ENIGMA | JIMIN

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Quickly Hoseok raises both his hands in surrender.

He’s been in the mafia long enough to know that when face to face with an opponent much stronger than he was and it was best to suck balls until he made it out alive even if it means either lying his way out like a snake or worse, all that mattered was that he needed to survive at all costs.

“Look, it was his idea. He was the one who came here and told me to get my men after her, I didn’t…” he starts but shuts his mouth as Taehyung simply pauses as he reaches him, slips his hands into his pocket and leans forward looking Hoseok right in the eye.

The more they keep eye contact the more Hoseok tries to force his gaze away but can’t.

He feels himself sinking into the flames flickering in the eyes of the man before him and the heat begins to the crawl up his skin.

Taehyung leans in “where is she?” he asks deeply and Hoseok’s mind races.

“I don’t know” he says and he watches as a sneer creeps its way to Taehyung’s lips.

“A false witness will not go unpunished, and whoever pours out lies will perish” he says and Hoseok’s eyes widen, a deep chill down his back.

Did Taehyung just recite him a bible verse?

Taehyung brushes past him to the seat close to the balcony.

The energy in the room is dense and hot, no one bothers to move as they all watch Taehyung as he sweeps his long robe back and takes a seat, leans back in the chair and elegantly crosses his leg over the other and his hand under his chin, eyes glued to Jimin’s immobile body.

“Tae…” Hoseok whispers and Taehyung’s jaw clenches.

“I will deal with you later but for now I have far more crucial matters to attend to” he says deeply and calmly.

Hoseok glances at his men still kneeling and then back at Taehyung.

“And can we know what that is?” Hoseok asks and clears his throat.

“I mean we can help…” he says trying to negotiate but Taehyung lips curl into a snakelike smirk before he releases an almost amused chuckle.

“Please I’m in no mood to be amused” Taehyung says waving the idea aside gracefully with his hand.

“I need to mentally prepare for him” he mutters with his cheek in his palm.

He watches Jimin’s passed out body eyes lowered.

“Am I the only one seeing a dead body?” Hoseok mumbles under his breath only to earn a snicker of amusement in return from Taehyung.

'Trust me, he’s not dead” he mutters all amusement gone from his face.

FLASHBACK

A 12-year-old Park Jimin hums quietly to himself, his notebooks carefully settled under his arm, his soft heeled footsteps slowly make their way through the large and long Park Mansion halls, heading towards the library.

“Good evening Mr. Park”
Jimin nods, a practiced demeanor taking over him as his body appears inviting and sympathetic in the eyes of those around him.