all mine | pjm

The morning of the "big plan" you couldn't even think for few seconds before panicking.

"Kill Park Jimin."

How? How could you ever take a life?

How could you take Jimin's life?

Your mother, Jimin, and your own. All lives hanging on strings, which one are you going to cut. How are you even going to cut?

You begin to feel your chest heave and immediately get out of bed, Hana's somehow deep asleep, blissful. Already too familiar with this world.

You very carefully crack open the door to the room, it's too early in the morning, the mansion is still pitch black, the sun has yet to rise.

You look back into the room at Hana, whose graciously wrapped up in the heavy sheets.

Before you can hesitate, you step out of the room and close the door very gently, exhaling after you do so.

You stare out into the hall, a large marble table being the center piece, with a large bouquet of flowers decorating it.

How ironic. A well decorated mansion, the home of a cartel.

You wonder if Jimin grew up here, if some of these decorations were his mothers choices, or of this house came after the father betrayed all of them.

You can't begin to imagine, and start to slowly walk around, trying to figure your way around, your eyes adjusted to the dark.

The house is cold, your large shirt and pajama shorts not enough to protect you.

You walk towards the wide set of stairs, and carefully step down the stairs, looking around you every few seconds in paranoia.

When you reach the ground floor, you look to your left to see a small crack in one of the doors, and then heat a few fumbles of sounds and your heart stops.

You panic and start to turn back towards the stairs, making it a few steps up before a voice stops you.

"Couldn't sleep?" the voice is raspy, heavy with sleep, but you can already recognize it.

You turn to face him, and he smiles, you can still see the sparkle of his jeweled teeth.

"No, I couldn't." you say in a low voice.

Beom nods, still smiling, he looks down for a mowing as if to gather his thoughts and then looks back at you.

"Come, let's have a drink." he nudges his head towards the door he just came out of.

What the fuck do you do in this situation?

"It's rude to reject a direct invitation." he then adds when he sees you have not moved, slight undertone of threat in his words.

You don't say anything else, and walk back down, stopping to stand right in front of him.

He looks at you for a few more seconds before walking into what you now see is the kitchen, a black marble heaven with a few accents of a eye-blinding silver.

The counters are beautiful, the wood of the cabinets almost black, complimenting the dark marble countertops perfectly.

On one of the counters you see a champagne glass with a large glass bottle by it, where Beom has been drinking before you interrupted.