Enlaced

Chapter 19

This time, he sounded cold and harsh, almost like he was pissed. It made chills run down the younger's back and his hands shook a little bit, but he was getting more and more curious by the second, stopping him from moving.

Maybe he should have moved.

So, taking all of his courage, he pushed the door open, only a tiny bit, and it was an easy and quiet task since it wasn't closed properly, and peeked inside, through the crack of the door.

What he saw and heard made him gasp.

"Then, let's kill them." Yoongi stated, circled by bulky men dressed in black, holding a gun in his pale hands, a dangerous smirk on his face.

Apparently, the boy gasped louder than what he had expected, because everyone in the room turned towards the door and saw half of the face of the spying boy. The silver-haired male's eyes were widened, but Jimin couldn't see or hear more since he had jumped up on his feet and was running away from the scene as fast as he could.

Questions swirling in his mind, the boy ran through the empty hallways, looking occasionally behind him to make sure he wasn't followed.

But, like in the movies, as he turned a corner and looked in front of him to make sure he wouldn't crash into the wall, the gray-haired male he was running away so eagerly from appeared in front of him.

The younger screamed as he put a stop to his frenzied sprint, turning his body around to start running again in the opposite direction of his hyung, afraid of what could happen to him. But before he could make his escape, he felt a hand grab his arm and he was, the next second, pinned against the wall of the hallways, unable to move.

The pale other sighed, shaking his head, probably wondering why Jimin had to see this, when the other screamed his lungs out.

Jimin just saw a real gun for the first time in his life, plus he didn't know if Yoongi would try something.

He didn't hear the small 'Aish..' the other let out, before all sounds disappeared, being muffled by the older's hand clamped on the pink-head's mouth.

"Can I try to explain before you scream like a terrified child?" The silver-haired male asked, pissed off because the high-pitched sounds hurt his ears.

He took off his hand once he got the approval, pulling the other inside an empty classroom to tell his story.

He told the younger about how he entered the mafia, what role he played, leaving out any gruesome details about the various kills he had to do on missions, and answered Jimin's question.

After everything was out on the table, silence fell.

"Listen Jimin. I know you're probably scared right now and I would understand if you didn't want to be associated with me anymore, so I'll let you go, but if you ever talk about this with someone.. I don't know what's going to happen to you." Yoongi said in a sad voice, looking down, hoping it would never come to that.

Present time

The older chuckled, carefully placing the gun back on the table to wipe his hands. "Nobody is going to come inside, everyone left for their homes already." He assured, not even panicked one bit.

Indeed, Jimin had decided to stay with Yoongi and trust him, thinking that if the older wanted him dead, he would be long gone already.

Plus there was some weird feeling of comfort that enveloped the younger when he was with the gray-haired assassin. Probably because he was the one that helped him when he was in his lowest times.

The pink-head wasn't that laid-back though. He kept going back to the hallways to make sure no one was coming and almost bitting his nails at the anxiousness.

Seeing what that was doing to him, Yoongi decided to be a little bit more cautious when Jimin was around. So he sighed and put the gun back in its case around his waist and putting away all the tools in a suitcase.

Jimin loudly exhaled, now he didn't need to be so anxious. He rubbed his eyes, tired, and yawned.

"It's getting late, isn't it?" The older said, chuckling. "Let's go then. Want me to drive you home?" He proposed, the younger nodding as he came with Taehyung and Jungkook that morning, the two having left already.

The pair walked to the exit and then to Yoongi's car.

The silver-haired male drove to Jimin's house, the ride being only filled by the background sound of the radio playing quietly.

When they arrived, Yoongi, like the gentleman he was, stepped outside first and went to open the door for his passenger.

"Thank you Yoongi." Jimin said sheepishly, giving a quick hug to his pale hyung and then running inside so the older wouldn't see his red burning cheeks.

Even if he wasn't really a hug and kissed guy, Yoongi stood there, in a daze, for a while, wondering what had just happened, before going back to his house.

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