-AN YEAR AGO-
“Jimin, I'm hungry.” Laying on the bed your stomach grumbled out of hunger, not even being flustered at the weird noises it made. “Take over isn’t possible today, I’ll have to go out and grab us something to eat.” Grabbing his coat he wears it. “Guess I’ll have to get it all alone.” Pouting at the thought of him traveling alone to the nearby street he scurried out of the house in a haste. “Be safe.” Hearing your words he foolishly smiled to himself.
“Yo Jimin!” He was stopped midway by his fellow teacher from the dance academy. “What is this dude doing here? Isn’t he afraid I’m part of the deadliest killers on this planet currently?” Ignoring him, he quickened his pace. “Hey! I know you heard me.” Gritting his teeth he mingles between the hustled crowd muttering a few curses along his way. “Gotta wear this quickly.” Wearing his mask, he stands in front of the restaurant.
“What would you like?” A man in his mid 40’s asked. “Rice, chicken curry and 3 bowls of ramyeon please.” Noting his order down he gestures to him to sit. Jimin shakes his head. “Could you parcel it, I’m in a hurry currently.” The older man nods, walking off to the kitchen to get his food. Sitting on a stray chair he huffed breathing in.
“Finally got you.” A head popped in front of him making him grumble in annoyance. “What do you want? Aren’t you aware of the scandals I’ve caused these past months and how dangerous I could be for you?”
John’s eyes depicted fear for a second nevertheless he maintained his composure sitting opposite to him placing a table in between them. Resting his palm on the wooden berk he waits for his ex-colleague to speak. “I'm here to thank you.” Tilting his head he raised his brow. “And why is that?” John clears his throat. “I don’t know if you remember or not, but once you and Y/N had saved a girl near a dark valley I’m her brother.”
Remembering that time Jimin rubs his neck. A smile drew on his face. Eyes forming crescent moon shapes. “It’s fine and I hope your sister is doing well now.” The man from earlier gives Jimin a plastic bag. He pays the bill standing up. John held his wrist. “She’s g-good.” He avoids his gaze, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“And why the hesitancy though?” Leaving his grip he bows at him running out. “Strange.” He muttered under his breath. Walking back to his house.
Seeing a huge crowd on the way he was confused. “Excuse me, why is there a mob here?” Stopping a lady he queried. “House 203 was attacked and blazed on fire. Apparently the lady in that house along with the man were found dead.”
“203?” Jimin’s breath hitched running out to his neighborhood, the food in his hand long fallen. The lady he spoke to was taken aback picking up the plastic bag. Getting a clue of what might have earned this reaction from him.
Pushing past the crowd he stood in front attempting to dash in. Policemen held him in place while the fire was being tried to put off. “You can’t go inside, there's nothing in there.” They convinced him. “No you’re wrong my wife’s in there let me save her.” Thrashing in their hold he shoves them off, running inside. None dared to step in, fire had enveloped the entire house.
“Y/N I’m here where are you? I’ll save you, don't be afraid. Are you upstairs?” In the name of the staircase was a broken piece of ledge that was destroyed and cramped. His house no longer was a home, A lady's body was seen in the kitchen. His steps carried him to that spot, recognising that familiar locket in the neck. “No it can’t be.” Placing the burnt body on his lap he lost all his will to live. Neither was the face recognisable nor any of its features.
“This can’t be my Y/N. She's a strong woman who could easily defeat death. We've made it out together this long. She can’t die I fucking know she can't.” Picking up the body in his arms he kept on consoling himself it wasn’t his wife. When in fact, everything pointed at one thing. It was your corpse. Walking out of the burnt house with the fire being semi-calmed. He shocked people. A stretcher was brought by the ambulance called over. They pitied his condition.
“Officer this isn’t my wife, could you send someone inside to search for her? She was sleeping in our bedroom before I went out to get us a meal. Maybe she's hiding somewhere waiting for me, out of hunger. Wait, where's the food?” Realization hit him. “Young man, here's your food you had dropped when you spoke to me.”
Jimin snatched it from her hand, showing it to the man in front of him. “Could you hurry up? It’s not safe there and she’s starving. She'll be angry at me and won’t speak. Her anger isn't very friendly. Why are you still standing here? Quick send someone inside. Aren't you an officer? Do your duty diligently.”
Gripping his collar he yelled at him. Others tried freeing him but Jimin wasn't ready to accept the reality.
“Sir we are sorry your wife isn’t alive anymore.” A harsh blow landed upon his face, his head hung low, blood painted the corner of his lips.
“Repeat that again and you’ll be dead. When I’m telling you she’s in there why the fuck won’t you believe me? Oh right! Y'all are junior officers, let me call him, he'll definitely agree with me.”
Fishing his phone out of his pocket dialing Taehyung’s number. A ring echoed as the crowd started making space.
“Tae, could you come over? My house caught fire and Y/N’S in there but these policemen ain’t helping me out.” His fingers were shaking, pleading with him. “Jimin,” Taehyung stood in front of him, his phone placed against his ear.
“Oh you’re here good, now let’s go inside and bring her out ok? Maybe she’s hiding inside the basement. You know she’s a smart lady right? Haha!”
Faking his laugh in the end he grabbed his arm pulling him along with him. The male however didn’t budge. “Jimin Y/N’S dead, you got her body out.” Shoving him he glared at his soulmate. “Are you out of your mind Tae? She’s your sister-in-law. Why will you say such indecisive words about her? Y/N would be disappointed with you.”
Taehyung hugged him crying, urging him to calm down. “Don’t torture yourself she wouldn’t like seeing you in this condition.” Jimin didn’t listen to any of his assurances. His statement rang in his ears.
“No she isn’t dead she’s in there I can feel that.” He mumbled to his best friend. Ignoring all those spectators' griefed stares. Taehyung instructed his subordinates to clear the place. Taking Jimin along with him to the hospital. Somewhere even he wanted to agree with Jimin and prove the body indeed wasn’t yours.
He sat on the chair emotionlessly praying the result should be negative. No matter what might be the end he wouldn’t accept it. His heart was beating rapidly. It meant you were alive or it would have already gone insane feeling uneasy without your presence. Maybe it was his way of declining the reality or a lover’s honest intuition. None knew the answer except for the man suffering through it himself. Taehyung paced back and forth in the hallways. Biting his nails out of frustrations.
“Officer Kim?” A nurse called him to come inside. He glanced at Jimin, who instantly shook his head. For he very well knew he’d cause ruckus in case the result wasn’t in his favor.
Taehyung saw the doctor’s grimace expression. Knowing the result already. “Officer Kim, the body belongs to Mr Park Jimin’s wife, we've confirmed it.” Bowing his head he thanks her before coming out with the reports.
“Jimin-” he showed his hand, not permitting him to speak. “I know the result already these people are fucking bribed I know she’s alive and I’ll find her. Fuck those reports.” Throwing the wheelchair he saw in front of his sight he ran out of the hospital.
Taehyung was afraid of his anger immediately following behind him. To his dismay Jimin was nowhere to be seen in his view. “Ugh where did he go?”
He thought of calling Yoongi. But quit on the idea since the male was newly married and was out on a sweet honeymoon with his wife there was no way he’d wanna destroy his happiness.
Nonetheless, was it really the time to celebrate? When their friend’s life and world was destroyed completely. Hesitantly dialing Yoongi’s number he waited for him to answer. The call was answered only to hear cries. “No this isn’t fucking true she can’t die.” From those hiccups he knew it was his Hyung.