his torn body that dances on the rhythm of the pied piper luring his deepest fears to comes out he buried behind the layers of his mask he switches in front of every person faking his emotions his feelings with everyone he meets after losing himself in vain love, he never got to find himself and his search for looking the real him never started at the outset

he covers his ears stopping the terrorizing sound from breaking through his ears, hiding from a sound that wasn't even real, he was so caught up in the dilemma of his fears that the line between real and surreal faded for him, he began shaking and trembling like a fish straight out of the water, bashing his fingernails into the soft scalp of his head and cupping his ears like a child to prevent the noise from coming any closer to him 

 and fighting with his fears and traumas Jimin lost the track of time not knowing his time was running out and the screams coming out of the closed door of the students running with fear after the fire alarm runoff, trapped in his fears he doesn't get the clue of death coming closer to him faster than his predator

the dark clouds of smoke started filling the tight walls of the washroom that his shut-closed eyes couldn't see but the extreme warmth burning against his skin makes him snap open his eyes and see the killing Fogg surrounding him taking him in his embrace and the sharp smell like a heated soldering iron or some wires and rubber burning hit his nostrils, he breaks into the fists of choking breaths as his throat started aching from the smoke filling his lungs  

the aggressive sounds of flames engulfing the walls with wrathful violence hit his ears which were hypnotized by the whistling now gets free from the spell and meets with another danger haunting them more intense and fearful the woof sound as something catches fire quickly, plastics melting and dripping into hissing puddles, the creak and groan of timbers contracting, cries for help all horrifying noises attacks him with the blow of smoke blocking his senses 

Gummy, acrid ash coated his tongue making it filled with the disgusting taste of smokey air as he gulped down for fresh air but there wasn't any so he breaks into another choke that snatched all of his breathing making him run out of it, his mind blank as nothing comes in his head to make his body move who stays frozen on its place while the whole school runs for their lives some helping themselves jumping in the lake of selfishness 

and other who was still dry with humanity tried to help others risking their own lives but Jimin who was hidden from everyone's eyes was in despair to see someone coming to rescue him from the terrifying death coming closer and closer to him like his lover missing to take him in his embrace again showering it with his toxic love again that breaks his bones with agonizing pain  

and in a matter of minutes, the fire started from the kitchen began swallowing the whole floor. When the fire hit it was hard and unforgiving. Against it, the things bent and snapped like they were nothing but fragile beings that burned in its wrath like a fluttering red bird that had just flown by or like a fire-breathing dragon runs wild, puffing away vicariously. The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple

the fire was running wild from every corner burning down everyone that comes in its way not showing mercy to anyone who comes in its way like it was on vigilante punishing the sinners for their sins, taking revenge on every innocent being they ever hurt, not caring how many innocent people it's hurting in doing so 

Jimin whimpered in anguish, his eyes widened as he began coughing he stood up from the cold tiled floor which was now nearly scorching hot his feet shaking and unable to bear his weight, the ghastly smell of fire and the things it burned under its rage made puke rush up Jimin's throat as he gulped trying his best to see through the thick clouds of smoke

his eyes which were previously widened were now almost shut, slanted, and squinted as he strived to protect them from the burn that ran up his throat and his eyes, how could he try to run away in this situation his sobs were getting cloggy as the smoke that has invaded his lungs served its purpose and made it extremely difficult for the boy to breath

he took in deep breaths but all it did was suffocate him further, and before he could wave his hands around to reach for the door of the stall he fell back down on the floor. his body felt weak and limp and his head began to get dizzy due to the smoke, he could barely see or breathe, both his major senses were blocked by a hazy burn of smoke as his hands fell limp on his sides and legs straightened out

his back pushed against the tile when he felt his droopy eyelids begin to sink further and fall, it was grim and terrifying to think of but his conscience has been completely shut off and all he could think of was nothing, his brain had no functioning at all it was as if he had already fainted but his body was still alive

and before his mind could fall into the abyss of unconsciousness the door of the bathroom stall opened, helping him click back into his brain and command it into working-- he took in a deep breath but in reality, it was just a slight breathe, his brain began to function again as he coughed attempting at moving his limbs but he failed nonetheless

 his gaze deepening at the door trying to make out the outline of a man that stood between the doorframe as he panted behind him were puffs of smoke that sneaked inside the small stall of the bathroom, from Jimin's fading vision his silhouette was grey, and red much like the fire that spread around them.