Chapter 11: The Storm Breaks

The shriek of tires on asphalt was the prelude to chaos. Jungkook’s motorcycle, a snarling beast moments before, was now silent, abandoned as he flung himself from the saddle. The helmet, a metallic skull, remained clutched in his hand as he launched himself at Jimin’s front door, a whirlwind of barely contained fury.

Each blow of his fist was a thunderclap, punctuated by the dull thud of the helmet against the aging wood.

“Open this goddamn door, you midget—” The words were choked, raw, a guttural growl barely containing the storm brewing within him.

The carefully constructed facade of control, the mask he’d worn for so long, shattered into a million pieces, revealing the terrifying vortex of rage and desperation that consumed him. He kicked the door, a brutal assault that made the wood groan in protest. The usually peaceful neighborhood stirred, hushed whispers and concerned glances peeking from behind drawn curtains. But Jungkook was oblivious, a force of nature unleashed, consumed by a terrifying blend of fear and blinding anger.

“I said open the fucking door!” he growled, kicking the door as best as he can.

The door finally gave way with a splintering crack, revealing Jimin standing in the doorway, his face a mask of weary resignation. The calm was deceptive, a thin veneer barely concealing the underlying tension.

“Calm down, dude─”

It shattered the instant Jungkook’s fist connected with Jimin’s jaw, the impact sending him sprawling to the floor. Jungkook didn’t hesitate, didn’t even glance back at the fallen figure. He surged into the house, a destructive force tearing through the fragile peace.

“Taehyung!” His voice echoed through the rooms, a desperate, frantic cry.

His search was a frenzied demolition derby. Vases, once filled with carefully arranged flowers, exploded into a shower of shattered porcelain. The elegant glass coffee table, a testament to Jimin's refined taste, crunched under his boots, its fragments scattering like fallen stars. He stormed upstairs, a hurricane of fury, flinging open doors with brutal disregard, his eyes wild with a terror that fueled his rage. Each room was a battlefield, ravaged by his uncontrolled fury.

Then, he found him. Taehyung lay on the bed, lost in a deep, untroubled sleep. The sight, meant to bring relief, instead amplified Jungkook’s fear tenfold. He knelt beside the bed, his hand trembling as he gently shook Taehyung’s shoulder. 

“Taehyung,” he whispered, his voice cracking, a fragile thread against the roar of his inner turmoil. “Hyung… I'm here. Please wake up.” Taehyung’s soft snores were a cruel mockery of the turmoil raging within Jungkook, a stark contrast to the desperate need to see Taehyung’s eyes open, to hear his voice, to feel the reassuring weight of his presence.

The sudden intrusion of Jimin’s voice shattered the fragile calm.

“He's right here, officer.  Please arrest him. He's been causing chaos, harassing me, trespassing.” The chillingly calm tone was in contrast to the devastation surrounding them.

The arrival of the police was swift and efficient, their presence a stark contrast to the emotional storm raging within the house.

“Stop right there! Get on the ground!” Jungkook, still focused on Taehyung, barely registered their presence.

His world was narrowed down to the sleeping figure on the bed, his pleas a desperate mantra. “Taehyung, Hyung, please wake up,” he pleaded, his voice barely a breath, a whisper lost in the rising tide of chaos.

The officers moved to restrain him, their hands rough against his skin, their actions a jarring intrusion into his already fractured reality. He fought back, his strength fueled by panic and a desperate, primal need to protect Taehyung, to shield him from whatever unseen threat had brought him to this state. 

“Let me go!” he roared, his teeth gritted, his muscles straining against the weight of the officers, his voice a desperate, raw cry against the encroaching darkness.

“I said, stop!” The warning came with another forceful push, the metallic click of handcuffs a final, crushing blow.

Pulled to his feet, his neck roughly grasped by an officer, Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Jimin. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision, blurring the lines between rage, grief, and desperate helplessness.

“What did you do to him?!” he demanded, his voice thick with unshed tears and barely contained fury.

Jimin’s only response was a whispered comment, a cruel twist of the knife, as Jungkook was dragged past him. “I'll take care of him.”

The smirk playing on Jimin’s lips was a cruel mockery of Jungkook’s despair. 

His desperate pleas, his anguished cries of “No, no, no! Please, I'm begging you, let me go! Please, Hyung, wake up!” were swallowed by the slamming of the front door, leaving him with only the echo of his own heartbreak.

“I don't think he'll stay any longer in the prison, though,” one of the officers commented.

“Doesn't matter; they better investigate him. I'm sure they will find out the secret of his life,” Jimin retorted.

“Well, if they could connect him to some sort of unsolved cases, there might be a possibility that would happen.”

“There would be a lot, I'm sure that bastard has done most terrible things a human being could think of.” Jimin muttered. “once he was out of my way, it'll be easy to get rid of him without dirtying my hands with his blood.” he added.

“Don't forget that his parents had influence on the government, so don't be surprised if you find out he'll be out in a day.”

“I know; I just need him to be at least out of my sight for at least a day; that would be enough for me. Besides, as long as I have Taehyung on my side, I don't care about anything anymore,” Jimin then glanced at Taehyung, who was still asleep.

“What are you going to do with him?”

“Nothing, for now, I just want him to be here. I'm afraid Taehyung would hate me even more if he found out what happened,” Jimin sneered.

“Whatever you say, then,”

The officer then left Jimin's house and Jimin sat down on the edge of the bed where Taehyung was and took his hand, pecking the back of it.