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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga,
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Min_Yoongi_|
      Suga, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Namjoon_|
      Rap_Monster, Original_Female_Character(s), Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon
      Jungkook
  Additional Tags:
      killer_yoongi, trans_jhope, Threesome, Writer_Taehyung, Growing_Up,
      Angst, Smut, adding_tags_as_I_go, unstable_mind, Gore, Top_Yoongi,
      Confused_Yoongi, Non_Idol_AU, serial_killer_au, Homophobia, Implied/
      Referenced_Drug_Use, Falling_In_Love, Body_Worship, Horror, i_will_tag
      more_later_i_guess, orphan_yoongi, Non-Consensual_Voyeurism, Attempted
      Rape/Non-Con, Character_Death, Bondage, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Mutilation,
      Suspense, Bloodplay, Stalking, Romance, Recreational_Drug_Use, Multiple
      Personalities, Insanity, Mind_Manipulation
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-27 Updated: 2018-03-21 Chapters: 6/? Words: 100439
****** MONSTER ******
by adamglammi
Summary
     I'm Min Yoongi and I have a pretty interesting story for you.
     In your life, you must have heard of various murder and rape victims
     telling you how they got kidnapped and tortured.
     So let's change things up.
     I'm going to show you how the mind of a psycho killer works.
     It should be pretty easy to show it to you... considering it's about
     me.
Notes
     so hey guys!
     this is my second fic here. i have already posted this on AFF.
     PLEASE READ THE TAGS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
     this fic has rape, homophobia, drug use, character death and
     everything messed up.
     this is a very dark fic when compared to my other fic but i love dark
     concepts more.
     well apart form that, i hope you enjoy my fucked up mind!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** SEOKJIN *****
                SONG: Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! at the Disco
 
I have always been this way.
Min Yoongi, 11 and officially an orphan for 3 years. I couldn’t add much more
to those few measly words at that time of my life. I was just a nobody. I
didn’t have any friends, no family and no one to love. Life didn’t matter much
to me. I was just another orphaned kid among many others and no one cared to
even teach me about manners causing me to be socially mute and isolated.  
It wasn’t like I felt much loved before that either though. It was fine. It
still is.
I didn't mind my dad coming home dead drunk, anger seen on his face from miles
away just to hit my poor old hooker of a mother. It was such a route thing. I
had seen kids from my school have the same problem in their family and yet I
was the one who turned out to be fucked in the head. I had long since forgiven
my father because it was because of him that I got to experience a cold
pleasure which no one could ever understand. It was just meant for me alone.
Frankly I enjoyed my mother get beaten until her face turned bloody for some
reason. I didn't know at that time that I was experiencing the sweet pleasure
of the sin. Sometimes I wished I could have inflicted that pain upon her just
to experience that.
My mother hit me every day despite me being good or bad. It didn't matter to
her if I had gotten in a fight or had gotten excited about winning the soccer
match that day, the hits would be a daily thing.
Who knew a prostitute could punch someone hard enough to break their
ribs...well the coffee table did most of that job but the pain was still
immensely terrifying.
I was left to heal by myself in my room for 5 months after that. Hospital was
too expensive and my parents didn’t give a shit about their son. They would
even forget about me being in my room and crying out for them on day they would
get too high on drugs. They had even put those drugs in me just to shut me up.
At the time, I would puke out my guts and cry hard until I passed out on the
mattress, sweat covering my body which was shaking.
Sometimes I wonder why they had me in the first place. I would have been
happier dead than alive. I would have preferred to be numb to that much pain,
the one on my body and on my heart. Such pain had consumed me and I would spit
poison anytime I would talk in school. 
Death hadn’t been a new subject to me considering my mother killed the puppy I
was raising for 3 months because it got in her way with her bare hands. 
Wishing that someday my mother would just kill me and be done with it would
make things feel much better.  It was better than knowing that my own mother
hated me.
For me, such thoughts seemed normal. Fucked up childhood does that to you.
Many of my birthdays passed without me even realizing them because I was too
busy crying myself to sleep because the pain kept getting bigger as I began to
fill into the oversized shirts my mother threw at my face. The constant bruises
on my face, my bused lip had gotten my teacher on her toes and she had asked an
officer to check up on me a couple of times. Every single time, my father would
let the officer fuck my mother to keep our domestic child abuse a secret.
My mother’s moans, the officer’s grunts and my father’s command to keep my eyes
open to see my mother fuck hat officer are still buried deep in my mind. It’s
not something a father should show his 6 year old son.
 
 
THAT day came unexpectedly.
I was in my room trying to stich my torn bag with a needle after having
punctured my finger a million times when I heard the loud ear deafening scream.
it was mom. I had listened to her screams too many times and so I ignored the
fight going on downstairs until the clashes and the cries got louder.
Curious as to why my father would even let her speak out so loudly, I went down
the stairs. It didn’t take long before I saw my mother hurled across the room
and onto the floor, blood dripping down her forehead.
I took a step back in fear of my father noticing me but he was too drunk, his
focus only on my mother. He swung the bottle in his hand on her and she was
groaning on the floor, desperately begging him to stop. He got on top of her
and curled his fingers around her slender neck and then tightened the grip.
For the every first time, my innocent eyes had seen a real breathing person die
in front of me and I was filled with rage. I could see that my mother had seen
me; she was trying to reach out to me who was hiding in the dark shadow near
the stairs. I saw her cry and then choke until she finally passed away. It was
the only time in my life that I had ever seen my mother look at me with such
love and compassion. 
Anger couldn’t be the name given to the emotion I felt when I saw my father
smile at my mother’s dead body and then spit on her. It was murderous rage and
I picked up the only old vase in our house and then smacked it on the back of
my own father’s head.
I didn’t know that he would fall down on one of the broken pieces from the vase
and it penetrated his skull, killing him instantly. I wanted him to suffer a
bit longer.
For a good 15 minutes, I didn’t even know that both my parents were dead until
the blood from my father’s wound slipped beneath my feet and stained the carpet
my mother so loved.
Killing your father with a vase to the head wasn't apparently a big thing
considering I was only 7. They didn't see me as a threat because it was self-
defense….well that’s what they thought.  They didn’t see me as a kid who got so
angry that he killed his own father willingly.
In a way it was self-defense I guess because once my mother, his stress relief
was dead, I would be his next soft target. I would even cry out louder and beg
more when he would hit me because I was so young.
I didn't know I was such a soothsayer.
 
 
It was a Friday morning when I first saw Seokjin. He was outside the small
church near the city center and giving out bread to everyone and it was not
necessary to say that he was so beautiful, almost as pretty as a girl but his
boyish features were still evident. He was in a pure neatly tucked white shirt
with suspenders, black shorts, shiny shoes and his hair combed to perfection.
His eyes sparkled whenever he smiled with those rosy lips and I was awestruck.
He was so gorgeous; I wanted him all to myself. It was an obsession I drowned
into. He was fucking ethereal.
I just wanted to fucking meet him and talk to him but when I went to the
orphanage and looked at myself, I blanched because even I wouldn’t look at me.
I looked at my own clothes which were ragged, torn and smelly but it was the
best the orphanage had to offer. They had a lot of kids to take care of and
their basic goal was to keep us alive not keep our live luxurious.
I tried to tuck in my shirt to hide the holes on the hem of it and used the
water from the fountain to set my dry and frizzled hair in place. I even took a
long nice bath for before meeting him. He was the only one who made it worth
the effort.
When satisfied, I walked to the church with a nervous smile. I had not felt
such an excitement in a very long time and my closed off heart finally began to
feel nervous when I got near the building.
I tilted my head to look at the church bells which would annoyingly ring on
Sunday mornings. On several occasions it had woken up the resident s of the
house I was stealing from. But it was a good place to gain some cash on a
Sunday because everyone becomes fucking religious after a day at the church but
meet them the next day and they are a different person entirely.
I blame it all on a man’s inability to choose. We are never satisfied by one
thing and keep changing ourselves. Everyone says change is good and people do
try hard to become good but even if we try to change ourselves, the old
personality always gets too tempting and pulls us back into what we all call
demonic.
I learned to accept and take pride in my demonic appetite. Although cruel, at
least I wasn’t lying to myself. I remained true to what I loved and did
everything to gain it. The method didn’t matter. Life was too short for that.
It was a Sunday morning and I wouldn’t really be awake and this excited but the
occasion had demanded a change in my personality.
I hesitantly walked into the church along with the crowd of people barging in
to get good seats and I felt a little uncomfortable.  This wasn’t a place I
would have ever thought about visiting.
I had never been to a church before because why the fuck should I?? There isn't
a God.
I just wanted to see Seokjin who was sitting in the front row and helping the
priest. I was shocked when the priest called for Jin and he replied with “yes,
Appa. I’m coming.”
It was pretty funny how he was the priest’s son and I was the definition of the
devil back in my orphanage.  The caretaker or anyone for a matter of fact just
plain hated me. I didn’t blame them…I hated me too.
I gathered my courage and went inside and sat in the front so that I could see
Jin looking at his father during the message and singing along with the choir.
I was content and happy to have not been thrown out the building yet but I had
my doubts. This kind of happiness didn’t last for long in my life.
The service was over and yet I was still inside...what a miracle! Guess god
really did exist and he was on my side!
I slowly got off my chair still a lot fascinated by the lights, the decorations
but what grabbed my utmost attention was the statue of a man on a cross,
bleeding. His hands and feet were nailed and he had a crown of thorns around
his head.
I didn’t understand why they made a statue of such a horrifying scene. It was a
scene of betrayal, torture and murder but being the child I was, I didn’t know
it also represented sacrifice and forgiveness.
Suddenly I felt someone tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Jin holding a
basket with bread and he handed me some. It was my first time ever receiving
food from someone outside. I was so excited and dazed that I didn't notice Jin
leaving. It was truly such a heavenly experience to see this person so close to
me. I had only ever noticed him from far but when he was near me, his scent,
his eyes, his smile and his hair….oh god!
I stayed around a bit longer to gather some information and came to know that
Seokjin was a year older than me, he hates apples and his birthday was coming
up the next week which reminded me that mine had just passed 2 weeks before
that. I was 12 even without knowing it…fancy that.
I would go to church everyday regardless and Jin would still be there praying
or singing. His voice was soothing. I would go and listen to him slowly hum or
sing along and all the stress I had and all the mean words would be out the
window and I would feel so light but the end of it all. He truly seemed like an
angel when he would sing his heart out to some God up there. With his voice,
I'm sure even the laziest of God's would be up and dancing. He had that power
in him.
After the end of every day, Jin would mile at the crowd and people would pat
his back proudly and I so wanted to touch him but I could never find myself get
up from the last seat in the church to go to him. My heart would beat rapidly
before I would run away from there blush heating my face.
It was finally Jin’s birthday and I had prepared something very special for
him. I made him a bouquet of flowers which grew in the garden of the
orphanage’s neighbor. I was fairly impressed to have stolen the flowers which
were precious to the owner. They said that only a man with real balls could
only pluck those flowers and look; I made Jin a whole bouquet. The owner always
carried a gun around and he threatened to shoot anyone who got near his garden
and his flowers.
I was so happy to have plucked those flowers right off the soil until I came to
know that the owner of the house had killed his wife and buried her in that
same garden. The police only came to know about that when the owner made a huge
fuss about how someone had plucked off his flowers. They came to his house
because he was screaming and yelling at everyone to see what was going on and
when he refused the help, they got suspicious. I became the reason he got
arrested and then hanged for murder.
I gripped the sweet smelling flowers in my hand and shifted from one leg to
another before finally leaving the flowers near the door and then turning
around to dash away when I rang the bell because no way on earth could I face
him so soon. Unfortunately my shoe laces were untied and I tripped right there
falling to my face while the door opened.
Extremely panicked and scared I turned to see Jin smiling at me and smelling
the flowers. He beamed at me and said in his uniquely cute voice “thank you so
much, uh?”
“Yoongi. My name is Min Yoongi. I’m 12 and I just wanted to wish you.”I said
blushing and getting up.
“That's so nice if you, Yoongi. I’m very happy. This is my first gift this
year. Thanks.”Jin said as he walked closer to me.
“Good...I'm glad you like it. Won't I get my reward?”I asked feeling a little
cocky.
“Oh god... where do you want the party? Whose friend are you??”Jin asked and
that was when I realized that he thought I gave him the gift so that I could
make him buy me food.
“No I... I was thinking that my reward could be a little personal.” A kiss…that
was what I wanted so I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his waist,
pulling him close.
“Umm... Yoongi, what are you doing?”  Jin asked and his voice was shaky and a
little defensive so I pulled away and smirked.
“Scared ya, didn't I??”I said and Jin scoffed.
“Wh-...uhh ...yeah! You totally fooled me. Look my heart is racing like
crazy.”Jin said now laughing more freely and then he took my hand and placed it
over his chest…the first time he ever touched me and I felt like electricity
passed through my body.
“Yeah it is….it’s is so beautiful.”I said and I knew my expression had gone
soft.
Just then Jin's mom called to him and he quickly bid me farewell and ran back
inside. It was my first ever gift to anyone and Jin was totally worth it all.
He was worth happiness.
 
 
After that Jin and I kept on seeing each other on several occasions. More often
than not considering how I practically stalked him all the time.  I had the
balls to pluck those flowers but not the balls to go and talk to Jin again. I
turned shy and would blush and run away than go and talk to him but it only
made Jin want to approach me more. I came to know of the ‘playing hard to get
strategy’ then.
We slowly started to open up more thankfully because we were of almost the same
age and Jin was an easier person to talk to. We would spend a lot of time
together just goofing around and Jin would try his best to make me come to
church. It was pretty rewarding though, to see Jin bend over to clean and i
would get a wonderful view of his ass which became the reason for my constant
hard on’s.
It wasn't only sexual attraction though. I really liked Jin, maybe even loved
him. His smile would make all my worries about school go away, he could just
offer me a sweet and I would be smiling all day long like a creep caring people
yet again because it was so contrast to my usual grumpy expression. I had that
angry and grumpy expression for so long, they think it's tattooed on my skin.
It was a nice summer afternoon that day. I was as usual stalking my beautiful
prey and I had to ditch 3 classes just to walk all the way from my run down
school to Jin’s elite one. It was almost the end of lunch so I could happily
see Jin pack up and then go to wash his hands. I smiled when I saw the sight of
my angel near the tree finishing up his lunch.
It was going well until I saw a girl go near him. I frowned when I saw Jin get
up and adjust his hair in front of the girl who was way too short in front of
him, her black curly hair covering her pretty face up. The both of them were
blushing a cute shade of pink and the people around were smiling at them
knowingly.
Suddenly everyone around them started to cheer them on and Jin hugged that girl
and I felt my blood boil with anger. She had just confessed to him and he had
accepted.
How fucking dared she!! Seokjin only belonged to me.
I had seen enough horror shows to see how the culprit tortures his victim but
Hana, Jin's now girlfriend was going to get a different taste of it all. She
was going to get something special for trying to steal Jin away from me.
I wanted to show her that my obsession wasn’t the ordinary type.
I….really didn't know that Hana was inside when I set her house on fire. The
car wasn’t there so I had just assumed that they weren’t home but Hana had
stayed back listening to her music in her room not noticing that I had sneaked
into the house and set the hall on fire. I was out, watching the house get
engulfed in the hot red fire when I heard the screams. I looked to the window
of the upper floor and saw Hana trying to open the jammed shutter of her
window.
Hot and alone…it suited her well.  I watched with amused eyes as she got burned
by the fire. I ran off to the wall and jumper over it when I heard the sirens
come way too late.  It was a shame I couldn’t see her burnt body get dragged
away in the ambulance.
Something good did come out if this all though, Jin hugged me tightly and cried
on my shoulder. He asked me to never leave him. He held me tight and I hugged
him too because when else would I ever be able to get this close?
“I'm not planning to leave you either.”I replied with a smile and Jin thanked
me. I wiped away his tears and he cuddled next to me while he slept on his bed.
I so wanted to kiss is lips while I watched him sleep all night long but then
decided not to. I wanted him to be awake when I would kiss him.
 
 
Jin’s father wasn't all impressed with Jin spending so much time with me. Jin
would invite me over, we would have sleep overs and silly wrestling matches
where I would take my chance to grab Jin’s ass or brush my hand against Jin’s
crotch as an excuse. Jin’s father saw it all and I didn’t really care about his
glare because at the end of the day, I was the one making Jin smile and not
him. He believed that my intentions were bad.  Well he wasn't all wrong but he
caught on much sooner than I thought.
Clever asshole.
He didn't say much and I was glad he didn’t because if he tried to separate me
from Jin, I didn’t mind burning another house down.  I made sure to send enough
death stares at the man for him to retreat before saying much.
Jin would still sneak out just to meet me which only made my infatuation with
him grow. He would treat me special, talk to me in his sweet little voice and
show me so much care which made my obsession about him even more addicting.
My cute rebel did everything I asked from simple pranks to stealing or
‘borrowing’ as I would like to say. It wasn't much and we had a lot of fun so
even Jin didn't mind.
my favorite memory with jin was when we had went to the little lake near his
house and just sat there playing in the water all day and eating watermelons.
We swam, caught bugs and then played tag until we were tired as hell. I saw
Jin’s face glow under the soft setting sunlight and I didn’t know how he saw me
but he trusted me. That I knew.
 
 
My first kiss with him was sudden.
I was sitting near the church waiting for him to come. I had just had a fight
with a bunch of bullies and even though they were all on the ground, they had
managed to land few good bloody punches at me. They didn’t really have a reason
to pick a fight with me. They just said that they didn’t like my face and I
answered them with a punch to the face…there, now nobody will like their face.
Jin came out and sneaked to the back where I was waiting because of course I
got tired of church and I would only snooze in there which Jin hated. Jin
screamed out my name and came running to me and immediately checked for my
injuries. My lip was cut, left cheek was swollen and forehead was cut and
bleeding.
Jin reached for the neatly washed and folded handkerchief in his pocket and
started to clean my wound after wetting the cloth with water from the fountain.
I was blushing and extremely happy because Jin loved that handkerchief which
was a gift from his grandmother but now he was using the same thing on me. He
hated it if it ever got even a speck of dust on it and now he was cleaning my
blood with it.
Sweet caring Jinnie.
I couldn't stop myself. He was so close to my face, his fingers in hair and the
tears in his eyes was too tempting and so I leaned and kissed his red lips and
he stilled.
I took his silence as an encouragement and pulled him closer deepening the
kiss. Despite my own lips hurting me, the taste of Jin's lips was getting me
excited. I was so lost in kissing that I didn't realize that he wasn't kissing
back.
I was so turned on and unknowingly I bit onto his bottom lip drawing blood
causing him to yelp and he pushed me so that I fell to the ground scraping my
elbow.
“Are you mad?! How could you kiss me Yoongi? I thought you were my friend and
this….I’m not gay! I hate gay people and they are disgusting. How could you
even think I could ever….fuck!”
It was the first time I heard Jin curse. He sounded so angry, so offended by
everything. The trust I had seen in his eyes once was shattered to pieces and I
could feel our relationship falling apart and I only had myself to blame.
How could I have been so fucking stupid?
For the very first time I had cried that day because the sheer disgust on Jin's
face told me how much he hated it...how much he hated me. I could believe that
I made Jin hate me. When I loved him, I dint even think of the fact that were
both boys and that he was a religious kid. I just fell in love…I always thought
love didn’t have any boundaries.
I wanted to tell him how I had beaten up bullies who bullied him, how I had
gotten rid of the cat that had scratched his arm once, how I threatened to rape
the girl who tried to confess to jin. I wanted him to know how much I loved him
and how it was okay for two boys to love each other.
 
 
I couldn't fathom the true extent of his anger when he ignored me continuously
for 2 weeks. For two weeks I couldn’t talk to Jin, couldn’t make eye contact
and I felt like dying every single second without him. I couldn't stay without
him any longer and so I went to his house and waited outside behind the wall.
I saw him come back with his family and after about 10 minutes, I saw him
opening the window of his room. i frowned when i saw him look around and then
he jumped off the window and landed safely on the round and ran from there not
knowing that I had witnessed it. He had his dark hoodie on, his face was
covered with a mask and his hands were tucked in the pocket of his jeans. I
followed after him and he kept moving to the darker and dangerous part of the
town...the place where I grew up and lived.
For a moment I really thought that he was coming to meet me but then Jin went
and met up with some of the older boys and I came to know that he had been
hanging out with the Blood 13 gang because he had a fried there. This friend
was a useless guy who sold drugs and I didn’t want Jin to be associated with
him.
Blood 13 were the underworld gang run by Kai Hiwari who was their leader. Any
illegal business had Kai’s name attached to it like a tail to an animal. He was
the one man everyone feared and the police couldn’t even get a scent f him let
alone a picture of him. In the part of the town where I lived, everyone knew
Kai they knew his face, the scar extending down his arms was clearly more than
enough to recognize him from miles away. The scar and the tattoos weren’t the
only thing freaky about him though.
He was, in a way, an inspiration to me because he had killed his parents at the
age of 9 and then didn't stop after because he realized that things can be done
so easily that way. People listened to a man with a knife more quickly than
they listened to a man with a pen in his hand. Even at the age of 36, people
feared him and he had done this all by himself. He had the same intimidating
aura around him and he had done this all single handedly. No one could ever
compare to him in power and cruelty and that was quite admirable for me.
Now the problem was that Jin had gotten himself involved with the man somehow.
