Jungkook has sewed Jimin's mouth up with string.
I was in so much shock I couldn't even think straight.
But I did know that Jimin needed help.
"Can I..?" I managed to say, pointing at his horrifying mouth.
Despite his current conditions, he managed to nod furiously. I couldn't even begin to manage the dance pain he was in.
I wasn't sure where to start. Maybe the corner. I could pull it out from there. But I would need some help.
"Yoongi... I need you to help me."
I turned to see the boy walk into the room cautiously, his body instantly tensing up.
"I'll kill Jungkook. I'll kill him" Yoongi spat with rage, shaking his head as if he was going insane.
"I need scissors." Yoongi immediately ran to look for the metal tools, coming back a minute later with them.
"This might hurt, Jimin. I'm sorry."
Grabbing the thin string, I pulled on the knot, Jimin screwing up his face in excruciating pain.
Apologising repeatedly, I cut the knot off.
"Okay Jimin, I'm going to pull it out now. Yoongi, I need you to stop the bleeding as I go." I said, moving my hands carefully to the other knot stitched into Jimin's perfect pink lips.
Yoongi appeared beside me in an instant, cloth and alcohol wipes in his large hands.
I sighed, then hesitantly started to pull on the right hand side knot.
Jimin's face scrunched up again as the pain became unbearable yet again. As I got about half way through, big wet tears started sliding down his beaten face.
"I'm almost done. Hold on a little longer." I uttered, carefully sliding the blood coated string out of his mouth and disposing it on the floor.
"What do we have here? Said the one voice I didn't want to hear. We both turned to see the all too familiar face.
"Jungkook, get the hell away from Jimin. And Seo."
"Sure." He shrugged, stepping towards Yoongi.
Within a second, Jungkook had Yoongi on the floor, knife carved into his heart and blood seeping over the pretty white floors.
I dropped onto the floor next to the body, searching for a pulse.
But I didn't find one.
"It's okay my love," Jungkook purred, "that's not the only corpse you will see today." I looked up at the mental boy holding a shiny silver gun to Jimin's head.
"Any last words, Jiminie? He laughed, pressing the gun harder against his skull.
Jimin looked at me with deep brown eyes and whispered.
"Run."
The bullet shot through the beautiful boys head, Jungkook laughing wildly as his body dropped lifelessly onto the cold floor.
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