[PJM] Cute or COLD? A Park Jimin Horror story

Maybe

Once Taehyung drags the last trainee out the door, Yoongi slumps down at the table himself. Min Oh almost throws the file down on the table and, turns around, leaning on the back wall, his lower back aching in relief for the support that it had been craving.

5 hours.

5 hours they had spent without a break, asking the exact same and different questions to the trainees.

Believe it or not, it takes a lot of energy to be intimidating, even for Yoongi, whose generally quite a quiet person.

The door swings open and Taehyung enters, with a look on his face that can make anyone quiver; kicking the door, which makes a loud bang as it flies closed, the expression immeadiatley falling of his face as the door clicks closed, and is replaced by a expression of tiredness.

He comes to the table and eases himself on it, before lying starfish like on the table, legs spread just centimetres in front of Yoongi's face.

"Yah Taehyung-ah, if your gonna lie like that, at least get your balls out my face." He says tiredly.

Taehyung heaves a big sigh before rolling of the table onto the floor.

"Oh my God I have the worst headache ever."

Min Oh suddenly exclaims.

"Well get used to it. We ain't gonna stop until we find the fuckers who almost killed Jimin."

Yoongi spits.

"Hyung?"

Both Min Oh and Yoongi's eyes slide toward Taehyungs direction, whose out of sight, still on the floor.

"Which one?"

The doctor says.

"Both of you."

"What is it?"

"Is Jiminie gonna die?"

"Taehyung-ssi....."

"Taehyung, we have the best doctors in the world helping Jimin. Don't worry about him. He'll survive. He's a fighter."

Yoongi assures the young officer.

Min Oh nods in agreement.

"But what if he does d-"

"Yah Kim Taehyung! If he does die, I'll personally kill all the doctors myself."

Yoongi says before suddenly grabbing a knife from his belt and hurling it to the opposite wall, the knife sinking in all the way to the hilt.

"Got it?"

"Got it."

"Hey, you guys must be hungry. Let's go to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving."

"As always." Taehyung remarks as Yoongi pushes his chair back and goes to the opposite wall, yanking his knife out and putting it back into his belt.

Minho moves toward the door and the other two wordlessly make their way to him. The doctor opens the door and steps out, holding the door open for them.

The youngest of the bunch closes the door behind him and follows his hyungs who have already started to walk to the elite staff cafeteria.

---TIME SKIP---
A fork is stabbed into a innocent meatball and tomato soup is splattered on the table.

"Yah, don't get tomato on your uniform you pabo. Namjoon won't be impressed."

Min Oh tells the lieutenant pointedly.

"Oh fuck Namjoon. Since when did I care about what Namjoon says?"

"Oh maybe since he's our leader? Maybe since he is the one person who kept us from falling apart all those years ago? Maybe since he believed you at a time when no else did, even though he could of gotten killed for that? Maybe because he took you in despite everything? Or maybe because-"

Yoongi jumps out of his seat and unclicks the safety on his gun and points it at the youngers head, all in a split second.

"-You know you are nothing without Namjoon, and you'd be dead by now, if it wasn't for Namjoon."

Taehyung says, without a hint of fear in his voice.

Yoongi breathes heavily unmoving.

Min Oh sits silently and politely pretends that the event unfolding in front of him isn't happening.

The officer simply raises an eyebrow at the person who holds his life in his hands.

And that's all it takes.

Yoongi quickly flips the safety of his gun back on and holsters it, before turning & briskly walking out the door.

Taehyung says nothing, but he just goes back to his food.

"You know, I was sort if bracing myself for a bullet removal and a bit of hard-core CPR."

"He wouldn't of shot me. He can't. He knows what would of happened if he did."

"Namjoon would kill him?"

"That and something else."

"What?"

"The memories of his past would of come back for him, and once that happens, guess what the only thing he'll be feeling is?"

"I dunno?"

"Regret."