I didn't have a good history with the Blood 13. They always picked fights with
me that would end in a tie or with me winning. Being an orphan also makes you
easy targets to bully apparently. It was generally the weaker ones of the group
picking the fights juts to release all their frustrations but still I was
pretty infamous to always get up in their hair.
So when I saw Jin with those people, it meant that I had to face them again to
get him back but if was for jin, I would kill a thousand people and my count
had already started. Jin was involved with the older boys of the Blood 13 which
meant I was at a disadvantage. They were bigger, tougher and meaner which would
be a challenge altogether. Regardless I waited for it to get dark to take Jin
back.
At around 6 in the evening, I started to worry because Jin had still not gone
home. Worried for the love of my life, I decided to sneak in. It wasn't until I
was almost too deep into the small club that I found Jin. He was sitting shyly
with the other boys who were stroking his cheeks or touching his thighs too
much.
I didn't like that at all.
One particular guy kept on leaning on Jin and even though he tried to push the
guy away, he kept coming back and disturbed whatever Jin was doing. He was
putting his arm around Jin and trying to bury his nose in Jin’s neck and Jin
tried to look for his friend who was busy watching the strippers dance.
Seeing Jin so troubled didn't settle well with my lovesick heart and in no time
I took out the wrench I had found in the tools shop outside and I attacked the
guy disturbing Jin. There was an uproar as the strippers ran away from there
with whatever money they could find on the dirty floor and the bartender ran
away as soon as I entered the club. Other customers were so horrified by the
splatter of blood and screamed running away.
I hear Jin scream loudly too and he fell down his chair as I repeatedly smacked
the wrench onto the guy’s skull yelling and asking him how he dared to even try
and touch my jin. His friends were too spooked by this and some ran away while
some tried to stop me. I had lost all control over my body and I started to
fight them too, hitting them with the heavy wrench. My arms ached but the rush
was too good.  I felt the sound the wrench made on impact. It was a fascinating
yet a sinful thing for me at the time.
Most of the boys with Jin were on the floor while the others had run away in
fear; Jin was one of them trying to get away from me. He tried to get up and
reached for the door but I couldn’t allow that. I threw the wrench on his leg
and it hit his ankle and he fell down groaning and crying in pain.
Regretting throwing the fucking wrench at him, I went to him to check his
swelling leg but he pushed me away. He was so scared of me and called me a
‘MONSTER.’
It wasn’t a very nice thing of him to say that to me. In anger I slapped him
and he stopped crying, looking at me with big eyes. My anger was taking control
and I could feel the strong adrenalin pumping through my veins. I punched Jin
and he cried and asked me to stop. He gripped him by the collar and kissed him
and he tried to resist and cried but I twisted his finger, breaking it and he
cried loudly.
I kissed him again and bit into his lips and his pained yelps, his good hand
pushing me away was turning me on too much. I could taste the metal in my mouth
from his blood but I didn’t care. I got onto his neck and he thrashed his legs
but I started to roll my hips against his feeling too good from all this.
“No! Yoongi…please…ah! Let me…please let me…I want to go home.”Jin bawled in
front of me but even then he looked so pretty.
I stroked his cheeks and watched the blood from my hand smear onto his skin
smiled at him and said “I’m sorry jin. You belong to me now.”
That look in Jin’s eyes…It felt like it was something that could help me
survive, I found the purpose of life. The pure helplessness expression, the
hope die from his eyes at the knowledge that he could never ever go back and
then the look of anger was replaced by one of acceptance, like he finally
realized how much I loved him and it was much more intriguing.
He smiled at me and said “I…I didn’t know you loved me so much Yoongi. You even
killed that guy for me. I…I’m sorry to have not accepted you sooner. I know you
would never let me go. You remember our promise. I couldn’t escape even if I
wanted to, right?”
I was so happy when I heard that. This was what I had wanted all along and now
Jin was giving it back to me. Jin spread his arms for me and hugged me tightly
and I smiled as I leaned down to kiss him again, this time harsher than before.
He was kissing me back eagerly, sucking in my tongue and I drooled as I felt
the heat travel throughout my body.
I was enjoying it so much when I heard someone say “we will be right there” on
a speaker.
My eyes widened and I looked at Jin who had called the police on me. He was
scared when he realized that he had mistakenly pressed the speaker on. He
shoved me hard and I couldn’t believe that he had betrayed me. He was lying to
me…even after knowing how much I loved him.
“How could you do this? I…I love you Jin!” I asked inching closer to him.
“Shut the fuck up! I…I hate you.”Jin said and crawled back until his back hit
the wall.
“Why? Because I love a man?”I asked still baffled by it all.
“This…This isn’t even about you being gay. You are a fucking psycho! You killed
those people…you are an animal. Get the fuck away for me!”Jin screamed and
threw a glass at me to stop me from coming any closer to him.
“No…I…no you can’t…Jin…”I looked to the ground and covered my mouth with my
hand. This never happened to me before. I was feeling too many emotions at the
same time and my mind was going crazy. I tried to reach out for him but Jin hid
even farther away from my touch.
“Don’t come near me, you fucking monster!” He yelled again and I couldn’t bear
hearing him call me that again.
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”I yelled at the top of my voice and Jin was scared for a
minute until he started crying and screamed over and over again.
“MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE YOONGI. NOTHING BUT A
MONSTER.”he just wouldn’t stop. His words were stabbing my heart and making my
heart fill with hatred for him.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”I snarled and then before I knew it, I had grabbed the
wrench and hit Jin’s head….the wrench was stuck to Jin’s’ skull and soon blood
pouring down his forehead.
My hands shook as I gasped and fell back to the ground seeing Jin’s lifeless
body in front of me. I was having a panic attack, I had just killed him, with
my own hands and…I was freaked out. I couldn’t form any words. My vision was
going blurry and I was panting hardly. I tried crawling back when I saw Jin’s
body fall to the ground and then wrench get pushed deeper inside his skull.
The image from when my father died in the same way flashed through my eyes and
I screamed and clutched to my head and cried. My body was shaking in fear and I
just wanted to get away.
Just then I felt someone touch my shoulder and I gasped and turned to see an
older man looking at the bloody scene I made. My eyes shot to his arm which had
a huge scar….it couldn’t be.
Kai looked at me and then said in a calm voice “finish what you started.
Dispose the bodies and then come and meet me at the clock tower. A little tip,
alcohol catches fire easily.”
I was dumbfounded and just nodded and he left from there. I knew I didn’t have
much time so I worked quickly and took the wrench out of Jin’s skull and
cringed when the blood fell on my clothes. I pulled Jin away from there and
threw him on the pile of other dead bodies there. I broke the alcohol bottles
and threw the flammable liquid on them and onto the club floor before throwing
in the lit match sticks and saw the fire spread throughout the floor.
While the club easily started to burn down, I ran away for there before the
police arrived. I was out and then running on the streets, tears filing my
eyes. I didn’t go to meet Kai at the clock tower instead opted to sit in the
corner of my room and cry whenever I remember how Jin betrayed me and called me
a monster. I cried and cried waiting for the cops to just barge into the
orphanage and arrest me but even after 3 weeks, no one came for me.
Surprised at how I had literally gotten away with murder, I decided to go and
meet Kai. It was scary thought and I feared for my life but Kai didn’t seem
angry or vengeful when he had asked me to come. I went to the clock tower and
inside it was Kai’s hideout. There were armed men there who kept asking me who
I was a million times but whenever I told them my name, they would back off and
resume their position like they were scared of me, like I was royalty.
I went to Kai’s room which was an old one with only a desk and a broke fan
which kept squeaking. A man feared by all and his hideout was so shitty, who
knew?
 “You took my advice.”Kai said in an amused voice, his head down and reading
through some papers on the desk. He didn’t even fucking looked at me.
“I couldn’t help but copy when the answer was thrown at me.”I replied and lead
onto the wooden chair.
“Good…you obey well.”Kai said as he looked up from his papers finally looking
me in the eyes.
“I didn’t have a choice.”I scoffed.
“What would you have done if given the time?”Kai asked curiously and set the
pen in his hand down and watched as I thought about his question for a while.
“The same thing, only slower. I would have chopped off their legs and then send
the rest of their body into the hellish fire I created because I want to hear
them scream.”I said with wrath in my voice. It still made me angry to think Jin
tried to get me arrested.
“How old are you?”Kai asked his eyes a little surprised from my answer.
“12.”
“…did you get rid of your finger and foot prints from the site of murder?”Kai
asked after a pause…maybe he was even more surprised by how young I was.
“Fingerprints?”I whispered more to myself remembering how I didn’t even bother
to clean the place of my prints. I was in too much of a hurry disposing 5 dead
bodies, one of which belonged to the love of my life.
“Amateur move but it’s okay. I think I could teach you a thing or two so that
you don’t get caught the next time.”Kai said as he got back to reading his
paper.
“There won’t be a next time.”I told him shocked because how could he even think
that I would do this again?!
“Oh trust me boy….with a mind like that, there will always be a next time.”Kai
said looking at me again and then smirked.
 
***** HOSEOK *****
Chapter Summary
     Yoongi is in college and he meets his nerdy roommate, Jung Hoseok who
     has a secret to him which makes him undeniably irresistible.
Chapter Notes
     hey heyy!! how are you guys doing??
     so there is a lot going o in the chapter and its longer so soem thigs
     i want to warn about is the rape attempt, voyeurism and some
     shameless smut.
     so...enjoy! ^^
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                   SONG : Evil In The Night by Adam Lambert
 
Rage…
It was the one thing that got me the most, it was what had protected me and
shaped me into the man I am. It had been an essential part of changing m and
now it’s the reason I experience what I desired.  It became the trigger, it
became me and I didn’t even deny it. 
Even though I had so much rage in me, for what reason I don’t know, I tended to
be on the calmer side of the population. I was the isolated, anti-social and
the guy with the cold eyes and that was perfect.
It was really astonishing as to how i had survived to actually turn 19.
I had been under Kai’s care all long. He had adopted me legally and had made
sure I learned whatever he knew. I didn’t understand his fascination with
adopting me and teaching me tings. Why should he? I wasn’t even related to him.
Whenever I would ask him, he would tell me that he saw himself in me and that
he wanted me to be prepared for ‘it’. What this ‘it’ was…I had no fucking clue.
It was like he was preparing me for a war I would all my life for considering
the training he put me through.
Every day he would ask me to work out, learn stealthy and of course it was
needless to say that I was sucked into his business. I became a part of Blood
13 and now had earned the title of Kai’s eyes. Anything goes through me before
it goes to Kai. It wasn’t much difficult. There were only few options when
dealing with enemies and ally.
The hardest thing for me was studying. Kai made sure that he home tutored me
until I was able to read and study properly. High school passed on with me only
taking care of myself and Kai. I didn’t have any time to ponder over Jin and
the people I killed but it didn’t mean that they never appeared in my dreams
and turned them into nightmares. I had those almost every single night during
my initial stay with Kai.
Soon I earned o grow out of it and although I would suddenly get the urge to
feel the grab a wrench and juts…but I can control myself. It isn’t much strong,
maybe because I get to beat Kai’s enemies from time to time and satisfy myself
by just breaking few of their bones.
College was….good I guess. It had its ups and downs and everything but the
worst art of it all was Jung Hoseok. The person who changed me. The person who
made me miserable.
I was in my 3rd year of college and had skipped one year of college because I
passed that test before everyone else. All my hard work had paid off and I just
wanted to get rid of the college as soon as I could. It wasn’t like I was
bullied for anything but college was still hard. I was pretty famous despite
being anti-social because I skipped a year and because girls found me
attractive…for some reason.
it was so annoying in the first year when I would find love letters in my
locker and after everyone saw me throwing all the letters down the bin, they
stopped giving me expensive gifts and letters. They clearly understood I didn’t
want to do shit with them and that they should just back the fuck off.
My dorm room was always messy because I never had a roommate. Nobody ever could
stay in the same room with me for more than 15 minutes and it lead to me being
all alone. I didn’t mind the loneliness although it did get a little dark on
some nights when Jin’s voice calling e monster would wake me up from my sleep
and I would pant until my heart calmed down.
My dorm room was a special one. everyone had their eyes on it because it was
one of those few dorms in the campus which were almost like a house with
kitchen, hall and a bedroom but when I got their with Kai’s influence and gave
everyone the finger, they had to give up on their dream because I came and took
over the dorm for all 4 years.
It was just the way things went and when I entered 3rd year, suddenly I found
myself a roommate. I was tired and wanted to just get back to my room and sleep
when the guy in charge of our dorms, Mr. Hwan, called to me. I turned to him
and he came running to me, smiling.
“Hey…” I greeted turning around and adjusting the heavy books in my hand which
I was growing tired of carrying.
“….oh man you walk fast. I have been calling out to you since class.”Hwan said
panting and he looked like he would pass out. He was reaching his 40’s so I
guess that’s one side effect.
“Sorry my headphones…” I didn’t even want to explain further than that.
“It’s okay. No worries.  Ash blonde hair really suits you.”he said blushing a
little and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. This asshole had been flirting
with me since the beginning of year.
“Get to the point hyung.”I said losing my patience and he seemed a little
embarrassed.
“Oh right look at what I have.”he said taking out an envelope from his files.
“What is this?”I asked taking it from his hand and inspecting it.
“You are getting a roommate! Yaay!”Hwan said and did a little cheer and my eyes
went wide with shock.
“What the actual fuck?!?”I almost yelled.
“Yup! He is a freshman and even though almost the entire college warned him not
to bunk with you, he says he could change you.”Hwan said and it felt like he
believed whatever this guy had said.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Who is this guy?” I asked as I ripped the envelop
and opened the papers.
“Jung Hoseok. He is a ball of sunshine and I think he would totally suit you
considering you are the dark prince of this college.”Hwan said and smiled.
“Geez, just because I acted coldly in my first year, I got labeled that?”I said
scowling.
“Dude, you are still like that and you totally fit that title.”Hwan said and I
really did roll my eyes this times.
“Whatever. I’m sure your sunshine will run out the room crying after being with
me for 10 minutes. Rumors aren’t as good as the actual thing.”I said with a
smirk and Hwan crossed his hands and sighed.
“Same goes for Jhope.”he mocked.
“Jhope?!?”I exclaimed.
“Oh yeah…he calls himself that. Jung is the j and hope because he calls himself
our hope.”Hwan explained and I wanted to puke. What kind of fucking name was
that? Why would he do that?
“What a tool.”I was seriously frowning now. I didn’t want him anywhere near me.
“Hey! I actually like the kid. Try and make friends at least now Yoongi. You
aren’t getting any younger and life is too short to be spending without
friends.” Hwan was speaking all this philosophical shit and I didn’t like that.
“I’m fine without them, hyung.”  I said and turned on my heels to leave but
Hwan caught my hand stopping me.
“No you are not. Come on…just let him be with you and maybe you could find
yourself falling in love too.”My eyes widened a little…maybe he wasn’t trying
to hook up with me after all but that didn’t mean he should try and hook me up
with other assholes.
“What the…he is gay?” I said scrunching up my face.
“I don’t know that. It’s for you to find out.”Hwan said teasingly and I kind of
guessed that this guy seriously was gay.
“Fine…i…I will try.”I said giving up and Hwan was very happy.
“Atta boy! Okay so he will be coming after orientation so all the best!”Hwan
said leaving and I sighed. I knew a guy who calls himself Jhope would be
trouble.
I took the little envelope containing the details and flipped through them. He
looked like a total dork even in that picture, his hairs soft and silky falling
over his head, a stupid grin on his thin lips and his eyes looked goofy. I
rolled my eyes and then closed the paper when I read that he was majoring in
dance and music. It only meant that Jhope is going to be loud in the room
practicing music.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed when I got to my room. It was yet
again messy and having a new roommate meant i had to clean this shit up but
then I was too tired so I just dumped my books and got to bed falling asleep
rather quickly.
I was woken up by the sound of grunting. I frowned and turned around in my bed
when I heard the grunting sounds again.  When I opened my eyes and looked over
to the room, I was greeted by a really sexy ass bending over to clean under the
bed. I sat there staring that that ass until I realized that I was drooling so
I coughed and the person yelped and then hit their head on the edge of the bed
and winced in pain. He sat down and then turned around and I was stunned at the
beauty I front of me.
It was Hoseok but damn the fucking picture did no justice to him. This man was
super sexy.  Hoseok smiled awkwardly and then blushed and then I looked to his
outfit. He was wearing a black t shirt and jeans with a cute frilly green apron
on top and had dorky round gold framed glasses on. He stood up and brushed the
dust off his clothes and then did a 90 degree bow and introduced himself.
“Hello, I’m Jung Hoseok, please take care of me.”he looked kind of cute being
all modest and shit though.
“Did you practice it for long?”I teased and he blushed looking to the floor.
“I….umm…”oh yeah…he stuttered for a second there.
“I’m kidding. What the fuck were you doing?”I asked and gestured to his apron.
“I’m…cleaning the room…I’m sorry to say but your room was filthy, hyung.”he
said frankly…the balls on this guy!
“Don’t you think you can fucking escape if you talk shit about me in that cute
voice.”I said my scowl appearing back.
“You think my voice is cute?”he asked looking at me with a sly smile.
“Okay I’m starting to hate it now.”I said shaking my head.
“Ah! I’m so sorry. I dint want to piss you off. I’m kind of a neat freak so I
couldn’t help it.”he controlled the damage rather quickly.
“Whatever. Just keep yourself away from me and we are all good.”I warned him
and he blinked at me.
“Umm…okay?”he seemed to be an airhead.
“Awesome! Now close the fucking blinds and let me sleep.”I spat at him as I got
under the covers again.
“Yes!”Hoseok chirped before turning around to close the window and continued
doing his work.
He just radiated this strange aura which screamed that he would turn into a
clingy koala and I had to deal with that.
It was 7 in the night when I had woken up again and this time to my dislike; I
wasn’t greeted by Hoseok’s great ass. The room was all cleaned out and even my
clothes were folded. I usually didn’t like people touching any of my stuff but
those clothes needed folding and I guessed that having a roommate wasn’t that
bad.
I looked to his side of the bed which was neatly decorated now with lights and
pictures and the kid sure seemed to have settled very quickly. I yawned and
then got up to get freshed up and when I was done with the shower, I still came
to an empty room.
It was 1 when Hoseok came back to the room looking a little drunk and too happy
even at this hour.
“Oh! I dint know you were awake, hyung.”he gasped looking at me.
“What? You thought I’m going to sleep all day?”I asked smiling and he blushed
cutely.
“That’s what the rumors say.” He supplied.
“Really? Come and sit here.”I said patting the bed, curious about what other
rumors they had about me. he went and sat near where I had pointed like a good
little boy.
“Obedient aren’t we? Now tell me what else the rumors say?” I asked and his
ears got red.
“T-that you can sleep for 48 hours straight.”he said and played with his
fingers.
“Interesting…I might try that.” I said suddenly thinking a sleeping marathon
would really be great.
“Umm…that you don’t come out of your room for 2 weeks before exams.”he said
after thinking for a while.      
“That is the truth though.”it was disappointing that there wasn’t some rumor
already that I had killed my father when I was 7.
“And umm…never mind.”Hoseok was a bit hesitant so I got curious and patted his
knee.
“Come on; tell me what this fucked up college thinks of the prodigal genius.”I
said leaning back on my chair and he chuckled and then went serious.
“They warned me about you…said that I shouldn’t get too close because you…”he
was killing me with this suspense.
“Me what?”
“Because you are gay and that you try and sexually harass those who room with
you.”Woah! That takes the cake! I didn’t reply to that.
 “Is it true? Why aren’t you denying that?” He asked when I didn’t say a word
and I titled my head to look at him.
“I…I have never tried doing that but if I keep waking up to see your ass near
my face then I might as well. So, I think you really should watch out for me
Hoseok-ah.”I said teasingly and I had never seen a person blush such a deep
shade of red before.
“w-what? I…Yoongi hyung!”he exclaimed getting up from his place and I turned to
my desk.
“Go to sleep Hoseok…you are drunk.”I said chuckling and Hoseok stomped to the
bed thinking that I was joking.
I kept studying and heard the clink from Hoseok’s belt and knew that the man
was stripping right behind me. Knowing that it was dangerous for me to look
back, I just kept my eyes on the book all there while imagining ho Hoseok’ body
would look like naked beneath me.
Finally I heard the bed thud and turned to see Hoseok was already in bed,
covers pulled up and tucked under his chin. He peeked at me through the covers
and then whispered “you know…I wouldn’t mind it.”
At the time I didn’t even realize that it was Hoseok hinting to have sex and I
only thought that the kid was blabbering shit because he was so full of
alcohol.
Few weeks passed and as expected, Hoseok turned out to be a pain in the ass
always clinging to me and wetting my shirt with his tears whenever he would
suggest watching some romantic movies. I would only take my revenge by drooling
on his shirt because his movies would knock me right off. It was too fun to see
Hoseok scream in disgust and then go to wash his saliva drenched shorts.
My time with Hoseok was okay because I would have someone to share my dinners
and lunches with. Hoseok was the only person who could actually get away with
anything with me. I didn’t know why I liked the kid too much. He was pretty
chill and his mother like behavior was very refreshing. He would spoil me but
also lecture me.
He was a good guy and would come to me crying before the night of his exam
begging me to teach him. It took me a long time to realize that Hoseok never
needed any help studying because he was a smart son of a bitch. He only did
that to get closer to me…sneaky little bastard!
