(A/n): It's been a month since I last updated whoops, apologies for the wait ^^; and I hope this and the next part makes up for the delay!

Warnings: Violence and death

Jimin’s face is pale, white and drained of color, as Yoongi sits up in surprise at the revelation of the former’s ex-girlfriend’s sudden appearance and family ties. He drops down in a seat at your table, looking like he's seen a ghost.

Dragging his hand over his face with an exasperated sigh, he looks up suddenly and focuses on you. His eyes narrow at you, your body fidgeting nervously under his scrutinization in turn.

“You… Stay here, don’t you dare come out of here, stay here with Yoongi-hyung,” he gruffs out, the hardness in his irises leaving no room for any complaint. Not that you would complain, you had nothing against staying here with Yoongi instead of having to meet Jungmi again. After your rather discomforting encounter, you’d like to keep your space as Jimin does as well.

“If she barges into the room--” And just as those words flew from his mouth, the door swung open and Jungmi came in as though the tangible anxiety in the room was calling out to her. Behind her, Hoseok and Taehyung stood there nervously, cautiously glancing between the girl and their orange-haired co-worker.

Jimin disregards her abrupt entrance, quickly and quietly hissing into your ear, “Don’t you ing dare speak a word to her, don’t listen to her, and don’t look her way.”

The blonde beside you scoots closer, his presence and Jimin’s your only comfort as Jungmi smiles widely at the two men. She ignores you surprisingly, skipping leisurely up to the table with an innocent upturn of her lips that both men see through clearly.

“My dad-- er well Chief Ahn… he needs you both along with the others in his office now.”

Alarms are blaring now, flashing lights of emergency scarlet and blinding white, when the realization settles in that you’ll have to be left there in the employee lounge while the guys are all corralled into the chief’s office. You catch the panic that crosses over Jimin’s face, the latter shooting you a warning look when he huffs and nods. Yoongi lingers, squeezing your shoulder to convey his concern before placing his hand on your head and bringing you close enough to whisper into your ear.

“You can do it, we’ll be right back,” he says, ruffling your hair like he usually does before the guys are all stiffly entering the office of the division leader. For a second, his parting actions are relaxing until you hear the menacing scrape of the chair against the floor.

Jungmi situates herself across from you, a cryptic smile stretching across her glossed lips.

There’s a grotesque feeling of dread that settles in your stomach, swirling and twisting in anticipation of what she’s going to say.

She settles her elbow on the table, resting her chin atop her palm, and hazel orbs locked on your averted eyes. “Might as well warm up to me, yeah? I’m going to be here more often, detective in training.. Has a nice ring to it,” she hums finally, voice slicing through the palpable tension that clogs the atmosphere in the lounge, “...Hey, I’m not going to bite you.”

But you could, you think bitterly when you risk a glance upward, flinching when she instantly catches your gaze. You want nothing more than to get the hell out of there, this situation starting to look a lot like a dangerous game between a lioness and her gazelle. To your dismay, she’s seated right in front of the door, your only exit with no other means of escape.

“You’re a cute one,” Jungmi continues, raising her other hand to absent-mindedly glance over her manicured nails, “Absolutely adorable and innocent, blindly trusting and following Park Jimin - he’s a cute one as well - what a coincidence of you both to meet.”

Her eyes are piercing, like a snake, you could just imagine her skin crawling with iridescent scales, her caramel locks transforming into hissing little serpents, and her tongue growing in length and narrowness. And you, you’re the rodent, fear-stricken and petrified, as though the woman before you was Medusa herself.

“Jiminie, he’s a puzzle, yeah? A maze, and you’re determined to solve him, figure out the solution that will give way answers to the person that is Park Jimin.”

If it were possible, her smile grew and grew, growing even more bewitching than it already did.

“You want to know him, don’t you?” she taunted, the look in her eyes so knowing, as if she was reading you like an open book, “You want to know his past don’t you? Why is he so broken? Why does he keep pushing you away?”

As much as you’d like to tune her out, ignore the words that she’s spitting out, you’re truly tempted. What did she know? Did she know everything about Jimin? Was he so taken by her to the point that he’d let her in on his deepest darkest secrets?

“It’s not my place,” you say firmly, gnawing cautiously on your lower lip when you know deep down inside of you that you want to know, “If he wants me to know of his past, then he’ll tell it to me himself.”

“No denial,” she coos, “I could tell you, you know, the darkness that Park Jimin is so deeply delved in.”

Shut up, you think, but the words won’t form in your mouth.

“Such a man can’t be trusted,” she shakes her head slightly, a look of scolding on her expression, possibly scolding you even, for trusting Jimin. “He’s a dangerous man.”

Please, shut the up.

She sighs dreamily, inwardly smiling when she knows she’s got your attention, “His mother was a beautiful woman as well, heard she briefly dated my father... before Jimin brutally murdered her.”

What?

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He sat atop the kitchen counter, swinging his feet childishly as he eyes the sobbing male tied to the dining chair. Knelt down in front of him is the man’s lover, both eyes already gouged out leaving only the rugged and bloody bowels of her sockets. Her eyeballs are mangled and deformed in his gloved hands, her struggling giving the masked man a hard time until she finally out from the excruciating amount of pain.

Her breathing quickens, unable to see anymore, when ice-cold metal