It felt different and strange to have someone t just talk to and feel happy
about. Sure he was annoying as fuck but I found myself really genuinely smiling
whenever I was around him. He had managed to bring out him Yoongi who had long
since died with Seokjin.
It also scared me that if I did something wrong, Hoseok would leave me too or I
would do something horrible to him. He was so precious; I didn’t want to break
him. He was so sensitive and fragile like glass which needed constant care. I
understood that I cannot be the same with him and be harsh the first time we
had a fight. He cried for day and left the room until I had to go and fetch him
and apologize a million times.
But then there was this part of me which wanted to see how much Hoseok could
take it before he broke for me. I wanted to test out his limits, make him beg
and moan my name alone. I wanted to see him writhing under me and obeying my
every command. He made me feel too many things.
Growing up, my sexual appetite got too crazy and Kai was more than happy to
bring in for me boys and girls so that I could just feel sexually sated but
after Hoseok came into my life, he was the only one I wanted to be with…to be
inside of.
His first thing which shifted our mostly platonic relationship was Hoseok’s
bag. His suitcase which he never unpacked was sitting on my bed. Hoseok was so
protective of that bag and would blush and say that it had his underwear and
that he didn’t want me or anyone near it. It was pretty much his fault though.
By speaking like that about it, he got me all curious as to its contents and I
had tried to open it before but it had a fucking lock to it.
But now the bag was fucking open only haphazardly closed. I guessed Hoseok was
in a hurry to get out so he just left the bag like that. With a thumping heart,
I opened the bag and on top of it were few sheets and towels. I put them to the
side and then almost fell down in shock when I found cute panties, colored bras
and cute frocks and skirts with a bow on top. Too scared, I put the sheets and
towels back inside and closed the bag before thing it onto Hoseok’s bed. My
mind was going crazy with different thoughts and my heart was beating too
rapidly.
To just get away from those thoughts, I went out the room to clear my mind. I
walked around the campus but hose panties were so damn cute and some of those
were sexy too. I put a hand on m sweaty forehead and wiped it off and loosened
the collar of my shirt to breathe comfortably.
That night I wasn’t able to look Hoseok in the eye. I felt so weirded out it
and I didn’t even know if those panties and bras were Hoseok’s or not.  Hoseok
kind of noticed how I didn’t talk to him much and how I went to bed instead of
eating with him.
This continued for a few days until I got so fucking frustrated of not knowing
the answer. If Hoseok really was cross-dressing…I wanted to see him in a frock
and wig looking pretty for me. It would be good blackmail material.
I had long forgotten how obsessed I get when I love something.
So one night when Hoseok came back from his classes, I grabbed him by the
wrist. He gasped and looked at me confused when I said seriously “let’s go out
and eat tonight.”as usual, my submissive Jhope agreed to it.
It would have been better to discuss such matters in the secret confines of our
room but I didn’t know why I wanted to take him out and see his expression
while I broke the news to him. We were eating silently facing each other in the
corner of the restaurant where I always took him. Hoseok had noticed how I was
being so lost in thought and he got very tensed. He knew something was up and I
could see he wanted to know why I was being that way.
“Hyung…did I do something wrong?”
“Hoseok-ah…why is there ladies panties and bras in your bag along with frocks?
Do you cross-dress?”I asked it. I asked him frankly without diverting the topic
and Hoseok stiffened. He was looked spooked and panic was evident on his face.
Hoseok was quiet for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds before he
clenched his fists and punched me in the face, tears in his eyes. I was
surprised and everyone in the restaurant was looking at us.
I could see the tears in Hoseok’s eyes roll down his cheeks and he growled “you
are so fucking disgusting! How could you sneak into my baglike that? You don’t
respect my privacy at all!”
I was speechless as he gathered his stuff threw some of the money onto the
table and almost left but turned to tell me “and by the way, those clothes were
for the college fest! My class is doing the maid café and Irene forced that
shit on me.”
He left with people staring and mumbling something as the waiter came to help
me up. I was so angry that I had lost control. I left the restaurant in a hurry
and when the waiter followed me out, had stabbed him in the neck with the fork
and damn it felt so good to see him flail and try to scream but only cough out
blood.
He fell to the floor and I dragged his body and dumped it in the trash can at
the back. No one was there, I made sure to work in such conditions and I had
long before learnt that even when doing things hastily, it’s always safe to
carry around some gloves.
This although did not help my bloodlust which had gotten an appetite now and I
kept feeling an unknown thing crawling under my skin and I felt an itch to grab
a sharp knife and push it onto the soft warm skin of someone…for most of the
days that someone had been Hoseok.
As expected, Hoseok did not speak to me when we were in the dorm and he would
shut himself in our shared room while I had to sleep on the fucking couch.
Hoseok would avoid me most of the time, being in the room when I was out, I
knew because I would see his bed made and neat, the clothes thrown in for
laundry and sometimes folded clothes on the shelves.  
This little fight had its negatives effects on me and I didn’t even realize I
had grown so dependent on the fucking nerd. My side of the room was a complete
mess with clothes thrown everywhere making it unable for me to distinguish
between washed and dirty ones.
I had to smell each of them to know if they were washed or not and I had to
make my own bed which I refused to do after two day because it would get messy
anyways. Hoseok had stopped cooking for me too and he just made food for
himself, eats that and then goes back to sleep. If I hadn’t had stabbed that
waiter, Hoseok would have been dead ages ago for sure.
It was a cold war and none of us wanted to apologize and this lead to us being
completely in different to each other even when we would be in the same room. I
was pissed off at him because it was entirely his fault for leaving that piece
of shit bag on my bed completely open and I just…I had to see why got so
protective about that shit. I had reacted how any normal person would but
confronting him in public about it wasn’t the best idea considering how the
slightly purple bruise still remained on my cheek after a week.
Like Hoseok had said, his class really was preparing for the maid café theme
when I had passed it on my way to the dorm. It wasn’t in the way to my
destination but my legs had a mind of its own. I saw the cutely drawn words on
the cardboard about the café and how it would be a treat for everyone’s eyes.
I gulped when I saw shrieks of Hoseok and some girls coming from inside. I
wanted to go in and see what they had been doing but I was a senior and Min
fucking Yoongi who did not give a fuck about anyone so why would I be in the
freshman’s maid cafe class? I decided to retire to my room instead.
The day of the festival was too loud for me and it was going to be like that
for a fucking week and was already crying because no! I didn’t not like this at
all. I hated when people would be up my face asking and nagging me to go to
their stupid class and experience something they never had seen before.
The only place I had like after 3 days of Hyungwon’s begging was his haunted
house tour which was actually his class decorated with spooky skeleton and a
tunnel throughout the class for people to walk through. There were many people
going in, especially couples and well I took the chance to grab the girl’s ass
in front of me who screamed and held onto her boyfriend.
It seemed super cute so I decided to grab her boob the next tie and by the time
she came out, she demanded refund for being molested in the dark. They didn’t
know who else to blame considering he crowd.
I smirked at the victory but now my cock was twitching and I was getting turned
on. I was going back to my dorm to just jerk off and hen sleep when I passed by
Hoseok’s class. The line there was huge and the guy outside was trying to calm
everyone down so that he could write their names and take the money.
I hated crowds, I hated giving my money for things I didn’t like, I hated
waiting in a line for 30 fucking minutes for a drink but fuck was it worth it
all.  The power of boners was way too powerful apparently.
the class was completely turned to a café with pink tables and vanity metal
chairs, the chandelier on the top was a little too bright and pink and I wanted
to gag but the sigh that was the most pleasing was cute little freshman boys in
skirts, taking orders while the girls were dressed in suits and became the
managers.
The treats they had there looked super cute and delicious and had me drooling.
I was busy checking out the sweets when I felt someone tap on my shoulder and
when I turned around there was a maid in a cute outfit, long black hair with a
cute frilly bow on top bowing down completely and chanting “welcome, master!”
I choked when I recognized the cheerful voice and the maid raised his head and
I smirked when I saw Hoseok with big eyes and a blush on his cheeks.  He looked
extremely sexy in the short maid outfit which showed his beautiful long legs
covered by black stockings. He had put on a lot of makeup with lips stick,
eyeliner and his hair suited him a lot.
We were silent for a while just staring at each other when Irene nudged Hoseok
and I heard her whisper “I know he looks hot but start serving him. Take him to
the VIP section.”
Hoseok hit her arm weakly and then composed himself and then a scowl appeared
on his face and he asked me to follow him which was the best thing ever because
now I got to see his perfect ass bouncing as he walked to the table.
His juicy thighs had me completely bound and I wanted to caress them but my
thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok pulling a chair for me to sit. I sat down
and he handed me the menu but I wasn’t looking at the menu. I had my eyes
fixated on Hoseok and he was getting so uncomfortable, it was cute.
“Just order something already!”he screamed at me clearly every embarrassed at
being eye fucked by me.
“That’s not a nice way to talk to your master, Hoseok.”I said leaning back in
my chair.
“You….just…tell me what you want.” He said sighing and he looked super cute.
“How about those delicious thighs? Can I nibble on them? ”I teased although
most of it was the truth.
“What the fuck? Yoongi! If you are here to harass me I swear to go-…”Hoseok
said pointing a finger at me.
“I’m kidding…gosh! I would like a death by chocolate pastry and a cappuccino.”I
finally ordered whatever I saw in front of me.
“There, was it so hard to order? Anything else?”Hoseok said shaking his head
and writing down my order.
“Nothing. I have to be in the dorm soon…to take care of something.”I said
adjust in the seat so that my hard on doesn’t get uncomfortable.
“Is it your boner?”Hoseok whispered.
“How di-…”
“Oh please, it’s clearly visible when you aren’t even trying to hide it.”Hoseok
tried to not look at my lap.
“Or maybe you have been staring at it.”I asked and he blushed.
“n-no! I was not you pervert!”he seemed like he was ready to throw the chair at
my face.
“Whatever you say. I wouldn’t mind you helping me take care of that problem
though.”I hinted my imaginations and boner talking now.
“I…i…umm…i…ugh! I will get your order!”
With that Hoseok ran away and I smirked, my cock hardening even more at the
thought of Hoseok on his knees in that maid dress, my cock in his mouth and him
begging for me to just fuck him. Those thoughts turned to be very dangerous. I
found myself obsessing again which was not good but here I was wanting and
craving for Hoseok.
Kai had warned me so many times not to get attached, to learn to let go and so
was the reason why he did everything he can to divert good affectionate people
to get close to me. He didn’t expect me to actually get a really hot roommate.
Hoseok came back with my order and placed it neatly on the table. He was trying
to pull his skirt down whenever I would stare at his legs and seeing him
struggle; I got frustrated and then swatted his hand away and said “don’t do
that. You have beautiful long legs. Show it to everyone. They are incredibly
sexy.”
“Are you serious?”he seemed to be serious this time. It felt like he really
needed someone to acknowledge that, not just for fun.
“You bet I am. You look gorgeous Hoseok. This really suits you. Your feminine
features are very sexy.”I said holding his hand and he bit his lips.
“I…thanks, hyung.”he smiled at me and I felt so glad when he did that. I was
growing tired of angry Hoseok.
“You are welcome. Now scram, I want to enjoy my food.”I said smirking and
Hoseok smiled a little and then turned rather too quickly casing his skirt to
lift up and show his sexy almost transparent panties and I choked on my spit
when I saw that.
Other guys on the table beside me saw it too and they high fived and whistled
while Hoseok, completely unaware went to his friends.
It was after that I kept noticing how the group of friends on the table in
front of me had been harassing everyone in the café. They were there for too
long and kept ordering food they hardly ate. They kept spilling stuff and
causing trouble.
They seemed like guys for the college down the street and by the looks of it
seemed to have graduated quite some time ago. I rolled my eyes when they howled
Irene who had come to serve them something and then they grabbed her hand
asking her to come and sit with them. I scowled at them.
They were being a nuisance and no one was saying anything until Hoseok went and
grabbed Irene’s other hand and said “let’s go Irene.”
Seeing Hoseok in a maid dress being all manly was pretty sexy but then one of
the guys tried to grab Hoseok’s hand and the younger slapped the man who let
him go. Hoseok glared at them and they let Irene go. Irene was close to tears
and she snuggled closer to Hoseok who patted her back and took her into the
back of the class to sit. I saw the group of friends talk and mumble before
they paid the bill and left in a haste.
Good riddance, I thought and went back to finishing the last of my food.
It was good but too sweet for my taste and I put the money on the table and was
about to leave when I saw someone looking at me and I turned to see Hoseok
looking at me. When our eyes met, he turned around blushing and I smirked and
made my way out the door.
unlike what I had originally planned, I walked around for longer looking at the
various activities other classes put on and I was pretty amazed because they
had a photo exhibition of the exotic pictured the club had taken and then there
was the videography club with their short films being shown in their club room.
I hardly had any idea my college had so many fucking clubs.
I was tired at the end of the day and thought of finally going back to the dorm
but something in me felt unsettled. I kept thinking about Hoseok and those
college guys and it just didn’t seem safe for him to be alone. Well he wouldn’t
really be alone because his classmates would be there but it just didn’t seem
safe enough.
I found myself going back to Hoseok’s class and when I entered inside, I didn’t
find him. When I asked around, they seemed surprised and then said that he had
already left. I didn’t know but I had started to panic a little and went around
searching for him. Whenever I would try and call him he would cut my call until
when I called him and the phone old me that Hoseok’s phone had been switched
off. I went back to the dorm but couldn’t find him anywhere. I kept searching
and couldn’t find Hoseok anywhere.
I sat on one of the benches there and just thought about where I would have
taken Hoseok if I have wanted to rape him….newly constructing college building
was the only thing that popped in my head and I dashed to the building.
The building was being destroyed and then reconstructed and I would find myself
in this building just with my headphones on and listening to music. It was the
perfect place to be during nights because the workers would be gone and there
would nothing but silence. Because of the festival, the construction had been
halted and so all the tools and the bricks were left there.
Just as I had expected, I heard Hoseok’s shriek when I got inside the building
and I ran to the up the floors from where I had heard the scream. I heard
Hoseok say no and some guys laughing and I started to feel the rage take over.
I wasn’t supposed to be so obsessed with Hoseok. He was a fucking nerd with
glasses and annoying and really beautiful and caring and he made me
smile….fuck!
I wanted him and that meant I won’t let those who steal him get away easily. It
scared me how excited I was to have a reason to hurt people. I could turn back
and let this go but I used Hoseok as an excuse for my rage…it seemed right at
the moment.
I reached the room where they had been apparently trying to rape Hoseok and
have almost succeeded in doing so. They had their cock s out, one guy filming
them while Hoseok was on the floor, held down by two men and had his skirt and
past of his shirt ripped. 
I peeked in, the rush of watching Hoseok get raped was kind of arousing but
then again, I had to be the only one to take his virginity so I reached for the
nail gun left stranded on one of the table and then entered the room. As usual
those guys thought they were far superior to me because they were bigger and
underestimated me…assholes.
“Leave, shorty. Unless you want to be next to the mid sucking our cocks.”the
guy filming said as he put the phone down.
“The only cock this maid will be sucking is mine. He is my boyfriend, let him
go.”I said suddenly guessing they would leave him if they knew not to mess with
in Yoongi but these idiots didn’t know me.
“What? Is that why you let him get harassed at the café? Kinky bastard huh?
Don’t lie to us.”the guy on top of Hoseok said.
“Well it was worth a shot. Let him go.”I said sighing.
“Dude, get him out of here!”one of guys barked.
“No! Yoongi hyung! Please help me!”Hoseok begged extending his hand to me.
“Shut up bitch!”the buffy guy cursed and then slapped Hoseok…my Hoseok.
I lifted the nail gun and shot him in the arm and he fell down and started to
scream in pain. He asked for it. He shouldn’t have done that to my precious
Hoseok. The others were horrified when they saw the filled nail gun in my hand
and moved back.
“Come on honey. Let’s get out here.”I said asking Hoseok to come who got up and
came running to me. I patted Hoseok’s butt and asked him to leave and he did
wiping his tears away.
I still had the gun pointed at the other boys and they raised their hands in
the air and begged “look, we are sorry. We didn’t know he was your boyfriend.
Please let us go.”
“I wish I could but you all touched my possession with those dirty hands so…you
should be punished.”I smirked and then asked them to stand in a line. There
were 4 of them so as they stood in line, I asked them to put both their hands
in front with their palms touching and when they did; I nailed every single one
of them.
One guy tried to run and he got a nail to the knee as well. I called 911 for
them because I didn’t want to be the reason for their death when Hoseok had
witnessed it and when I was satisfied at the pool of blood on the floor; I
smiled to myself and then left with the nail gun neatly put back in its place.
I was sure these boys wouldn’t rat on me either.
I went down and Hoseok was sitting there crying with his face buried in his
hands. I came and patted his back and said “come on. Let’s go to the dorm.”
He followed me quietly and stuck as close to me as he could try to cover the
rip he had on his shirt by hiding behind my shoulder. We reached the dorm and
Hoseok fell on the couch just exhausted from everything. He seemed tired. His
makeup wasn’t all that messed considering he had been crying and he still
looked ridiculously pretty. I gave him some water and while he drank it, my
eyes caught on his ripped shirt. I stilled when I saw bra strap through the rip
and I thought I was hallucinating for a second before Hoseok covered himself
noticing that I was staring.
He put the water to the side and whispered “thank you so much for coming and
saving me. I really thought I was a goner there.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t try and rape you. You look hot.”
“W-what? Yoongi please…this not the time to pl-…”Hoseok looked so fucking sexy
that I couldn’t help myself and I leaned to kiss his pink lips. I didn’t care
that the lips stick stain would smear on my lips as well…I just wanted to kiss
him.
Hoseok tasted sweet, like the pastry from his café and fuck I could have taste
that all my life. He was delicious and it made me curious how delicious she
would down there. My hands trailed to his crotch, palming it and Hoseok yelped
trying to push me away but I leaned down him making him fall to the couch, his
long hair messed up yet looking so sexy. I started to grind my hips on his and
he moaned when my hard cock rubbed against his half hard one.
Seeing how he didn’t protest much after that, I continued to make out with him,
using my tongue to fuck his throat and he gripped onto my black t shirt tighter
whimpering. I had waited for a moment like this with Hoseok since the day I saw
him and now when he was so vulnerable and in a maid outfit, I had him right
where I wanted him.
My hands reached down to caress those thighs and he sighed closing his eyes and
letting me trail my hand up to his crotch.
“Enjoying this aren’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes…you …feels good.”
“I can make you feel even good. Will you let me?”I asked licking his long neck
and he whined and then shook his head, blush very evident and it wasn’t the
makeup on his cheeks.
I kissed his jaw one last time before moving don to his skirt and lifted it up.
His cock was hard and leaking and poking out of his tight black panties and my
mind went haywire. With one finger I touched the tip and Hoseok jolted and
squirmed under me. I teased more, m finger tracing a prominent vein along the
shaft of his length until my hand disappeared into the frilly panty, touching
his balls.
He was so smooth, shaven everywhere just the way I love it and he was quivering
so much. I swallowed the drool forming in my mouth that the exquisite sight and
I placed my hands on his slender hips and pushed them down flat on the couch
wheelie I leaned to take his cock in my mouth.
I loud shrike left Hoseok’s lips when I engulfed him whole and he was so
aroused that tears formed in his eyes. His pre cum was the perfect taste and
had me wanting more. I pulled away licking at the tip and inhaling the scent of
perfume from the panties and it made me dizzy with lust. I was just shoving my
face up his crotch and he was whining and asking me to suck his cock. I dug my
fingers into his skin as I sucked him again, this time quicker because I wanted
to taste his cum soon.
I sucked on his panty covered balls and Hoseok covered his mouth with the back
of his hand trying not to moan out too loud but he already had screamed my name
too many times for my brain to register it for life. I pulled his panties down
his legs and spread his legs for better access to his hole and licked on his
hole. Hoseok suddenly closed his legs making me push my tongue in further into
him and he was a crying moaning mess.
I played with the elastic of his stocking and loved the way its texture felt
against my hands. Hoseok was burning down there and my tongue was enjoying his
hole too much. I pulled back a little and kissed Hoseok, letting him taste
himself and he kissed me hungrily. He flipped us around and got on top of me,
straddling me with his hips and I reached to his ass, kneading it while he
grinded his hips against mine.
He leaned down and pushed my shirt up licking and sucking on my pale skin and I
grunted. He was being so horny, sucking on my skin and giving it open mouthed
kisses.
“I have always wanted to do this to you. God, you are so fucking hot, Yoongi.
fuck me with your fingers.”Hoseok whispered into my ear before biting onto my
ear lobe and I gladly complied pushing my finger into his mouth first and he
sucked on my fingers nastily, coating it with his sweet saliva and his eyes
screamed lust.
He was dressed up as a girl but it was still the same nerdy Hoseok. He was
still the horny little slut I expected him to be.
I pulled my fingers away and he leaned to let me go to his ass. My long fingers
found his hole and I slowly pushed two fingers in and Hoseok sounded so hot
when he was on top of me like this. Soon he started to move his ass against my
fingers and he looked filthy doing so but all so erotic.
His cock was leaking all over my pants but I didn’t mind the misses, it only
made things exciting. With my free hand gave his ass a hard slap and he yelped
and then looked at me in shock, like he had  realized that he loved something
so nasty.
Little Hoseokie liked getting spanked.
I smirked and said in my husky strained voice “lift up you skirt babe, let me
see your pretty cock.”
Hoseok hesitated and then lifted his skirt up to show me his cock which was
rubbing against my clothed erection. I unzipped my pant with one finger while
Hoseok slowly fucked himself on my fingers trying to push them deep in for that
one spot but I didn’t allow him to go that deep. It was fun to watch him
struggle for that paradise.
I pulled my underwear down to reveal my cock and Hoseok looked to it when he
felt the hot length pressing against his thigh.
“You are big…i…I have never seen a cock so huge before.”
“Thanks. Bet I could reach deep with this right?”I said and then pushed my
fingers into him, making his scream and fall on top of me, his thighs shivering
and hole clenching around my fingers.
“I…I want to suck your cock while you fuck my ass with your tongue. Can we
please do that? I want you so bad, Yoongi!”Hoseok begged grabbing onto my shirt
and I nodded.
He pulled back for a while and then moved so that his ass was right on my face
and his face was on my cock…69, one of my favorite positions.
I spread his ass and saw the beauty again and bit onto his ass cheek as he took
my cock in his hot cavern. He hummed when he had my cock half in and I smirked
because Hoseok was such a slut. He loved this way too much making me wonder for
how long he wanted this. I hit his ass and played with it watching it bounce at
my slaps and I tried my best to leave as many marks as i can.
I entered my middle finger into his hole and fucked his ass rather rapidly and
Hoseok took the chance to suck me hard driving me to the edge. I pulled my
finger out and replaced t with my tongue. Hoseok’s moan was resounding
throughout the room along with the lewd squelching sounds we were making. It
almost sounded like music to my ears because it was harmonious.
Hoseok sitting on my face and fucking his ass on my tongue must have been the
best experiences of my life. It made me feel such pleasure to now my tongue
could cause such ecstasy to one person. Hoseok’s hand moved on my cock and I
grunted thrusting my hips up into his mouth until I came in his mouth. He
swallowed everything and sucked me until my pulsating cock calmed down.
I gave his ass a sharp slap when he tried to lazily lick on the tip of my cock.
He sat up as my tongue entered him again and he was enjoying so much screaming
how I felt good and how he wanted me to push him to the mattress and fuck him.
I kneaded his ass and then grabbed his hips to make my tongue move deeper into
his ass and then moved to cares his thighs until Hoseok came undone, cumming on
my chest and ruining that pretty skirt of his.
Hoseok panted, getting off of me and then falling onto the floor completely
boneless. I looked at the mess on my shirt and chest and then took the cum,
licking it and then turning to the boy on the floor.
“That was….fucking hot. I never came so hard before in my life.”Hoseok said
between pants.
“Glad to have served you baby. Wanna have a shower together?”I asked, still
horny because who wouldn’t be when Jung Hoseok sat on your face and let you
tongue fuck him?
But Hoseok blushed and denied and then ran to room and shut it. It felt a
little awkward and embarrassing but I was too happy to have finally gotten in
between Hoseok’s plump legs and ass.
After that Hoseok had avoided me yet again. This time it was different though.
It didn’t seem like he was angry but rather that he was shy. He had gone back
to taking care of the dorm room and he cooks for me too but he avoided looking
at me. I didn’t push either, waiting for him to come at me by himself.
I had exams the following week and as said, I didn’t come out my room and
Hoseok went to his friend’s room to avoid disturbing me. It did get a little
lonely but I had to pass out so I concentrated more on my work. The bag was
gone and the panties or the maid dress were seen nowhere. I had remembered
Hoseok giving a bag back to Irene and guessed it was the dress because it had a
little bow peeking out from it.
It was a little disappointing to think the maid dress was returned but I kept
wondering why Hoseok needed to wear a bra the panties may have been a joke but
wearing the bra which wouldn’t even be seen was a little suspicious.
Exams were tough and I didn’t get to sleep much but I managed to finish them
and finally freedom smiled on me. But my smile soon turned into a frown when I
realized that I had a buck load of used clothes to wash and that my room was
dirty. I really wished Hoseok would come back soon to the room and I dragged
myself to finish the work in the dorm. I was inside the dorm waiting to go into
my room when I heard a moan. It was Hoseok’s’ because I never got that voice
out of my head.
The moans grew louder followed my some fast paced squelching sounds from the
room and I tried to open the door but it was locked. I should have turned away,
I shouldn’t have knelt on the floor and looked through the keyhole but I did.
My eyes widened when I could clearly see Hoseok on my bed wearing only my long
sleeved white shirt, few of the buttons unbuttoned at the bottom and those
fucking black stockings on his legs and my boxer briefs in his hands while he
jerked himself off. He looked like such a slut digging his nose into my
underwear and inhaling while the grip on his hard leaking cock tightened and
his pace quickened further.
He lowly moaned my name as he bit his lips and came onto the sheets with a sigh
and then panted while looking at the mess he had made. I was hard by hen
because this seemed so dirty and yet so right. Watching Hoseok doing such lewd
things turned me on to no extent. He was so much more than what I had initially
thought and he kept surprising me.
My obsession over him only grew with this. He was craving for me but I kept
remembering Kai’s words asking me to control my urges but I just couldn’t.
My obsession turns to anger, anger turns to rage and range turns to bloodlust.
Jin’s bloody skull came to my head and I grabbed my throbbing head and got up
leaving from there. My hands kept itching and waiting to be covered in warm
blood, to strangle something until it lost all life and I only realized how
powerful that feeling had gotten until I found myself strangling the dog which
would sit with me during lunchtime. It was cute little thing, brown with white
spots on it and it became my friend and I would share my lunch with it…now I
had killed it.
I brushed my fingers through my hair watching the dead dong on the floor and I
couldn’t take it. I puked on the side at the sight and with teary eyes, I ran
away. I was changing, it was taking over me rather quickly and I had tried to
suppress it but…it only caused it to grow bigger.
There is no word for this. It was just something dark in me who kept taking up
all of me slowly and I found myself compromising to it more often than not. I
saw the abandoned newspaper near the park bench and read the news from 3 weeks
ago about the mysterious death of a restaurant waiter. He was a 20 year old boy
and I had killed him ruthlessly with a fork.
I could felt this darkness in me chuckle when I read the story about how the
murderer couldn’t found and how there were no traces of evidence at the sight…a
perfect crime.
When I went back to the dorm, Hoseok was clothed in sweat pants and a loose t
shirt and he was playing some game on his phone like he hadn’t just masturbated
to my underwear. I didn’t speak to him and he didn’t too and I went to the room
to see that my sheets were changed and my clothes were drying on the rod.
I set my bag down and remembered how Hoseok was on my bed and moaning my name.
I licked my lips and the darkness had been strong that day. That day I went
shopping.
It had been a calm Saturday when I put my plan into action. I had everything
ready and just waited for Hoseok to come back to the dorm. I waited in
anticipation, looking through the window of my dorm from the outside as Hoseok
came to the dorm and went to the room. He switched on the light and my heart
was beating rapidly as I saw him gasp and throw his bag to the floor at the
item I had left for him on the bed.
He looked around and blushed getting closer to my bed and then he picked up the
note and read through it. He blushed even more and I smirked, feeling satisfied
because he didn’t throw the paper but carefully lifted the black bra and
panties I had left for him along with the heels on my bed.
I wanted him to be in those and nothing else and had invited him to the hotel
where I was supposed to be waiting. I saw Hoseok bite his lip and then left
form there when I saw Hoseok take the lingerie and slowly started to strip
himself. 
He was coming and I was enthralled.
I went to the hotel and dressed up in a white crisp button up, black slacks and
a black tie. it was simple yet sexy and I think the occasion needed me to dress
up. It would be rude not to when Hoseok would look so sexy in a dress.
I waited in the lobby of the hotel and waited for Hoseok to come and was
frankly getting scared because if Hoseok didn’t come, then it would mean I
would flip and I didn’t want to hurt Hoseok…well not in a murderous way anyway.
I looked at my watch and it was 8pm and I had asked Hoseok to be there by 7:30.
I gulped ready to call Hoseok when the door opened and I saw a lady in a long
trench black coat, black hair covering her shoulders, glasses on and legs
exposed walk in. I would have ignored her if not for those heels which I had
gotten for Hoseok.
I watched as the lady stopped and looked around until she looked at my
direction and then removed those glasses and fuck I was lost. Hoseok had word
the perfect red lipstick, put on excellent makeup to confuse him as a girl
along with the hair and his slender figure deceived everyone there. They all
were staring at him while he stared at me with a blush.
I walked up to him and he lowered his eyes and a smile came on my lips because
he looked so cute being bashful but it made me horny thinking he was
practically naked inside.
“You look…amorous.” I said and he hugged his body closer and I looked at him
for top to bottom and saw that he wore those same stocking which he had worn
the other day when he jerked off to my underwear and that only caused my cock
to harden more.
I extended my hand and said “let’s go and eat.”
His eyes grew huge and he said“but i…I’m…I’m naked inside and …”
“I think you can manage eating wearing what I got for you. Unless you are too
horny and want me to fuck you right here?”I whispered into his ear, inhaling
the perfume and putting my arm around his waist.
He was mush in my embrace and the men around saw us with a jealous face and I
was damn proud to have this piece of ass all for myself.
I gave a small pat to Hoseok’s’ ass and he panted lightly and said “i…I don’t
think I can manage. You smell so good, Yoongi. Wanna fuck you so bad.”
 I thanked god for giving me this day and dragged Hoseok up to the private room
I had booked. as soon as we entered into the room, Hoseok had me pushed against
the wall, kissing me and staining my lips with his red lipstick but soon the
lipstick was gone when he started to lick my lips and I groped his ass and he
leaned closer and kissed on my neck.
My hands reached under his trench coat and were met with the naked hot skin of
his thighs and Hoseok shivered under my touch. I ran my hands to his ass which
wasn’t covered at all because the panties I gave him were a g string. I slapped
his ass and felt the bounce which I never seem to get tired off and Hoseok was
so hot in my arms. He grabbed me by the tie and pulled me into another hot kiss
before we stumbled onto the bed and fell on it. I was on top of him and he
spread his legs to let me settle between them.
“Ah! So good babe…hmm Yoongi…touch me.”he moaned and I smirked at how
submissive he got.
He pulled on my tie and threw it away and started to unbuttoned my shirt. I
stopped him in the middle and moved down to his exposed flesh and started to
nip on the skin of his inner thighs. He was more open this time with his time
and kept on thrusting his hips up and I had to push him into the mattress to
prevent his eager thrusts.
I ran my tongue down his leg and he watched me with cautious eyes as I reached
his feet. I kissed them when he nudged my hard on with his erection, sending
electric shocks down my body.
“Naughty boy~ come here and suck me.”he said rubbing my hard on and opening his
legs to show me his hard cock peeking out the barely covering panties.
I greedily buried my face in his crotch again and he yelped sexily, his voice
high pitched and then grabbed my hair and made me to suck on his balls harder.
I was so hard in my pants and decided to unzip my pant to let out my cock
loving the way Hoseok got so rough yet moaned like a bitch in heat.
The panties came off sends later and I attacked his cute pink hole, fucking it
with my tongue and he was shaking under me. He put one of his leg on my
shoulder while I continued to caress his thighs and sucking on his hole.
“Fuck baby…I love this so much! Love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”he
moaned and I could see a smile of pure ecstasy appear on his face.
I pulled away wanting to see his chest in that enticing black bra but when my
hands reached the buttons of his trench coat, he stopped me looking at me with
scared shy eyes. He didn’t seem to want me to see his chest for some reason. I
frowned confused and he had his hand firmly pressed on the buttons of the
trench coat and then whispered “i…it’s too embarrassing…I had never…umm…”
“It’s okay, Hoseok. This lingerie suits you the most. I am sure I won’t be
disappointed.” I assured him and he was still unsure but he moved his hand away
from the buttons to his face and I found it rather adorable.
I undid his buttons the bra peeking through and making me excited but then I
pulled the trench coat away and I was caught completely off guard when I saw
it.
Hoseok of course looked stunning and gorgeous but what surprised and made me
even more turned on was that he had a set of A cup tits where flat chest should
have been. I had my mouth open still staring at the soft flesh and the cleavage
they formed and Hoseok found that uncomfortable.
He immediately tried to cover himself and said “oh god! You are spooked aren’t
you? I’m so sorry to have …I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have punched you. I…it was
just that I was trying to keep this a secret and you found my bras and…oh god.”
“Okay let me tell you from the start. So I have always been a boy but then when
I was 15, I started to have these urges…that you know…um…were feminine. I
wanted to dress up, put makeup and be like a girl and one day my brother found
out and he was very disgusted. He told my parents and I told them how I wanted
to change my gender because I had always felt like a woman trapped in a guy’s
boys and it…it was so torturous.”he seemed to be trying way too strong to look
strong but he was failing.
“So when they didn’t agree, i…I kind of stole the money from their safe and got
my boobs done but then they found out and they disowned me. i was left to fend
for myself and i…I worked as a stripper for a year and I felt so good to have
people appreciate me and they tipped me well enough to pay for college.”ooh,
that was very rebellious of him and it did nothing to lower my image of him.
“i…I was so scared to be sharing a room with you on whom I had a huge crush and
I was scared you would find out and feel disgusted too but then you said I
looked beautiful in that maid dress, then you…you saved me and then you…let me
suck your cock and I was so happy. I…I thought I could…with you …I’m sorry…I
will just leave.”Hoseok looked so defeated and he was slowly buttoning himself
up. He seemed embarrassed and all I thought about was how this got so much more
interesting.
I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He looked at me with astonishment and then I
smirked and asked “can I fuck your tits darling? They are such a huge turn on.”
Hoseok’s eyes were concupiscent as he nodded and I let my hands roam all over
his chest and he licked his lips. I grabbed his neck and pulled him close for a
kiss and he kissed back rather fiercely, biting my lip until blood came out. I
moved down to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys because Hoseok
fucking belonged to me.
I unhooked his bra not having the patience to appreciate it more and grabbed
onto his tits, leaning down to suck on them. They were soft under my lips and
Hoseok’s moans were so pleasing. I pinched on his hardened nipples, playing
with them while he reached down to stroke my cock.
Oh how I enjoyed biting onto the skin around his nipples and then sucking hard
on his nipples, causing Hoseok to fall to the bed and squirm. 
I got on top of his chest and he blushed as I placed my cock between his
breasts. He didn’t have much fat there but it was good enough for me to feel
the pleasure. Hoseok bent his neck to take my cock into his mouth while I titty
fucked him. The feeling was so different because I knew he had a cock but his
nipples and breasts were so good. I fell hard for Hoseok right there.
I slapped, kneaded and played with his breast and he sucked on my cock so
eagerly until i came on his face. My cum was all over his tits, neck and lips
and he looked at the mess and I could tell he wanted more.
“That was so hot. No one had ever done that to me before. I’m glad my first was
you Yoongi but…umm...can I ask you to do something?”he looked so fucking sexy
with my cum all over him, his eyes half lifted and dark with lust, hickeys on
his neck and boobs... Fucking masterpiece.
“Go ahead baby. Anything you want.”I smiled at him, stroking his cheeks.
“I…I want to be tied up…please… spank me, finger me and fuck me into the
mattress.”he begged me clutching to my arm tightly and I could see he was so
embarrassed but he was so in need of it.
I wasn’t something I wanted to do when we first fucked but seeing how Hoseok
didn’t mind, I reached for my bag where I had kept the satin handcuffs which I
got especially for Hoseok and Hoseok watched with nervous eyes as I cuffed his
hands. I kissed him as I grabbed his tied wrists and then pulled them up above
his head and then tied it to the bed post.
Hoseok tried to move his hands which were strained for sure because the
handcuffs were supposed to be tight. I moved my hand down his neck and took my
cum which was still splattered on him and collected it on my fingers. I pushed
my cum covered fingers into his hole and he cried in pain because I hadn’t
waited for him to adjust and started to fuck him with my fingers.
I turned him around and he hissed when his wrists twisted. I had a good view of
his ass and his curvy back and I got behind him and started to rub my hardening
cock against his ass. He must have loved it because he kept pushing back. I
teasingly moved back and he tried to press against my hips so as a punishment,
I gave him a tight hard slap to his ass and he squealed.
I spanked him a couple more times and then saw his ass reddening. I grabbed
into his ass hard and then humped his ass wanting so bad to just fuck him and I
saw him bury his head into the pillow trying to muffle his moans.
“Let me hear you voice darling. I want to hear you scream my name and beg me to
fuck you.”I didn’t even realize how low my voice had gotten, too drunk on the
feeling of sex.
“Uhn! Oh god! Yoongi please…ah! Please…yes! Fuck my hole…please…make me your
woman.”ooh it was so much more fun than I had thought and I reached to pull
away the wig Hoseok had and threw it on the floor. I grabbed onto his real
silky hair and pulled on them and Hoseok was mewling.
I kissed the nape of his neck and moved down licking my way down his pine and
watched him fall apart under me. I took the lube and poured t all over his ass,
slapping it again because I just couldn’t get used to it and then I slathered
my cock with the lube and then entered him. Surprisingly he was pretty strong
and took my entire cock in with not much resistance but once I was in, I
enjoyed the way his hit walls clenched around my cock.
I gave a while to adjust while I kissed and sucked hickeys on his neck and when
I felt he had relaxed a little, I started to slowly fuck into him. I didn’t
want to rush this at all. I wanted to see Hoseok cry, wanted him to feel the
pleasure of having a real cock in him and wanted to see his slutty expression
when I would hit his spot deep inside.
Seeing how Hoseok was burying his face in the pillow, I leaned down and
whispered in his ear “care to kiss me baby. I want to see your face.”
“I uh...ah! Yoongi…I’m…I feel…it’s so hard and hot. Please…I want it faster.”he
was so perfect like this, the sight of him…it did nothing but make me want him
more. I wanted his everything.
His heart, body and soul.
“Hmm it’s only hard for you baby. My lady looks so pretty for me…I can’t help
but fuck into her slowly.”I said biting my lips and moving slowly deep in him
and then dragging my pulls.
“Ahn! Ah! Yes…i….please…Yoongi…Aah! Fuck me more…uhm there!”Hoseok’s’ spot was
faster to reach or I was too deep in him, I didn’t know. The high of pleasure
was filling my veins and I kept moving in and out of him.
His greedy hole was sucking me up every time I pulled away and then when I
would be deep in him, he would clench hard. It was good to fuck something so
sensitive after a long time.
“I saw you; you know…I saw you jerking off to smelling used underwear. You
dirty slut, you wanted me to fuck you raw and rough didn’t you?”I told him and
he was shocked, clenching around me and making me wince a little.
“Oh fuck! Yoongi…please…yes…fuck me roughly…make me cum from my ass.”Hoseok was
a mess and I was responsible for that and I felt great.
He was so good and he obeyed to everything I asked. He opened his ass more for
me to fuck harder when I had uncuffed him and I grabbed his breasts with one
hand and his hip with the other.
The angle, he feel and the heat was perfect and I used my hips to thrust into
Hoseok, making sure to hit his spot each time and keeping the pressure on it
until Hoseok came screaming and collapsed onto the bed. I was close and I
thrusted a couple of times before pulling out and spilling my cum on his lube
covered ass.
Even though I had already cum, I missed the heat almost instantly and pushed
into him again and fucked him lazily lying flat on him. Hoseok was too
exhausted and sensitive but he let me fuck him until I got hard again.
We spent the night fucking and just letting out the kinkiest parts of us and we
were content. We never said we loved each other but we knew we were possessive
about the other.
I didn’t know that my possessiveness had crossed the limits until I was in my
final year and had finished my exams. For the whole year Hoseok and I had spent
fucking, sucking and doing bondage. I had made him things which he was so
scared to do like having a butt plug in him all day but that the end of day, we
would fuck, just as slow and Hoseok would be up and ready for me to request
something even more dirty.
Shit hit the fan when one of my classmates, Hana, had come to me for help
because we had been lab partners before. She wanted just some clearance on
things and I couldn’t help but flirt with her a little like brushing her hair
away or looking her in the eye and winking at her.
Hoseok became a jealous little bitch and started attacking me with poisonous
words. He called me a cheater, saying that I didn’t love him and that I had
grown tired of him.
Those words hurt me very much. I loved Hoseok more than anything. He was the
reason I hadn’t killed anyone or anything for the whole year but now Hoseok was
being ridiculous and I could feel the anger creeping in. he was so upset and I
didn’t know what to do. It felt like the same situation with Jin with him being
angry at me and I didn’t want to do that again. I felt my eyes get blurry from
the tears forming which only showed how much I treasured him.
Hoseok threw the vase I had gotten for him on his birthday on the floor and
screamed at me. He was so angry and I had never seen him this pissed off
before. He was crying and hitting the table and banging his head against the
wall. I was glad that nobody dared to ever come close to our dorm ever.
I tried to stop him and tell him that Hana was nothing to me but he didn’t
listen to me. He didn’t even let me touch him and shoved me hard and then
slapped me.
I was shocked at his outrageous act and he was too for a second before he
turned around and said crying “I’m...I’m done Yoongi. I can’t deal with this
anymore. You…you don’t love me like you used to. I feel so lonely and I feel
like you used me for all your kinks and now you are tired of me.”
“Hoseok-ah, baby, don’t say that. You know I love you.”I tried to reach out for
him but he seemed so far away. He was already slipping away.
“No…i…I don’t think you do. I’m leaving.”My head started to hurt in that
moment. Everything was falling apart and I just stood there with no idea on
what to do.
“Wait, what? Are you fucking breaking up with me?”I finally asked when I
realized what Hoseok’s words had meant.
“Yes, Yoongi. We are done. I don’t want to be with a man who will not be the
same after a year only.”  He sounded so cold, he seemed like ice to me then and
I was so confused because he was the reason I changed. He made me into a better
persona and now, he was leaving me. I was going insane.
“Hoseok, stop!”I grabbed his hand, too scared to let go.
“Yoongi let me go or I swear to god i…”I kissed Hoseok to let him know I cared.
Whenever he would get upset my kisses would always make him happy and I thought
this time it would too.
I pushed him onto the couch and got on top of him. I was kissing his neck but
he trying to push me away, saying that I was scaring him.
He had never said that me before.
Feeling the anger taking over, I tried to push him into the couch and kissed
him but he just wasn’t cooperating. He hit my shoulder and flailed under me and
cried trying to push me away even when he loved it when I kissed him, hugged
him and …now he was pushing me away.
“Let me go you fucking pervert! I fucking hate you and I am not afraid to call
the police if you touch me anymore!” He said and shoved me hard, making me go
motionless.
I stared at him and he was so furious at me. He adjusted his shirt and got up
to leave not saying a word when the darkness and rage in me took over. I didn’t
want to do this, I loved him yet I could see myself doing something disastrous.
I took the pillow from the couch and then pushed him onto the floor. He
shrieked as I got on top of him and pressed the pillow to his face and started
to suffocate him.
He was flailing around trying to scream into the pillow but it was of no use.
He tried so hard to get me off but I was strong, my grip on the pillow did not
loosen. Tears started to flow down my eyes when I realized what I was doing but
I just couldn’t stop. I could remember Jin, those people I killed and now
Hoseok was under me, dying and I couldn’t bear it.
“H-how could you leave me? i…I love you so much and you…I’m sorry…please…if
only you…if only didn’t say you hated me.”my tears stained the pillow and I saw
Hoseok’s hands losing strength, his movements were slowed and meek and then
there was no movement at all.
I moved from above him and fell to the floor beside and cried. I didn’t want it
to end this way. He was supposed to be mine forever and he had doubted me and
worse, tried to leave me all alone in this world. He was the only thing holding
me in place and now I was scattered. I was broken even more and I didn’t have
anyone who could patch me up.
I cried all night long holding onto Hoseok’s hand and watching his body turn
pale and cold. When I gathered myself, I realized that I had to dispose the
body and the only thing that came to my mind was the fire furnace used by the
pottery department.
It was late in the night when I had stripped off all of Hoseok’s clothes and
put him in a blanket. I carried him to the furnace, trying hard not to catch
the eyes of the security guard and then went to the furnace which was on 24/
7 as it we exams week and students needed to keep their creations there
overnight.
I took way the blanket and with my gloved hands rose Hoseok’s’ body and then
threw him into the fire. The fire blazed hot and my eyes stinged with tears. I
had wished I would never do that to one love of my life but here I was, yet
again guilty of murdering someone I loved so much.
I was so scared of myself because I was danger by day but pure evil in the
night.
I waited until I saw Hoseok’s body burn completely before sneaking off to the
dorm and cleaning away the evidence. Hoseok had been out the whole night and no
one knew when he had come back home so I tried to make up a story saying that
Hoseok never came back and maybe got kidnapped.
I cleaned the entire dorm room to make sure the police, if wanted to never
found any evidence of it when they did, they left announcing me innocent.
The next few weeks I sent in writing my exams and then graduation without
Hoseok by my side. The police never found the body and they couldn’t even think
of looking in the college furnace. I graduated at the top of my marks and left
the college 2 months later with a hole in my heart that was filled by nothing
but darkness.
Kai had called and asked about Hoseok and when I didn’t say anything, he just
asked me to get back home. I spent the next few months crying, screaming for
Hoseok because I had loved him so much. I couldn’t bear to live with the act
that I had killed him with my own hands, suffocated his pretty face…killed his
beautiful smile.
He was only 19 and I had killed him so ruthlessly over a silly fucking matter.
I would have nightmares of Jin and Hoseok and then I would be covered in piles
of dead bodies, their blood dripping on my face, hands and body and I would dry
for help but no one would help.
Only a voice would say mockingly in my mind “don’t fight it Yoongi. This is
you…embrace who you are. You know you are good at this and it’s damn fucking
exciting.”
The voice would strangely sound like mine.
Seeing my pathetic condition, Kai decided to send me off to New York to relax
and sell some guns to the mafia lords there. It was a simple task because one
mention of Kai’s name and every illegal thing became fucking legal.
I was in the plane and waiting for the flight to take off when one guy with
silver hair came and sat beside me. I didn’t pay much attention to him and
proceeded to put on my head phones when he held my wrists and leand closer to
whisper “I am really not supposed to tell you and this is a secret but….”
I didn’t know at that point in my life that this guy, Namjoon, would be the
reason I would become a psycho killer with weird fetishes and a cold heart in
the future. 
Chapter End Notes
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***** NAMJOON *****
Chapter Summary
     Yoongi is on his way to New York and meets Kim Namjoon.
     He is the reason yoongi find out how to have some fun and someone
     from his past makes an appearance.
Chapter Notes
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     is like an trophy to the writers.
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     from here on out the trigger warnings and the tags are realllllly
     improtant so if you don't like gore then i suggest you steer away.
     for those who stayed...enjoy!
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                           SONG : Monster by Skillet
I was a little stunned by the silver haired guy's sudden approach as people are
usually scared to approach me but soon my expression changed back to my usual
poker face. Sure he had a good face and everything but I don't talk to
strangers like that and his words never seemed to end. He had some really cute
dimples; which I had never seen in my life until then. Hoseok had small dimples
when he would chew cutely but this guy's dimples were very deep and unique.
The hand which held my wrist felt hot, the way he was smiling at me made me
want to wipe it right off his face and replace it with the most intense look of
fear I have ever seen. He unknowingly became my greatest desire but my desire
wasn’t to make him mine or to have sex with him, the desire as to fuck him up,
to see him cry and beg and to watch him fall apart.
I watched him carefully as he told about his little brother few seats over
being a wimp and that he was scared of flying. This guy started to laugh by
himself, sniggering when a boy maybe 6 years younger than me came and started
to hit the silver haired guy's shoulders and pouted at him and said that he
wasn't a wimp.
The silver haired guy's laughed and then said “but you dared me right. You said
that I won't have the guts to tell others of your weakness. I think you are
cute and I bear with you but if your challenge your hyung like you are gonna
get it!”
The boy looked pretty cute when he pouted like that but then his eyes fell on
me and then I saw him glare at me. It seemed like he was threatening me and I
watched amused at his actions.
“I'm so sorry. I just randomly came to tell you this. It's not even my seat; I
just wanted to show him that he can't be a brat all the time.”The guy said and
I just grunted in response.
The guy pushed his hand in front of me and then said with a sweet smile “Hi,
I'm Kim Namjoon. I'm 19 and I study in the John's university in New York and
work as a DJ in the Nirvana club. Nice to meet you.”
I stared at his hand and felt scared because all the while I looked at him
introduce himself and be friendly, all I imagined was him in chains, on his
knees and bleeding while I carve up my name on his chest. He was Hoseok's age
too and it almost felt like life was mocking me and telling me how fucked up I
was to be thinking of destroying him too instead of becoming his friend
instead.
I licked my lips and gulped as I shook his hands and just said “Min Yoongi, 20
and going for family business.”
I really couldn't reveal much anyway. Namjoon smiled at that and then was about
to introduce his little brother who just turned around and ran back to his
mother. Namjoon scratched his head and apologized because his brother was so
rude. He invited me to his club before the air hostess asked him to get back to
his seat and he bowed to me before going and sitting beside his brother who was
still glaring at me.
It was like his eyes were taunting me and questioning me about what I had done
to Hoseok. The kid kind of reminded me of him. The way the kid's hair bounced,
the way his cheeks puffed when he was angry…
I closed my eyes and all I saw was the shocked look on Hoseok's eyes.
Fuck...those eyes looked a hundred times better when he had the fear of death
in his eyes.
The flight took off soon enough and then we were all 36,000 feet above. I had
switched on my phone and checked Hoseok's pictures that I had in my phone. It
was wrong and bad to be doing this. I was his killer; I didn't deserve to feel
sorry about his death. One by one I started to delete the pictures and sighed
when I saw a particularly cute one of him sleeping.
I felt someone staring at me and I turned my head towards Namjoon's direction
and it was him staring at me. When he noticed me, he blushes and then looked
down as if he hadn't been staring at me like a creep.
Frowning, I turned my attention to my phone but the feeling of someone's eyes
was still on me. I tried not to think of it but the eyes felt like they were
piercing through my soul and I so I turned my head back and suddenly everything
went green and dark. I frowned as I looked to my left and found burnt bones on
the seat. I yelped and jumped out of my seat only for my legs to touch
something wet and it let out a squishy noise. I looked down and saw that it was
Hoseok's head I was stepping on. I started to run from there as I started to
hear what seemed like Jin's voice screaming my name. I closed my eyes shut as I
kept running on a road to nowhere.
My feet were suddenly caught by someone making me fall on the cold ground and I
realized that I was in a forest with wet mud sticking to my body. I looked to
my feet and froze when I saw my mother's dismembered body crawling up my leg.
Inch by inch her claws dug into my skin and I could literally listen to my own
heartbeat. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move and I just stayed still as my
eyes looked up to see Jin, with his body burnt, the skin peeling off his
muscles and blood dripping down. I felt hands on my neck but I didn't know to
whom they belonged. The hands got tighter and I was gasping for air when I
heard the air Hostess call out to me.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times and touched my neck but there were no hands
choking me, now claws digging into me. I gulped and the air hostess said
something I didn't understand. I was too disoriented and so I just got up
saying I needed a minute and went to the back of the plane. I entered the
bathroom and saw that I was drenched; my hair was wet from the sweat and looked
paler than usual. This was not supposed to happen. I had already had those
dreams before and I had taken medications for the nightmares to stop but they
never fucking do.
I wiped my face with water a couple of times and tried to calm my racing heart.
I swept my hairs back and looked in the mirror and all I saw was a monster
staring back.
I could see the monster inside of me smirking at me. He is caged, controlled
for now. He cannot escape, he needs to stay away or else I don't know what I
will be able to do. He is there, waiting in the dark for an opportunity. He
just needs just a small opening and then he will cause chaos. He knows me, he
knows what makes me tick, and he won't ever let me forget.
I close my eyes shut tight and just kept chanting “go away! Leave me alone!”  
Well…only until I couldn't feel him anymore but that didn’t seem to be working
much considering Jin’s half burnt face was still right in front of me.
I had my head in my hand and when I looked back in the mirror, he was gone but
the. I looked at myself, at how fucking pathetic and weak I looked. I growled
as my fists clenched in anger. I wished I could punch into that fucking mirror
just to feel strong.
Just then there was a knock on the door and it was the same air hostess
calling. I opened the door and was surprised to see a worried Namjoon biting
his nails off. He hugged me and my frown deepened.
I looked at the air hostess who said “we can't let you travel alone and Mr. Kim
volunteered to take care of you. He said he was your friend so I hope he is
able to take care of you, sir.”
She had that same fucking fake smile since the start of the flight and I wanted
to grab a knife and cut off her lips and then grab her by the hair and bash her
head to the cockpit door.
I just pushed Namjoon off of me and he let go while I went back to my seat. The
man who had initially sat beside me left to sit a few rows in front of me so I
was all alone in that row and was just so happy but then I saw Namjoon bringing
his bag towards me and settling on the seat beside mine. I looked over and saw
his little brother scowling and he looked very displeased.
Namjoon didn't even ask me if I was okay with him there and just took out a
packet of chips from inside his bag and started to down it. I just looked at my
phone so that I could distract myself of his legs and his thighs which ran a
mile. He was wearing skinny jeans which were ripped until his thighs giving me
a small peek of his tanned skin. I didn't want to move my eyes further up to
his crotch so I made myself happy just thinking about fucking those thighs.
He kept on blabbering about all the nonsense in the world and I sat there not
listening to even a word and would just nod or not say anything but that isn’t
seem to stop him. I turned to him as he was animatedly talking about a movie
about a serial killer who kills women and video tapes them as he rapes them and
I was a little amused at his attempt to get me interested was through something
filled with…so much of gore.
He knew me so well already. I liked him.
“Why are you still talking to me when you know I’m not interested in you or
your chats about a rapey serial killer?” Iasked him calmly and he shut his
mouth and blushed.
His blush was cute. Very cute…I wanted to stain his cheeks with his own blood
and then see how pretty that color would look on him.
“Well yeah, I mean I’m not stupid. I got that the first time you glared at me
but i…I’m…I’m kind of into you, you know.”he said fidgeting and avoiding my
gaze.
“What do you mean?” Iasked because he wasn’t really making any sense.
“I…I really like mysterious guys like you and you are pretty hot so i…I was
just thinking that not like lovers or dating but why not just start out as
friends? I would…really like to get to know you better, Yoongi.”Namjoon said
and extended his hand with a smile over his face as if he didn’t just openly
flirt with me.
“Are you sure? I could be a serial killer you know.” Isaid lazily and he
smirked as if he had been waiting for me to say something like that.
“With a face like that…I’m ready to die with those hands choking me.”Namjoon
said as he ran his fingers down my forearm and connected his fingers with me.
“Mm, you are pretty kinky.” Istated the obvious with a new found interest.
“I can get kinkier. It’s a turn off that my mom and brother are there a few
seats away or I would have been all over you by now.”Namjoon supplied and then
clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“You already are.” Isaid pulled away from him but that didn’t seem to stop him
from flirting.
“Oh this is nothing babe.”he said as his hands moved to my thigh and we stared
at each other for a long time until I heard a beeping sound.
“The indication for the seat belt is on. Strap in and pray that we land safely
if you want to continue this relationship.” Iaid as I put on my seatbelt and
Namjoon clapped happily.
“Awesome! We can be friends.”he said as he strapped himself.
“Don’t label it. It only means you are pushing your luck.” Iwarned him but he
didn’t think I was being serious. He was apparently resistant to my resting
bitch face.
“You seem strict. Are you one of those guys who always follow a routine and are
always punctual because that’s a fucking turn on. I like to see perfect men get
messy in bed.”he said and made the people sitting around us a lot more
uncomfortable including me. This open sex talk was getting a little out of hand
but it was getting the better of me.
“Oh, I’m a lot of mess. Don’t worry. If you behave, maybe I will show it to
you, princess.” Isaid looking out the window and smirking as I saw the runway
come into view as the plane descended.
Namjoon only scoffed and then we braced ourselves as the plane landed safely on
the ground. It didn’t take long before everyone was hurrying to get out and
Namjoon had stood up to take out his bag but the crowd pushed him and he fell
on top of me.
My first reaction was to grab his waist in a tight hold which didn’t seem
protective but rather abusive. He looked at me with a frown maybe because I
looked so alerted by this. He got off of me and apologized to me a couple of
times.
I saw Namjoon take out the bag for his mother and his cardigan and shirt rode
up to show little skin and my nail marks on them which had bruised pretty badly
and there was a little blood coming-out. It felt odd that my reaction was so
violent. I thought this trip would make me better but I was getting worse.
I wiped away the sweat that had formed on my upper lip and hurriedly took my
bag to get out the flight which was proving to be more harmful than I thought.
I pushed through the crowd and ran to bathroom because my heart was racing
again, I was feeling nauseous and I didn’t know why I felt a strong pounding
headache. I vomited everything in the bathroom and fell to the side coughing
and trying to grab hold of myself.
The medications weren’t fucking working!
I wanted to kill, I wanted to push a knife into someone and watch them cry and
I wanted to cut each and every part of their body and watch it bu-…. there was
a knock on my bathroom door and I stilled waiting to hear who it was.
It was Namjoon.
“Yoongi? Are you okay?”he called out to me and I growled low in my throat. This
kid was getting on my nerves and worsening the itch I had.
I banged open the door and saw him jump at the sudden act. I glared at him and
then went to wash my face. I looked up and suddenly saw Hoseok with his neck
twisted right behind me. I froze there watching as Hoseok came closer and
closer. I could see him trying to reach out for me in the reflection and I
gulped looking at him.
He smirked at me and then whispered “you can’t change who you are, Yoongi.”
Namjoon shook my shoulder and I snapped out from whatever I was seeing and I
looked at him and he seemed really worried. I rubbed my forehead which was
covered in sweat instead of water and I splashed more water onto my face but it
didn’t help. The headache was still there, the heat generating in my body was
burning me up and it wasn’t even like I had a fever. It almost felt like the
monster inside of me had somehow come to life. He was alive inside me and I
couldn’t get him out.
“I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m fine now. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Isaid as took deep breathes to calm myself.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem that good with air travel.”he asked
therapeutically running his hand down my back.
“I’m good. This was…you just saw me at my worse. I’m fine thanks, Namjoon-ah.”
Isaid as I wiped my face with the tissues.
I looked up and saw Namjoon blushing like crazy and I smiled teasingly and
asked “What? Why are you blushing? Did you like that I called you Namjoon-ah?”
“I…yes. It felt nice…reassuring because his mean you don’t totally hate me.”he
said running his hand through his fingers and letting out a shy breathy laugh.
“Actually I should be the one thinking that. Look I’m sorry for being a dick
earlier. I’m just a little stressed and I should actually be the one getting
the hate from you because of what I did to you. I shouldn’t have gripped so
hard that blood came out.” Isaid honestly but a voice inside me told me that I
didn’t really feel bad for doing that.
“What?!? Blood came out?”Namjoon exclaimed and lifted his shirt up and checked
it in the mirror and my eyes were fixed on his smooth skin and I really wanted
to touch.
“Aww…i…I didn’t even notice that.”Namjoon said trying to check the other side
too.
“I am sorry for doing that.” Isaid as I slowly reached out to touch the warm
skin and his breathe hitched ta my cold hands. .
“It’s...okay. I don’t mind you leaving marks on me. It’s actually…fuck! Why is
everything you do turning me on?” He asked as I slowly caged him against the
sink.
“Yeah? You like it when I do that?” Iasked as my lips ghosted over his exposed
collarbones.
“Mm yeah…fuck Yoongi…ah!”he moaned deeply when I sucked a hickey under his
collarbones.
Just then the door opened and Namjoon’s brother came, face annoyed and a frown
on his face and he screamed “Hyung! Mom is waiting. Come out if you are done!”
“Ah! You scared me! Fine, I’m coming. Just wait a second.”  Namjoon said
embarrassed as I pulled away from him.
“I didn’t know I had so much influence on you.” Isaid as I looked at his boner.
“Well you do and you need to stop. Maybe if I get to know you more, I won’t
feel as horny around you like now.”Namjoon said as he adjusted his shirt so as
to cover his boner.
“Here, this is my number. Call me whenever you can.”Namjoon gave me a piece of
paper and I took it and watched the numbers already memorizing them.
“Really smooth Namjoon.” Icomplimented as he reached the door.
“Well, I try. See you around, Yoongi.”he said with a sly smile and a wink and
then left the bathroom and I clutched onto the piece of paper really hard.
as soon as I was out of the airport, Kai’s men had come and taken me to the
apartment where I would be staying and all through my car ride, I kept thinking
about how close I was to losing myself.it wasn’t supposed to happen so soon, I
shouldn’t even feel his presence inside me. All those hours of trying to
suppress him and trying to believe that there wasn’t a monster living inside me
had been all a waste and if I would be in Korea, I would have murdered that
fucking doctor who said I was fine.
The apartment was in a pretty secluded area, the streets were pretty empty but
it had a thick forest just a few meters away and I could see that Kai had
handpicked this spot for my sake. there were many secret escape routes in case
of emergency like the manhole which was broken so someone could easy open it,
the forest itself, the surrounding buildings which were construction sites and
served as an easy place to hide out and observe the enemy instead. All this
wasn’t really necessary because I never messed up doing the gang’s works
before.
So that meant that this was for me, when the hunger gets out of hand and I go
on a rampage. It had happened before and it had been a pain in Kai’s ass. He
had to clean up a lot of bodies that have piled over the week I ran away and
killed three people in a day at least. Those had left a bittersweet memory in
my head. I would never forget the thrill and excitement of feeling the blood
covering my hands.
The apartment itself had minimalistic furniture, almost all of the sharp things
taken out of the place like the glass table which should have been in the
living room whose prints were still on the carpets, the kitchen didn’t have any
cutlery except few plastic spoons, a glass and a plate. There were no knives,
no scissors, not even gas which showed he didn’t want me to cook. He was
warning me not to and that he wants all of this to be done without any problem.
Kai had sent me to recover from Hoseok’s death and to get a control over my
murderous hunger not to satisfy it. I wasn’t a kid and I could buy a butcher
knife on my own if I wanted to kill but this was Kai saying that enough is
enough.
I sighed as the men who got me to the apartment put my bags inside and then
left after bowing to me and giving me the credit card and a fake id card which
said that I was an apprentice  at the local company so I could flash that
anytime I encountered the police. It was a neat trick and my details would be
automatically updated in the police database without anyone knowing and erased
when I go back to Korea the same way. Technology really was a blessing to the
universe.
I looked at my bags and wondered if I should unpack or leave it for another
day. The jet lag was bad and taking over my body but I hated being too messy. I
was such a mess on the inside so the least I could do was polish myself on the
outside. So with heavy steps I moved on and started to unpack my things which I
had packed with just as precision and put everything in the room.
When I was done, I looked at the room and I was filled with loneliness. I did
not think I would be in this place all alone, the blood of many on my hands,
the death of Hoseok still fresh on my mind even though it has been months
already. I laid down on the carpeted ground and stared at the feeling and I
could hear him talk so clearly now in the silence of the room. The monster
inside me talks so sweetly, its words are always praising and yet they hold the
bitterness of the reality.
I couldn’t sleep even though I was tired, I was jet lagged and my body had to
shut off on its own because I wouldn’t give it the rest it deserved.
When I woke up, it was bright out, the light from the shutters was peeking into
the room and I blinked my eyes as I sat up. My head was aching and my body was
in too much pain. I groaned and got up, my bones cracking as I walked to my
phone whose battery was dead. I frowned because I didn’t think I was slept for
that long. I plugged it in while I went for a bath. I came out, my hairs wet
and a towel wrapped around my waist and switched on my phone and my eyes
widened when I saw that I had been asleep for 3 days straight. I was really
confused and checked for the date online too but it really did show that I was
in a three day coma basically. I didn’t know what to do with this information
and just sat on the couch thinking about where those three days could have been
gone.
Suddenly my phone started to explode with notifications and I checked them all.
They were mostly calls from Kai, some were notifications from my social media
which was mostly news and it wasn’t something really serious so I was glad that
nothing happened during the time I was knocked out.
I messaged Kai about how I had slept throughout the days and that I was sorry.
Immediately a call came and Kai told me how he had been worried and how I
should try and not pass out so fucking often.it was the first time I heard him
tell me that I do this often. I didn’t ask about it because I didn’t want him
to worry so much. It would only mean that he would on my ass 24/7 so I just
hummed when he calmed down and told me about the meeting that I would have in a
week.
I got dressed up and finally after a really long time, I was excited to go out
and it wasn’t to kill this time. I took out my camera which I have taken
interest in lately and then left the building. I checked for my keys and wallet
thrice before finally moving out. I trusted myself to be careful about it but
lately I haven’t really been feeling like myself so I was being cautious.
New York City really was very pretty. It seemed like the city breathed and it
filled me with so many emotions. The people weren’t that friendly I mean they
gave me weird stares while some gave me very suggestive winks but other than
that it was pretty good. The English Kai had forced me to learn had come in
handy and I was able to sweet talk a Starbucks employee to give me a huge
discount on my drink. It wasn’t like I needed the discount; I was just gaining
more experience in flirting. It would come in handy, I knew it.
The day went by quicker and I had eaten just a little so by the time I went
back, my stomach was growling. I could have gone to the restaurant near my
place but I wanted to get back the apartment so I just took out the home
delivery pamphlet and called for some salad and drinks. I wanted to order all
the junk food in the world but I couldn’t risk the heart attacks, not when I
have so much more to enjoy.
I was supposed to give heart attacks to people, not have them myself.
I had been working out too because being a killer meant being strong and quick
and it had also helped me take my mind off killing for a while. Hence the clean
food was a necessity of sorts.
As I waited for the food to come, I changed into sweatpants and a black t shirt
and connected the camera to the laptop. I saw the pictures and all my brain was
to think of various scenarios of how I could kill a person in that place and
then escape. It was not fucking healthy so I closed the laptop and shut my eyes
for a while.
I waited for him to speak but it was quiet. Really quiet and I was starting to
feel paranoid. It was like a quiet before the storm  
Suddenly the bell rang and I got up and went to the door. I opened it and saw a
really cute boy standing there in his delivery boy uniform, jet black hair
peeking from his cap, cute pink cheeks, pretty eyes and very skinny body but
looking at his arms showed that he worked out too.
“Hello sir, this is Min Yoongi right?”he asked and even his voice was so
calming.
“Yes, how much did it cost?” Iasked and he gave me the bill and I took the food
and carried it in while searching for my wallet.
“Have you like just moved in? Seems like this place is very unused. Do you live
in New York now?”he enquired looking around.
“You Korean?”he asked a she stepped inside the house.
“None of your fucking business.” Itold him and he blushed.
“Oh...i…I’m sorry. I was just…i…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried to pry into
your private life.”he said playing with his fingers as I grabbed a few dollars
from my wallet.
“Look, I’m not against you getting to know me better. You truly can but come
over when you are not in that uniform and I will show you everything I got.”
Isaid with a smirk and he finally understood my intentions and his mouth formed
into a ‘o’ and he looked to the ground, the tips of ears turning red.
“I…y-yes…i…”he stuttered trying to speak more but he seemed unsure.
“It’s okay kitten, take your time.”  Isaid as I put the money in his shirt
pocket.
“t-thank you, sir. P-please order from us again!”he mumbled and bowed to me.
The little kitten ran away in a hurry and I couldn’t look at his nametag but I
really didn’t think he would come back. He seemed like he would run away as
soon as I start talking and it was worth a shot but I was not expecting to see
him again.
Within the next week I had planned out all the corners and crevices of New
York. The pictures I had taken, my eidetic memory had helped too and I didn’t
know why I had this obsession of knowing everything about the place I visit
like it was my job. I shouldn’t be so obsessed because obsession only causes me
to sin more. I had always been this way and this was one of those habits which
I never really let go of.
During that week I had even gotten obsessed with the salad from the restaurant
from before and to my surprise, the delivery boy came back again. he told me
his name was Ilsung and that he used to live in Gwangju just like Hoseok and
that his parents had left him at an orphanage when he was 12 and from there he
had worked hard, studied hard to come to New York and that has studying in
college and working to pay for it. He had also told me to change the menu and
try something else because even he was sick and tired of seeing me order the
same thing. It was nice having Ilsung over he was a nice kid.
The meeting with the gang was pretty smooth. The mafias in New York were much
more tamed than I had thought and Kai’s name seemed to intimidate them even
more and they just simply agreed to all my terms about the money and about
future dealings. Although it had taken us hardly an hour to actually meet and
do the deal, it had thoroughly exhausted me and the lack of breakfast was
finally coming to me.
I decided to eat at the restaurant nearby but when I got there I was greeted by
a huge line and I cursed under my breath. I looked at my watch and realized
that it was lunch time and it was a weekend. I clicked my tongue and moved
along the world, the bright sun right above me and I grumbled until I came upon
a retro themed café which was relatively less crowded and entered it.
the café looked pretty good, its walls had grungy wallpaper, there were rusty
chandeliers but it looked like it was supposed to be that way, mirrors were
present on the wall in odd shapes like triangles, there was jazz music being
played and the chit chats from the youth inside made me a little annoyed but
the way my stomach was growling was even more annoying so I went ahead and sat
in the corner and looked through the menu.
The waiter came and stood beside me and without looking up to him I just barked
my orders and he didn’t say anything, just wrote it all and went back. I took
out my phone and messaged Kai all the details and he said I did great. I let
out a small smile at that because it felt good to be appreciated even if the
thing I did was not what is morally great.
“So you can smile too?”  Iheard someone say and I looked up to see Namjoon
coming to my table with my order and setting it there.
I blinked at him and then finally saw the plain white shirt he had on, the
black slack showing off his long legs, the white and red checkered apron was
wrapped around his thin waist and looked really cute and he had a nametag on
his shirt…why he look so hot in those god awfully plain waiter clothes I would
never understand.
I didn’t say much as he rolled his eyes and sat in front of me and pushed the
sandwich towards me. I looked at my food and then to him and suddenly my hunger
wasn’t coming from my stomach but my heart. The hunger for Namjoon was so great
that I wished I could just push him on the ground right there and claim him.
“Have it, I swear to god it tastes really good.”Namjoon said as he smiled
brightly.
“I…sorry I’m still pretty shocked to see you.” Itold him and he chuckled.
“I am too. You seem to be really hungry because you were scowling at the menu.
It looked really cute.”he tilted his head to the side, the totally love stuck
look plastered to his face whenever I was around.
“Yeah, I’m starving actually.”  Isaid as I rolled my sleeves up to take the
sandwich.
“Go on ahead and let me give you company.”Namjoon said and I didn’t care
anymore. My mouth was drooling and so I bit into the sandwich moaning at the
great taste.
“Wont your manager get mad at you?” Iasked as I munched on my food.
“The manager here is my friend’s colleague. He won’t say anything.”he said
disregarding my concern.
“Nice, so what do you not do? You told me that you worked as a dj the last time
we met.” Iasked as I ate another bite and finished the first sandwich in my
plate.
“You remembered.”he said happily with a smirk.
“It’s hard to forget a face like yours, Namjoon. You had greatly…beguiled me.”
Isaid carefully choosing my words.
“Your choice of words is pretty interesting but I’m honored nevertheless. I was
just trying to get close to you.”Namjoon said as he crossed his legs and leaned
against the chair.
“Mm I know. I’m a hard man to resist and you haven’t even seen my cock yet.”
Isaid as I finished my second sandwich but Namjoon was totally baffled and his
eyes were wide from astonishment.
“I…umm…uh…”Namjoon was at a loss for words.
“You look very cute when you get speechless like that. I really do have a great
impact on you, don’t i?”  Iasked as I smirked and got up to wash my hand in the
bathroom.
“I…I’m not…I’m not blushing or speechless. I’m just…”Namjoon said following
after me but stopped.
“Your ears are red.” Isaid brushing my wet fingers against it and he
immediately touched his ears and covered them.
“That was very cute. Maybe…the next time we see each other, you could show me
how sexy you can get too, huh? I want to see all your sides.” I said looking at
him intensely and he leaned against the wall.
“Y-Yoongi…I’m…please…” he moaned as I moved closer to him.
“What do you want baby? Do you want to show hyung everything you got? Want to
impress me?” I asked as I stuck my tongue out and ran it down his neck.
“Yes…oh god…fuck Yoongi! You drive me crazy. I haven’t been able to stop
thinking about you ever since we got back.” he confessed and I smirked giving
him another hickey.
“That’s good. Keep thinking and imagining about me. Let me flood all your
thoughts. Get on your knees and pray hard boy because if you want to be with
me, you will be committing a lot of sins.” I said as I bit onto Namjoon’s oh so
sexy long neck.
He gripped my hairs tight, pulling on them and when I was done biting I pulled
back then winked at him and said “Think about it Namjoon. Call me when you are
ready and I will come and claim you as my reward.”
“Well, thank you for the food. It really was delicious.” Isaid smirking and
adjusted his collar. He still had his mouth agape and stared at me.
I checked him from top to bottom once again and he put a hand over his crotch
trying to cover his hard on and I wished  could help him with that but I had a
date and I had to get home soon. I left the café and walked the streets with a
satisfied smile. Messing with Namjoon really was fun. It was a pleasant
surprise, the kind that left me actually feeling happy and relieved and even
though I was enjoying this moment, the devil inside me was planning for
something more devious with this one thought. It not only wanted Namjoon, it
wanted to destroy him.
I got home and slept for a little while trying to gain all my strength back and
I got up after a few hours and worked out. Asking Ilsung out on a date was a
piece of cake. Some flirting and the boy was giggling and blushing and agreed
to go on a date and I just wanted to fuck him. I did remember Kai’s warnings
and I didn’t want any trouble yet and I hadn’t had a good lay in a while and
Ilsung’s ass was more than just desirable.
I got ready and didn’t put much effort into it because what the point, I was
going to start fucking him right after our dinner was over anyway. So I made my
way to the restaurant he wanted me to come to a little early. I usually liked
being punctual and I was pretty excited to just go on a date and mostly because
I get to fuck Ilsung.
Although being punctual is a good thing, sometimes being too early can cause
troubles too. I had just arrived at the restaurant an hour early just to look
around the area and to check for any security camera which surprisingly weren’t
any. I looked and saw that just a few feet away from the back of the restaurant
was a thick forest and noticed how the only street lamp at the back was
flickering making the forest look even creepier. I looked at my watch and only
10 minutes had passed so I decided to explore the forest just for good measure.
I was walking to there when I heard moans and grunts coming from the back. I
slowed down not wanting to hear someone going at it but then I heard a familiar
voice and leaned to see Ilsung on his knees blowing some guy. The light wasn’t
so bright but I could see everything. The image was burned into my head and I
closed my eyes and went back up front in anger. I felt sick to my stomach for
some reason and my head started to ache. I couldn’t get angry, couldn’t let
myself go when there were so many people around and so I just clenched my hands
and sat on the bench near the restaurant.
I started to nervously shake my one leg, biting my lip because I was furious. I
could not believe I let myself think that Ilsung was this cute and innocent kid
who just wanted to date me. I assumed he must have been those guys who sell
their body or mouth for some extra cash and this made me disgusted.
‘Then why don’t you kill him? It would only bring more peace to this world.
Killing off such filth would only do good. Do it Yoongi, just finish him
off’the monster inside of me spoke. His voice sounded so sweet and convincing.
He was so confident about it, like he really knew the future. He scared me to
death because he sounded so clear in my head, it almost seemed like he was
another person beside me. My walls were collapsing and he was getting stronger
the longer I went without killing or being someone.
My loneliness had created him.
I didn’t want to think about it but my mind started to work on its own imaging
and plotting about ways to kill Ilsung. I could take him to the forest to
finish him off. The place didn’t have any cameras and everyone could think that
we were just going in the back to fuck. I could pretend like I wanted to
explore he forest, force him into coming with me and then pulling out my knife.
I could threaten to expose him and fuck him before killing him off but the
major problem was that the guy he as blowing was a cop. I could tell by police
badge peeking out from his pocket.
I bit my lip and looked at my watch, it had been 40 minutes since I came and
Ilsung still wasn’t done which pissed me off. My kept playing of the various
ways I could kill him but then I realized how I have succumbed to my
temptations. I was not supposed to kill; I was just supposed to fuck Ilsung and
leave. I had never planned to really date him; I didn’t live him or knew much
about him so it was pretty pointless of me to feel angry because he was whoring
himself. I calmed myself by taking deep breathes and waited for Ilsung to come.
He was late, by 15 minutes and surprisingly when he came to meet me, he didn’t
come from the back of the restaurant but from the front, all dressed prettily
like he wasn’t on the ground sucking some guy’s stinky dick. He must have lived
nearby because I saw that he had taken a shower, his dark locks still wet and
dripping, guess he didn’t have time to blow dry.
He gave me a sweet shy smile and apologized for being ate saying he had been
held up by his friend who had just broken up with his girlfriend. The 45 year
old cop didn’t seem like a guy who would have a girlfriend, must be his wife.
I just said that it was okay and we went into to eat. The restaurant was an
average one with decent food. The pasta could use more spice and salt but
except that it was pretty neat. The people there seemed to know Ilsung and the
man spoke extremely good English. Dinner was…a little disturbing because my
head kept talking to me asking me to grab the fork and stab Ilsung’s eye with
it or to stab his hand with the knife so I just set them down and ate with my
spoon. I tried my best to not fuck it up to just end this dinner and leave from
here but Ilsung did something which snapped me.
He had the audacity to hold my hand, look like he was this really sweet
innocent creature who fell from the sky and then suggested he wanted to how me
something at the back of the restaurant. I could easily see what he was
pulling; wanting to take me there, fuck me maybe and then he would think I
would get addicted.
Well, he was in for a surprise.
I slipped on my gloves as I walked behind him. I pulled the zipper of my jacket
up so that none of the blood would get on my shirt. My head was going to burst
because I could hear the monster laughing and celebrating in victory.
As soon as we were at the back, Ilsung pushed me against the wall and started
to suck and kiss on my neck. He was slowly opened my jacket and he gave me
hickeys and started to grind his body against mine. I slipped my hand on his
waist and he moaned as I squeezed his ass. I smirked when I felt his boner
against leg. I gripped his hair and gave him a nasty kiss and he was salivating
as he kissed me hungrily.
I reached for my knife and then swiftly took it out before stabbing Ilsung in
the abdomen, right over his liver. He shrieked but I covered his mouth as he
started to struggle to get away from me. The blood from his wound started to
drip down his white shirt and I pulled out my knife to stab his lung but was
met with the bone so I twisted my knife and pushed deeper and was satisfied
when the knife sank in easily. He looked so pretty with his blood filling his
mouth as he coughed out the blood. The fear in his eyes, the shock and the
realization of what he got himself into was so sweet.
I pulled my knife to stab him again but the asshole had a small corkscrew knife
on him which he took out and stabbed my thigh with it. I grunted at the pain, I
got distracted and Ilsung got up from the ground and started to sprint into the
forest. I couldn’t follow after him because it seemed like he knew his way into
this forest probably because he lived nearby.
I cursed loudly as I pulled out the knife and saw that the corkscrew knife had
the logo of the pizza delivery service Ilsung worked for.  They had given it to
him escape customers like…well like me and he had used it pretty well.
I took out my handkerchief and tied the tied and immediately got into a taxi.
The driver kept looking at me and asking if I was okay but I only glared at
him. I took out my phone and messaged Kai.
You: I fucked up.
Kai: what the fuck? What happened?
You: tried to kill one kid. He stabbed my thigh and ran away into the forest
with two stab wounds on him.
Kai: send me the details of where the kid ran off to. Go to the good will
hospital and meet Dr. Henry. He is our man. He will patch you up.
You: I’m sorry.
Kai: lest talk after you get treated and get home.
After that I sent him the details and made my way to the hospital. There were
Kai’s men there and they took me to henry’s room who patched up my wound. he
was a young guy, in his mid-20’s, pale as fuck, blonde hair which was put up
into a messy pony, green eyes which reminded me of trees and a girly figure but
he compensated it with his deep voice.
As I put on my pants, he looked at me and smirked.
“You get stabbed often?”Henry asked as he packed his instruments.
“I don’t let it get this far. No one fought back.” I lied to him. They always
fight.
“Well if you are going to do this often, first it’s better not to get stabbed
and if you do, let me tell you some tricks on how to take care of it without
coming to the hospital.”he said and showed me some really great tricks to stop
a bleeding and also showed me how to make sure that a person could bleed to
death and how to get away with murder.
“Why are you being so nice?” Iasked after he told me everything he knew.
“Nice? I don’t want you coming here with stab wounds and getting noticed by the
security here. According to the world out there, I’m a very respected
doctor.”He said as he placed his hand over my thigh, smirking suggestively.
“Oh then what are you when the world isn’t watching?” Iasked and then saw him
pulling his coat down his shoulders.
I fucked him that night, in his office and it felt pretty kinky fucking him on
his own desk. I had never been with a foreigner and I enjoyed it because henry
was really tight down there. e was a good fuck but I didn’t have much fun
because my heart wasn’t there.
I went home at 3 in the morning and collapsed on the bed but I had to call Kai
so I picked up my phone to call him. I was half expecting for a message to
already come saying that they found Ilsung somewhere dead in that forest but
apparently not.
“Mind telling me what happened? You weren’t supposed to get off the grid
Yoongi. You were supposed to be there for recovering not to fall into that
again.”Kai’s voice was stern and I felt bad for worrying him.
“It’s not working Kai. The fucking pills aren’t working. I can hear him again,
loud and clear this time. Even now, he keeps talking and…fuck! I...I’m so fed
up.” Igroaned as I moved on the bed.
“What? He… what is he saying?”Kai asked sounding curious.
“That I should just kill you and take over your business.” Iscoffed but this
wasn’t funny.
“Fucking lord! Yoongi! What the fuck? This…you were over all this!”Kai said
completely lost.
“I know…I thought so too.” Isaid feeing pathetic. This was the worst thing
ever…the feeling of losing something which you held onto for so long.
“You were doing so good. What the fuck happened?”Kai asked after a pause, his
voice growing soft.
“I think …I think it’s because of a guy with whom I came to New York. He…his
smile…his kindness…it reminded me of Hoseok.” Isaid and ruffled my hair because
just thinking of Hoseok made me crazy.
“Are you having the nightmares?”he asked and I just wanted him to stop asking
these questions. He knew how bad it got.
“They never stopped.” Itold him and he groaned.
“God dammit! The doctor told that if it got bad, it can’t be cured Yoongi.”Kai
reminded me but it was of no use. I was going insane and there was no help.
“Maybe it’s for the best. I think I should just wait until I self-explode.”
Isaid and I could almost see Kai rolling his eyes.
“Don’t talk like that. This isn’t how you are going down.” Kai tried to sound
brave but I could tell he was scared, that he was sure I would one day turn
into someone I shouldn’t be but he lied because what’s another one in an ocean
of others. 
“I don’t know anymore Kai. This…I think I won’t be able to control it any
longer. Do you think it’s better if I’m in an asylum or something?”  Igenuinely
asked because sometimes killing people scared me, it made me want to confess
everything so that they would lock me away.
“No! Don’t you fucking think about that. Just…look you try your best okay. Just
try to keep it under control and if you can’t then…then I will make you into an
assassin. You can kill as many bastards as you want.”Kai suggested as an
alternative and we had discussed about this but we didn’t know if I would be
able to stick to my job or not.
“Thank you, Kai but you know that I might come for your head one day, right?”
Iasked him knowing his answer. It was more of a silent cry to leave me behind
because I was scared one day I would snap and attack Kai and kill him too.
“I’m aware but I trust you to do the best. You are like my son and I would do
anything to protect you.”Kai said in a shaky voice but he was sure of what he
was saying.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.” Iwas happy. His words meant a lot to me.
“Get some shut eye. We are still searching for your boy and the men said that
they found blood all over the place and they have gotten to work but nobody
knows.”  He said and I sighed in frustration.
“Right. Okay. I will go out to check the place tomorrow.” Isaid to ease his
worry and he grunted.
“Okay. Be careful and call if anything happens.”  He said like he usually does.
“Yeah I will.” Isaid and cut the call and threw my phone onto the bed.
I did not have any energy to think anymore so I just closed my eyes and let my
dreams be haunted by yet another person who have most probably died because of
me. I woke up to the bell ringing. I groaned and felt the pain in my leg which
was also going numb. I heard the bell again and I walked to the door not
bothering to wear a shirt.
I opened the door but there was no one there. I frowned and then looked down to
see the newspaper there. The guy who gave out the newspaper never rang the bell
and it seemed a little weird but I took the paper and went in. I made myself
some juice and took out the paper and read it and my eyes went wide when I saw
that an officer had been killed brutally by this killer who was calling himself
the death angel and that he only targets cops.
The reign of the death angel had been going on for 3 months and no one knows
who the killer is. The cops picture was that shocked me the most because it was
the same guy Ilsung had been blowing the night before.
My immediate thought was that Ilsung had killed him but Ilsung didn’t seem like
the type although looks could be deceiving. I stay in silence reading about the
officer after hacking into the police records and apparently the guy had
recently divorced his wife because he came out as a homosexual, he was going to
retire soon and he was from a well to do family. He had 2 kids; the son was
married and had a kid while the daughter was living with her girlfriend.
Thinking about it a little more, I started to do research about the other cops
the death angel had killed and all of them were older men who were cops or in
the military field, they had been recently divorced but the most peculiar thing
was that they were all regular visitors to the same strip club. It was the only
thing common among them besides them being in the security field and well in
the field of being dead. It was pretty clear how Ilsung was the death angel but
I couldn’t find any reason for it.
I opened my other computer and looked up Ilsung’s name in the employee’s list
and I was shocked when I saw that the Ilsung in the list wasn’t the one who had
been visiting me. It was a completely different person and I frowned because
this couldn’t have happened. Someone was tracking me and they had done a great
job at that.
I grabbed my coat and made my way to the pizza place from where I ordered and
when I asked them if the guy in the picture really was Ilsung, they had said
yes and also told that Ilsung had been missing for 3 months already which was
weird because that was how long the death angel had been killing cops. It was
pretty clear when I came out of the place that someone had killed Ilsung and
used his uniform to go to his victim’s house and then kill them later on.
It was all so good but I didn’t know why the killer had targeted me too. I had
no resemblance to any of the previous victims and this made me restless. I felt
tensed whenever I was out and felt like someone was watching. Even though I had
stabbed the guy I didn’t think he was dead but rather he was in hiding. I
didn’t want to seem weak and after 2 weeks of no action, my mind started to
work on other things.
Mindless sex was the only cure for my desire to kill people. It was the closest
I could dominate someone without fucking things up. I could go as far as bruise
them badly and they would still enjoy it and although not much but it gave me
satisfaction. It didn’t matter if it was a girl or a guy, if they were a
prostitute or a priest, all of them were ready to go to the shabby hotel with
me and didn’t mind when I would push my cock deep in them.
They would be too blissed out to even talk by the time I was done with them. It
was great the initial times with me trying to fuck anyone I could find and I
would return home with a sated mind but as days passed I started to get more
uncomfortable and restless after fucking someone. The effects of sex started to
dull out and the need to kill was growing.
I stopped having sex when one day I almost picked up a knife to stab a blind
folded boy in the heart while I was fucking him because the monster in me kept
screaming for me to do it. The boy yelling and begging for me to hurt him
didn’t help either.  I had pulled out and left from there in a hurry because
any second longer and that boy would be bleeding to death on the bed.
I had been a Wednesday morning when I woke up sweating because like the past
few nights I had been having the same nightmare of Hoseok coming to kill me. I
rubbed my eyes and got up to take a shower and while I looked for clothes to
wear, a piece of paper fell from there and I picked it up to read Namjoon’s
name and number on it. I didn’t know that I had kept his information all along.
I went to my phone and added his number although I knew I would never call him.
It just felt good to have his number there.
After I got dressed, I stared to think about Namjoon. It was weird because my
thoughts weren’t to kill Namjoon; they were actually to have him close to me. I
just wanted to be with him and listen to him talk and watch him smile shyly and
watch him blush and then I wanted to do intimate things to him. I growled
because this was not how I was supposed to feel.
Namjoon was a complete stranger; I know he was bad news because of how much he
attracted me. I wondered if I would have had the courage to call him if I
wasn’t fucked in the head. I decided to stay home that day too and listen to
some old love songs which calmed me down a little.
Soon I started to feel hungry considering I haven’t eaten in the past 45 hours
and so I got up from my bed where I had spent most of my time. I turned off the
songs and then looked out the window and saw that it was completely deserted
with the street lights on. I frowned and looked at the phone to see that it was
2 am in the morning. I groaned because no one delivered this late and night and
it meant I had to go out and going out at night wasn’t safe…not for me but for
others.
The dark night was the time when my mind worked the sharpest like it finally
wakes up and I go insane with the monster inside screaming at me to pull the
girl walking in front of me to the side and slitting her throat or to stab the
boyfriend who had come out to throw the trash. I was really hungry and thought
that my body would want food more than blood but the hunger for murder was more
than that for the food.
I went back home, the blood from the girl I had killed splashed all over my t
shirt which I covered with a jacket and my hands were shaking because I had
killed another one and I was freaking out. It wasn’t the fear of taking a life
which scared me but the fact that I had enjoyed it so fucking much. I
absolutely loved the screams the girl’s throat produced when I cut the skin
over her right breast, the way her blood spilled down her mouth as she choked
in in it after I slit her throat, the feeling so sweet and an absolute bliss
like it was some kind of a drug.
when I realized how I had actually killed her, I started to panic because I
could hardly remember how careful I was, I didn’t know if I had let my
fingerprints on her, didn’t know if there were cameras around, didn’t know if I
got rid of her phone or not. I reached inside my pocket and felt the bloody
gloves in them and I examined them when I heard something falling down.
I looked at it and it was a blade…a fucking razor blade. I had killed her with
a fucking razor blade and I was completely speechless. I had never used it
before and I didn’t know that it could cause such a deep wound to cause blood
loss which had covered my shirt.
I ran took out my phone and checked for any news about her but it was too soon.
No one said anything about her for 8 fucking days. that was when the police had
finally found the body which was buried in some forest which was almost 40
miles away from where I stayed which was an amaze because I couldn’t remember
going or coming back from there. The reporter told about how the girl’s head
was bashed against the tree and how by the state of her fingernails showed she
had struggled a lot.
I looked at my forearm where there were three nail marks and I realized that’s
where I had gotten it from. They told about how her face was completely
disfigured, she had cuts all over her body targeting the major arteries so that
she would lose blood quickly and die sooner. The reporter concluded that the
murderer must be a professional and that he was a freak to enjoy this because
it was a rather cruel death but expect that, there wasn’t any other evidence
even after the checkups and investigation.
I turned off the news and put my phone to the side as I thought about
everything that was shown. It was a perfect crime, no one knew who I was but my
work was feared and that enthralled me. It was the kind of feeling I had never
gotten because my crime was so fucking perfect and I didn’t know what I did
half of the time.
It was like my monster had taken over and done everything for me which honestly
felt great because when he took charge, I was safe. I gulped feeling the rush
of accomplishment wash over me when the next day the case was closed because of
insufficient evidence. There were no suspects, no witnesses and no evidence. A
girl just died and no one knew who did it.
I knew I was good, I just didn’t know I was getting better.
This elated me somehow and I decided to spend my day at the brothel house. It
was a really nice place actually in contrast to how people thought. It was well
organized, the prostitutes were clean and they though they smelled of alcohol
when kissing, the overwhelming perfume they put on made up for it. The
prostitute whom I had chosen was a young boy with toned abs, perfect black hair
and a scent to him which could intoxicate me.
for the safety of the prostitute’s identity, they were given masks which they
could remove f they wanted to but my prostitute didn’t feel so intimate and
settled to wearing a mask which covered his forehead, ears and nose  leaving me
to look at his beautiful pretty lips which seemed so familiar.
The boy moved into the private room which I had booked wearing only black laced
panties and stockings which disappeared into red heels which he wore. The mask
that had covered half of his face was decorated with red and black stones and
peacock feathers which could be found only in…Busan.
 His lips were tinted red, his hair styled and it really was a turn on how he
walked into the room while swaying his hips. I had been sitting on the chair
waiting for him to come and he looked at me and smirked at me confidently. His
nipple was pierced and he had the tattoo of a heart near his chest which I
could tell was obviously a fake to make it harder for me to find or recognize
him.
I watched him closely as he waked closer to me and I could notice so many
things about him and when he turned around to show me full view of his ass and
back, I recognized where I had seen him before. Gratefully it did was turn me
on even more and I felt my cock grow harder when he bent down to placed his ass
on my crotch.
I slowly tried to touch his ass but then he moaned as he moved his hands away
“no touching.”
His voice was deep and I could tell he was faking his voice. He was straining
his cords too much yet I obeyed and folded my arms so that he could do whatever
he wanted. I was sure I could make him lose his mind and reveal his true voice
once we start fucking. He started to slowly grind on my crotch, rolling his
hips and moaning whenever my cock would rub against his balls. He was teasing
me with his foreplay trying to get me into the mood but he didn’t know that I
was already really high on him, wanting to fuck him, the memories of my past
with him made this experience even sexier.
While he rubbed his ass against my cock I grew impatient and grabbed his hip
and threw him onto the bed and he gasped, his real voice echoing through the
room. I got on top of him and placed my hand over his mask and he immediately
panicked, his eyes widening and a hand came to stop me. I stopped and watched
him with a smirk. His breathe was unsteady, he was sweating and the fear in his
eyes was so made him even more gorgeous.
My hand moved down from the mask to his lips and I played with them before
dipping my fingers into his hot mouth. He looked at me unsurely before he
started to suck on my fingers eagerly. His mouth was very hot, his tongue
playing with my fingers and his lips sucking me and I groaned as I unbuttoned
my shirt.
I attached my lips to his slender neck and he moaned as I started to grind down
on him. I pulled my fingers out of him and smeared his lips with the saliva,
his lipstick smearing around his lips making him look even prettier. I removed
my jacket and threw it onto the chair and then grabbed his thighs which he
wrapped it around my waist. I ran my fingers down his neck to his left nipple
flicking it and he let out another perverted moan. I smirked and then leaned
down to take his nipple in my mouth sucking on it hard as his fingers came to
grip my hairs. His piercing actually felt good against my tongue and his hard
nipples seemed delicious somehow. I bit onto the skin near his nipple and he
hummed as he moved his hips to get some friction.
Even though I knew he would lie about it, I asked him “what is your name?”
“Do I really have to tell you?”he asked me in return a playful smile to him as
if he mocked me.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m Yoongi, by the way.” Itold my real name because no
one was going to actually verify it and the stripper under me already knew that
we just needed to get acquainted properly.
“I know…”he breathed as he wrapped his legs around my hips pad pulled me close.
“Hmm I wonder how.” Iasked as soon I heard him. He made such a huge blunder; I
wondered how he was going to cover it up.
“You have your name at the door. You…ah! Fuck! I really like your name. Want to
scream it loud when you fuck me hard and deep.”  He whined as he thrusted up
trying to distract me from my question.
“Hmm looking forward to it then, princess.” I said and he smirked as I leaned
down to take his other nipple into my mouth.
He threw his head back as he let me do whatever I wanted with his body. He was
so submissive; it made me cum right there. I moved down to lick at his abs and
noticed the makeup he had put there which was skin friendly judging by the
smell and tastes of it which made me really curious. I didn’t know he was this
invested in skin care too. It was a pity that it didn’t do much to cover the
scar he had there but I didn’t mind much because the rest of his skin was soft
and pale. I looked up to him and saw him with his mouth hanging open, saliva
drooling down as he panted heavily.
I could easily tell it had been long since he had been fucked by his actions
and the way his body got too sensitive. I was a little happy because I got to
see him writing under me like this. It had been a long dream of mine to fuck
him senseless. As I moved down further to his thick thighs, I felt the urge to
grab a knife and slowly slice the skin and watch the blood trickle down but
instead bit into his thighs and he gasped ever so sweetly. I couldn’t get
enough of his thighs as I licked and nibbled on them, tasting the skin and
inhaling the sweet scent.
I pulled on the netted stocking which was choking his pretty thighs down until
his knees as he reached down to pull his panties under his balls to reveal his
hard cock and started to stroke it and I let him do it for the moment. I ran
the tips of my fingers down his left leg until I reached his heels and gently
removed them, throwing them onto the floor, not caring if the stones on it
broke.
I did the same with the other heel and saw him seductively place fee over my
shoulder. He ran in down my chest until he placed it over my crotch and pressed
hard causing me to groan. He licked his lips and got up to push me onto the bed
now.
He was so deliciously eager to taste me that it made me wonder if I was his
only source of life. He got on top of me and started to grind his ass against
my hard on as he licked my neck not even bothering to unbutton my shirt.
I was about to unbutton it but he stopped me and said “no, I want you to fuck
me when you are in that. You look so fucking hot I just plain shirt and
trousers.”
“As you wish, princess.” Isaid and he smiled at me before moving down to my
belt buckle.
His plump lips quivered eagerly as he mouthed my clothed hard on which was
seriously getting hard by the second. He was a real tease as he slowly pulled
the belt out of its hoops and then pulled my zipper down after unbuttoning my
pants. I breathed shakily as he pulled my black boxer briefs down and freed my
cock. He hummed in satisfaction and I could see the blush on his cheeks and
ears.
“Suck me, quick!” Ibegged and he just smirked and then sat up and I groaned.
He chuckled as he proceeded to remove his panties completely and then moved to
that his ass was close to my face and then leaned down so that he could suck my
cock. I blinked a couple of times just taking in the sexiest view I have ever
seen in my life. It was a good thing I had photographic memory because this was
good material.
I felt him wrap his fingers around my cock and he started to slowly pump it. I
really couldn’t do much than enjoy the way he was skillfully giving me a hand
job. I felt his warm spit run down my cock as he started to stroke faster. I
felt him wiggle his ass and I realized that I can’t let such a wonderful
opportunity leave so I started by licking a long wet stripe from his balls to
his hole and I felt him jolt. I placed my hand over his ass and squeezed as
left kisses there. 
I lifted my head up  to gently lick at his hole and he moaned cursing under his
breathe and I took it slow, fucking him with my tongue first because I wanted
him to get addicted to it and it seemed like it was working by the way he was
whining and begging me to use my fingers. I didn’t’ give him what he wanted and
instead moved a little down to take his cock in my mouth and he gasped and
looked down to see me devouring his cock.
His hard cock was really better than I had expected the veins against my lips,
the taste of his pre cum, the way his cock was longer than wide…it was just so
pretty.  I felt him slowly tease the tip of my cock with his tongue and then he
engulfed my cock in the wet heat of his mouth causing me to moan and he moaned
back, our senses going crazy at the feel.
His lips were sinfully moving down my cock and I could feel my climax so I
reached down to caress his nipple as I sucked his cock with a sense of urgency.
His high pitched moans were my favorite sound and it felt so good that I
couldn’t last for long and came in his mouth.
I didn’t let him cum and just pushed him onto he bed and he looked at me with
teary eyes and full red swollen lips with my cum and saliva shining at the
corner of his lips which was a really huge turn on.
He grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me down for a kiss but before our lips
could meet we heard the loud banging on door and people shouting ‘police are
here!’ I looked at him and he seemed to panic. He pushed me off of him and then
hurriedly grabbed for his minimal clothes and ran away from there leaving me in
the room all alone. I sighed as once again I had missed him and I wanted to
hold him so much but now he was gone into the wind again.
I adjusted my clothes and took everything of mine before slowly exiting the
building through the secret doo available near the basement of the brothel. It
led out through a mall tunnel to a few feet away and as I came out from there,
I saw the police cars around the building and some men and men were dragged
into police cars.
I wondered how it would actually feel like to get arrested and how I would feel
if they came to know about the murders but then the voice in my head told me
‘you won’t get caught. You have me. Let me take over and you will be immaculate
and exemplary.’
Of course he would say that…he really meant those words.
After the incident at the brothel, I decided to sit back a little and just
enjoy the city. I found out about new shops that have opened up but day after
day my feet would stop near the café where Namjoon would work and I would spend
hours just staring at observing from outside. I could tell it, the monster
inside me liked Namjoon, how caring and pure he was, the monster wanted to
destroy him completely, pull him apart, strip him away from his perfect life
and to make him a mess and I was curious if he could really do it.
That was the biggest mistake that happened.
I had started to agree with the voices in my head and that was what caused my
downfall although everyone else thought it was a victory.
I started to follow Namjoon everywhere he went and he was almost like my second
soul. I knew what he would do how he would react, I knew everything about him
and I could predict his decisions with a success rate of 85% but there was
still that 15% which just couldn’t be mastered but that was what added to the
thrill of it all.
Contrary to what I thought and believed in, I actually liked Namjoon too
considering I was the one who got too eager to meet him and planned a scenario
where we could meet and spend enough time to get acquainted and ensure that we
meet again.
That night I made an effort to look good. I dressed up in skinny ripped jeans
and had a black half s sleeved t shirt on with a green bomber jacket on. I put
on my snapback and mask for safety purpose and dyed my hair navy blue which
looked pretty good on me luckily and I wore my favorite boots for added effect
and I checked myself in the mirror once before going on to pick up the knife
and hiding it away in the my jacket.
The reason why I had to get ready so well was because the place I was visiting
was Namjoon’s club and I had to blend in well. It was a club for everything
young and wild and I was glad I settled in that category. I didn’t put on any
accessory to prevent making myself highlighted or recognizable but I had
overestimated the crowd.
As soon as I entered the club, I was attacked with loud music, thick scent of
air freshener and the urge to leave. This crowd was wilder than I had seen the
past few days from outside and then I remembered that it was a Saturday night
which of course meant that even the older crowd came to prey over the younger.
I stood in the corner taking in the entire room, the floors and the exits and
the entrances, the workers and the bouncers.
The music dulled for a moment and then I heard Namjoon’s voice excitedly asking
the crowd if they having a good time. I moved out from my corner to walk a
little further down the room to find Namjoon on the top floor surrounded by the
turn table, a mic and a laptop in front of him. His hair was pink now and he
had headphones covering his ears, a grin over his lips as he searched through
the songs of his playlist and he had dressed pretty sexily in a long sleeved
sweater which said nirvana on the front and the bottom…well I couldn’t see much
although I kind of guessed he would be wearing skinny jeans but they were never
torn which was a bit of a disappointment yet a huge turn on because it made me
want to know how the skin of his legs looked and felt like even more now.
I removed my snapback and attached it to my belt hoops and pulled my mask down
after searching the area for camera. the cameras were old and some of them
weren’t even on which showed how they didn’t bother checking up on any footages
and I wasn’t going to do much that night so I just casually walked to the floor
where Namjoon was.
My heart was, in contrast to my usual self, beating very erratically like I was
way too anxious for whatever would happen. It felt like someone would feel
before knowing that they would succeed in the task even before the results were
out. I was confident and just the thought of how everything would go on gave me
goosebumps.
I could see Namjoon happily playing with the turn table and playing the role of
the Dj very efficiently. There was an open door to walk to him and I just stood
there leaning against the frame to watch him. He was just a few feet away from
me completely immersed in whatever he was doing and I thought of the different
ways I should approach him. I could go in, surprise him by locking the door and
attacking his lips but I didn’t want to grab attention which I definitely would
get for disputing the Dj.
I watched his tall figure and the way his long legs were enclosed in tight
black leather pants, he had worn those gothic wincklepicker shoes which were
very popular now a days. I turned around, deciding it was better I waited at
the bar for him to finish his work.
For some reason, I couldn’t even approach him after he finished working and he
went to some of his friends and started to have some drinks.
I watched him from far as he talked to his friends, danced hopelessly on the
floor and I also noticed how one girl kept trying to cling to him and he was
kind of responding but he was easily getting distracted, this girl was Choi
Sukja, she was a senior of Namjoon’s, dance major, completely nerdy but the
sexy kind, she liked to have different personalities judging by her twitter and
Facebook posts and her secret snap chats to strangers and it didn’t take a
genius to know that she was totally into Namjoon.
I saw her try to stop Namjoon from drinking more and she looked genuinely
worried which made me wonder if she actually wanted a relationship with him.
They fished drinking and decided to move out and it thought it was my chance to
finally meet up with Kim Namjoon.
I saw his friends leave the other way while Namjoon wrapped himself in a long
trench coat and pulled it close to his body. The cold of the night seemed
rather harsh and I wondered how it was winter already. I let him slowly walk in
front of me and I put on my snapback and mask as I followed him.
He put on his glasses and walked a bit further before turning right and it
seemed like he really was a little drunk because the way in which he was going
was not the way to his house. I watched him turn corners and then turn around
to walk the other way completely confused and it was pretty amusing watching
him trying to find his way home. It made him such an easy target and I almost
felt bad for him.
His friends really shouldn’t have let him go home alone.
Namjoon bumped into a person and asked him where the address to his house was
and the person gave him the wrong directions smirking mockingly while Namjoon
bowed to him and thanking him. Namjoon walked further away from his house and
was now completely lost. I was just a few feet behind him and still he hadn’t
noticed me.
He scratched the back of his neck and then took out his phone to maybe call his
friends but then suddenly someone came running at rapid speed and snatched the
phone away from his hand. Namjoon shrieked and kept shouting at the man who was
approaching me now. He really didn’t think that I would try to stop him but I
did. I put my arm up and he collided with it.
I curled my arm around his shoulders and then hit his leg causing him to lose
balance and then threw him to the ground and the thief groaned in pain. Namjoon
came running near me huffing and puffing and he kicked the thief yelling and
screaming at him. I stopped him and took his phone and handed it to him.
Namjoon called the police but I stopped him. He frowned sat me while I tried
the thief to the electrical pole with his own shirt after knocking him out
cold.
I walked to him and said “that should do it. One night in this cold should fix
him.”
“Well it better.”Namjoon said scowling at the thief once again.
“By the way, thank you so much for helping me! This phone is my life and I
don’t know what I would be doing without it.”Namjoon said bowing to me and I
smiled behind my mask.
“Don’t worry about it.” Isaid waving my hand at him to stop him for bowing
again.
“Um...it was really awesome how you threw that guy to the ground…really cool
and charismatic…um…uh…can I know the name of my savior?”he asked trying to look
at me behind my snapback.
“Oh I didn’t know you forget me this soon, Namjoon-ah.” I said and pulled my
mask down and he gasped.
“Yoongi! Its…it’s really you!” He jumped on the road in happiness and he
suddenly hugged me tightly.
I didn’t hug back and he soon noticed that pulling back and blushing like crazy
as he apologized.
“What are you doing in the middle of the road getting robbed?” Iasked him and
he dropped his head low trying to cover his face in shame.
“Oh…oh my god this is really embarrassing but I can’t find my way home.” He
said and I faked a laugh.
“What? How hammered are you?” Iasked half expecting him to push me away and
leave from there.
“Not as much you think I am. I just...i was lost I thought and I asked this man
directions and he was an asshole and told me the wrong way.”He said as he
looked so lost and I smiled at him.
“Well…this is peculiar.” Isaid after a while and he hummed.
“Uh...yeah…I know you are new to this place but do you know the way to my
house?”he asked and told me the address. Of course I knew it; I had followed
him every single day.
“Yeah I know and you are a long way out.” Itold him and he groaned angrily.
“Fucking awesome! Dammit Namjoon!!!Ugh!”he hit his forehead with his palm and
looked pretty pathetic.
I turned around and started to walk away from him when I heard him come running
to me and ask “Umm…where are you going? Are you going to take me to my house?”
“Well I am taking you home…just not yours. Mine is just round the corner.”
 Isaid and he was shocked beyond normal.
I turned to face him and waited for his response. He was nervous, I could tell
by the way he was clenching his fist and playing with the loose threat of his
coat, the way he was licking his lips and he was thinking a lot which I found
it a little unsettling because I thought all he wanted to do was to fuck. I
didn’t know the reason for his nervousness so I walked to him and then slowly
took his hand and he looked at me still pretty tense but his eyes had a hint of
lust which I wanted to fully experience.
“Come with me Namjoon.” Isaid confidently and he finally nodded.
We walked for a little before the building with the vacant apartment came into
view. I had been noticing this apartment hoping to bring Namjoon here because I
couldn’t really take him to my real apartment. I noticed that the security
wasn’t there but there was enough proof to show that there usually is one
guarding the apartment. I felt lucky that I had come when the guard was mostly
suing the bathroom or something like that. It wasn’t a major task breaking open
the lock and Namjoon was too drunk and nervous to be noticing me trying to pick
the lock in the dark.
The door opened soon enough and I switched on the lights, happy to find that
the house was fully furnished. I knew it belonged to a man who had been staying
in Australia for the past 6 months and wasn’t planning on returning judging by
the heap of letters in the letter box at the entrance. I checked for the floor
and the windows and saw that they had been cleaned which meant that the maids
had already cleaned and so there was no reason to expect sudden guests for the
night.
I saw Namjoon looking at the hall with his jaw dropped. I ask him to get
comfortable and he nodded sitting himself on the luxurious couch. I went to the
kitchen and prepared for some coffee and while I waited for it to boil, I
observed him from the small window which let me see him clearly. He had removed
his trench coat and set it down beside him along with this glasses and was
looking around when his eyes fell on a picture frame and I immediately felt my
blood run cold.
I hadn’t scanned for the pictures in the room!
He picked it up to see two girls who were obviously Americans and asked
pointing to it “who is this? Their pictures are everywhere.”
“Oh this? They belong to the owner of the house.” Itold him and he blinked at
me.
“What?”he asked after a pause, his voice higher than ever.
“Yeah I broke into this empty house just so I could fuck you here.” Ismirked
and pushed the cup of coffee towards him.
“w-what? I…what are you saying?”oh, he sounded scared now suddenly and I had to
stop myself from scaring him even more…it would ruin the fun I was having if he
ran away.
“Calm down…this house belonged to a friend of my father. He let me stay here
while I visited because they don’t live here. They had shifted to Australia a
while ago.” Isaid and it wasn’t all a lie so it felt easier to tell him that.
“Oh my god! Don’t scare me like that.”he said laughing and then hitting my
shoulder slightly.
“But your expression was pretty cute.” Iconfessed and he stopped laughing and
then looked to his lap with a shy smile.
“Shut up~”his voice was super cute when he was being all defensive although I
dint understand why he didn’t think he was cute.
“Here have some coffee.” Isaid and he realized he had kept me hanging and took
the cup from my hands. He noticed that I didn’t have any myself so he asked
“aren’t you having any?”
“No, coffee makes me cranky and I want to be a little romantic tonight.” Isaid
as I settle beside him, removing my jacket and he bit his thick lips smiling
and I knew I had him smitten.
“Uh...um… coffee usually has a happy effect on most people.” He said as he
sipped the coffee and I smirked.
“Well I’m not most people now am i? You of all people know about that.” Isaid
moving closer almost making his cup fall out of his hands.
“I...Yoongi…I..”he stuttered putting his hand over my chest to stop me from
getting any closer which was quite a surprise… this was the marvel of 15% and I
loved it.
“Drink up Namjoon. I want you sober for what we are about to do so that you can
get drunk on me.” Iwhispered as I moved closer despite his hand between us and
sucked on his neck. He whimpered and gripped the cup harder; closing his legs
and looking so fucking vulnerable it was so fucking ridiculous.
He drank the coffee with difficultly and it was entirely my fault because once
I had a taste of him, I just couldn’t stop. I kept nipping on his delicious
neck, running my tongue down to his collarbones and played with the end of his
sweater almost feeling his skin on the tips of my fingers.
“I’m…I’m done.”he declared and I pulled back to see that his cup was empty but
his grip on it was still just as tight.
“Good boy. You are so obedient aren’t you?” Isaid, my voice lowering and coming
out as perverted maybe because I just couldn’t stop my imagination from running
wild. I reached for the cup and took it from Namjoon’s hand, setting it
carefully onto the table before looking at him but he wasn’t returning my gaze.
I got off of him asking him to follow me into the room and he left his coat on
the sofa while we walked into the bedroom. It had chosen the master bedroom
which was the cleanest and had minimal furniture. Namjoon suddenly turned to
say “oh can I make a phone call real quick? I just want to inform my brother
that I won’t be home so soon.”
“Sure. Go ahead.” Isaid feeling a little relived because this gave me time to
check the room.
“Right. I will be back quickly.” Namjoon said and went to the couch to fish out
his phone to call while I went to check the bathroom and saw that many of the
toiletries were still there and was actually pretty spacious making me wonder
if we could have shower sex. It would be a great experience.
I switched off the light and then went to the bed and looked at the navy blue
linen over it, the pillows were a horrible shade of red which almost made my
spin reminding me strangely of human blood. I closed my eyes to breathe but I
could hear the monster inside me chuckling because it just wasn’t my
imagination, it really was the closest shade of human blood.
Namjoon came into the room and called out to me a couple of times but I was too
busy staring at the bed, my imagination had already gone wild in those few
seconds as I imagined Namjoon sprawled on the bed, his body decorated in the
cleanest of cuts so that he would soak the sheets with his blood, his
fingernails ripped out, his skin turning pale as the blood drains away and…
“Yoongi!”
 Isnapped out of my nightmarish imagination at Namjoon’s voice and I blinked
and looked at the perfectly normal sheets and bed. He came closer and placed
his hand on my shoulders asking me if I was really okay and he looked genuinely
worried.
Silly boy.
I grabbed him by the wrist and pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him. I
started to kiss him. He tasted really good, the faint taste of alcohol mixed
with the heavy one of coffee drove m crazy. I was addicted to him so insanely.
I had been following, watching without touching him and now that he was on this
bed with me, I couldn’t stop myself.
I sucked on his lips as my hand moved inside his sweater feeling the hot skin
and I ran my hand over his abdomen and felt him shudder and whimper “mm…ah!
Yoongi…”
I needed more, I just wanted so much more and I moved down to start sucking on
his neck but that wasn’t enough, I felt this itch in my teeth and I just bit
down into his neck like an wild animal  while he yelped out “Yoongi…oh
fuck…ah!”
“Yoongi wait!”he said when I pulled down the collar of his sweater so that I
could bite on more skin and I looked at him in a daze and found him just as
horny yet he had uncertainty written over his face.
“I…I’m sorry but…I’m...I’m actually…”he was having so much trouble talking
because his breathe was uneven, he was panting and his face had turned hot and
I moved back a little in realization.
“Oh god please don’t tell me you are a virgin.” Iasked hoping the answer was a
no because I really didn’t want to take his virginity.
It just seemed wrong at that moment in my life. I knew it wasn’t a big deal to
some but for me it was something very intimate and I really didn’t want
Namjoon’s first to be a serial killer who would eventually kill him….I wasn’t
even shocked that I had already considered myself as an serial killer without
hesitation.
“No of course not well…I’m…kind of.”Namjoon said resting his head on the pillow
and I frowned.
“Namjoon, what do you mean you are kind of a virgin?” Iasked him sternly
already losing the patience I had been hiding because he looked so fucking sexy
with his shirt almost ridden up and his body was really hot, almost like fire
and I wanted to wrap my arms around him and feel him soon.
“Well the things is…I have never…you know…had my ass…fingered or…have fucked
before.” Namjoon said blushing and he covered his face with his hands unable to
show me his face.
“I mean I had tried to play with my ass before once but I never had anyone
else…you know do this because I never thought…i…I’m actually…I think I’m
bisexual…I’m...I’m not sure I just…I’m confused and...”  He kept blabbering and
holy fuck! The 15% just keeps getting better, isn’t it?
“Then why did you approach me? Act like you were totally down for this?” Iasked
pulling back more but I felt him fist my t-shirt stopping me with a little
desperation.
“I am because you attract me. You have that effect on me…and it’s only you. I
haven’t been able to stop myself from thinking about you since then and I
really want to get to know you and have a relationship and of course have sex
but I thought that maybe…you know…”he paused to properly frame his words
despite the way he was sweating already.
“That you would get to fuck me in the ass?” Iasked him quirking an eyebrow and
he nodded.
“I mean maybe we could do that so that I can be sure I am gay and…why are you
laughing?”he stopped because I had been laughing my ass off at his words. He
really was very naïve.
“Oh baby you are totally bisexual if that’s what you want to call yourself. I
don’t care about labels.” Isaid to him and he hummed but he still refused to
look at me but he had been breathing unevenly and rubbing his thighs together
and that’s when I knew that the aphrodisiac I had mixed in the coffee had been
working.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I could easily get Namjoon to my bed without having
to use this method of drugging him but I wanted him completely knocked out
after what we do so that he doesn’t remember where we had fucked. This house
was not supposed to be part of his memory and that could only be accomplished
by this drug. It was fairly easy to get considering how the guy at Namjoon’s
club had been slipping onto his customers drinks.
It was easy to sneakily take it out of his open pocket. Just a little amount
was more than enough and because Namjoon was a tall guy, he need a little more
but I couldn’t obtain much so it was now my responsibility to fuck him into
oblivion or else he may come back to this house and find it suspicious that no
one lived here.
I licked my lips as I leaned closer to his ear and whispered in my rough
playful voice “and for the sex part…there is a first time to everything and
don’t worry, I will make sure you to fuck you so good that the next time you
jack off, all you would think about will be my cock in your ass.”
 Ismirked at him and saw him finally stare at me with surprise because I was
sure he wasn’t expecting that.
he blushed at my words  shying his eyes away from me which looked like complete
submission to me and I was glad he agreed, I didn’t want to use my knife so
early into the evening.  
I hummed as I get to nuzzle my face in his neck again, tasting him with much
more eagerness this time and he was more than sensitive, shrieking when my hot
tongue connected with his scorching skin. He was squirming under me as I
slipped my finger under his sweater once again and reached his nipples, slowly
caressing them and he sighed thrusting his hips up wanting friction. I smiled
at his excitement and then moved my hand down to the tent of his pants, palming
it through his leather pants and tracing the outline of his cock.
He whined so prettily opening his mouth and letting is tongue out which I
immediately took between my lips and sucked on. The kiss we shared was a messy
one, filled with filthy moans from the both of us and my hands slipped under
his pants even though it was a little difficult but I could finally feel his
hot hard cock against my palm and he immediately curled and whispered “ah!
Feels good.”
I groaned as I felt him lick at my neck and he rubbed his body against mine,
encouraging me to move my hand and I did ever so slowly feeling the precum from
his cock dirty my hand s but it was a perfect feeling. He moaned happily as I
reached even further down his pants to touch and paly with his balls and his
breathe hitched and he bit onto my shoulder letting out a cry.
“Fuck! Fuck! It feels good…mmm Yoongi…please take off my clothes...i need…I
need you so bad.”he whined against my neck and I nodded in agreement. I needed
him very much too.
I retracted my hand and saw he pre cum shining over my fingers and he looked at
my hands too blushing and I moved my hand to his mouth and dipped them past his
lips and watched him suck on his own pre cum and he was such a slut for my
fingers as he hungrily sucked on them, licking it clean and looking straight at
me while he did so…why the fuck did he say he wasn’t gay?
I pulled on his sweater and he moved up a little so that I could get his
sweater off of him and I was met with defined muscles and the prettiest set of
nipples I had seen. I watched the way his body was so well sculptured the way
his shoulder and neck were a perfect line, the way a dip formed  above his
sharp collarbones when he moved his shoulder, the way his nipples were hard and
finally how his tight abdomen showed just a hint of abs was a total turn on.
“P-please stop staring at me like that.”Namjoon said and I turned to see him
licking his lips and staring at me instead and I smiled at him.
He had no idea how much I had wanted him, how much I had been thinking of him
in the depths of my mind. He was the reason I had changed so much, the reason I
became one with the monster inside of me, the reason I enjoyed targeting and
stalking and knowing things about him…my sweet pretty victim. He was so
stupidly intelligent.
I kissed him to make him loosen up more and he did, wrapping his arm around my
neck and pulling me close as we tasted each other’s mouths and buried the feel
into our minds. I got on top of him and pressed my crotch against his and he
opened his legs so that I could grind against him harder. We were incredibly
hard, hungry and crazy about each other in the heat of the moment and as nasty
moans echoed through the walls, it only felt like we needed more.
I pulled away from the kiss to move to his neck again, coating it with saliva
as I laid my tongue flat against it and just licked him and he clutched my hand
as if to tell me it was too much but he never stopped me. I moved down to lick
at the bite I had given him earlier and feeling his neck was disappointingly
clear, I decorated it with dark red hickeys. I saw a mole right near his collar
bone, dark and almost mocking so I placed a hickey covering it up. It was like
I was erasing Namjoon’s identity and making him mine and the feeling was purely
heavenly.
When I had been satisfied and licked down his chest, tracing my fingertips down
his chest along with my tongue and he threw his head back a breathy moan
escaping him. I sucked on his nipples and he screamed louder than he had until
now and I was a little startled. I looked at him and he had covered his mouth
with the back of his hand and apologized. I realized that the drug I used had
been too much and now Namjoon was a mess. He had tears on the corner of his
eyes but he wasn’t sad, he was just sexually frustrated.
“No…don’t apologize. I want to hear it all Namjoon, I want you to hear your
very own screams and moans and I want you to know what I can do to you.” Itold
him and then made him move his hand away.
I kissed him while my finger played with his nipple as he grabbed the pillow
case behind him tightly. I sucked on his nipple, taking with it in my mouth and
hearing Namjoon trying to keep his voice down annoyed me so I bit down on his
nipple and he yelped and got on his elbows to see me in slight anger but I only
smirked at him.
Now that I had his attention, I immediately ran my tongue down to his navel and
then down to his hard on. I mouthed on his erection and he just fell back on
the bed, covering his face with his long hands. The pants were getting too
obstructive and I wanted to feel him more so I unbuckled his belt and then
proceeded to unbutton his pants. I felt his pushing his hips up for friction
because apparently I had been too slow in stripping him so I smiled and proceed
to quickly unzip him and pulled his pants and briefs down releasing his cock
and Namjoon moaned above me.
I looked down and just as I had expected, the best part about him were his
ridiculously long legs. They were smooth, no hair in sight and I wondered if he
shaved them regularly. I buried my face in his thighs, inhaling and licking and
he shuddered at the sensation.
He smelled great, intoxicating even and I was drowning in him. I ran my tongue
down his thighs to his knees and then to his shin and then his feet, feeling
the smooth skin under my hands and appreciating the beauty that was sprawled on
this bed.
“Ahn~ Yoongi…please touch me.” Namjoon moaned making me look at him and pulling
me out of my daze.
I had been too immersed on his legs, nibbling, sucking licking and biting and I
didn’t even get to the main part. I apologized sweetly as I moved up to place a
kiss on him and he thrusted to push his hips up so that I will touch his hard
cock which laid against his sparse dark pubic hairs. I pushed his hips down and
he bit onto his little finger and stared at me sexily, observing my every move
and I was about to give him a show.
My hands invariably found their way to his thighs and gently spread his legs
and he settled on the bed a little better as I removed my t shirt and threw it
down where it joined Namjoon’s clothes. I was about to take his cock in my hand
when he sat up completely and looked really agitated.
“What is it?” Iasked him frowning because his cock was in my hand and I really
wanted to suck him bad.
“I…i...i think I will cum too soon.”He informed and he looked so devastated
about it.
“So?” Iasked him not knowing the reason for the discussion. Wasn’t that the
whole reason for this act?
“I…I really don’t want to…I want this to last you know...i  just don’t want you
to get bored of me already…I know we haven’t done anything but i…I really think
I will cum as soon as you take me in your mouth Yoongi.” He conceded and I
tried to calm my nerves.
“It’s okay Namjoon…we have the whole night. Don’t worry, I won’t stop here yet.
We have a lot to do.”  Isaid kissing his cheek and then his jaw and he nodded
cutely and I reached down to take his cock in my hand and whispered “try and
hold on for me babe….i really want to show you what I can do.”
He moaned when I tightened my grip around his cock and then reached to suck on
his nipple. He pushed his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer to his chest,
encouraging time to suck harder and I did so. My hand over his cock moved
swiftly as I felt my own pants tightening and I could hear Namjoon saying that
he was close so I stopped jerking him off and he fell down on the bed panting
and whining as he tried to reach for his cock but I slapped it away.
“Hyung~ please…I need to cum~”his voice was so seductive, I almost thought of
giving in but I wanted to push this for long and I needed to have fun watching
him fall apart. He wasn’t all that innocent though, using the hyung card on me.
I clicked my tongue and smirked ta him and he pulled me down for a kiss hoping
that if I was close enough, he could rub against my crotch and cum but I could
easily read him and so I flipped him onto his belly. He arched his back rubbing
against the bed and I spanked his ass hard making him squeak. He looked over
his shoulder almost desperately and I leaned against him, my erection pressing
between his cheeks and he pressed his ass back like a fucking slut making me
groan.
“Love your moans Yoongi…ah fuck! I want to hear more.”His voice was like honey,
seductive and soft and enticing.
“You will get to hear a lot Namjoon-ah. Fuck! Your ass is the best…your back is
really sexy you know.” Ipraised him as I kissed his shoulder and then moved
down, kissing the vast expanse of his back. I licked the dip of his back until
it ended near his lower back and his breathe hitched when I grabbed onto his
hips and thrusted my crotch against his ass.
His ears were red as a tomato and I couldn’t help but leaned down to suck on
his ear lobes. He willfully extended his head to one side so that I could lick
his neck again and I felt myself go crazy at the crying mess under me.
“Please Yoongi...i want it…I just want…please.”Namjoon pleaded really nicely
and because he had used the magic word, I decided to give him what he wanted.
I pulled back and he turned to me panting and crying and he had dirtied the
sheets with his pre cum yet his cock dripped even more than before. I almost
felt sorry for him when I saw him like that but he deserved to be tortured in
the sweetest of ways, his body was meant to be treated this way…it was the only
way he could become my slut.
At some point during our active foreplay, I had stopped thinking of murdering
Namjoon and just concentrated on having sex and feeling pleasure. Namjoon’s
hole was the right kind of tight and hot and moist and everything I imagined it
to be like but it had a surprise. My lonely finger was deep inside of him
already and it just wasn’t enough because Namjoon kept begging me to push in
more and that was when I realized…Namjoon had been a really bad boy.
I pushed another finger in easily and curled my fingered feeling the bulged up
prostate against my fingers and he was begging and moaning so sexily I could
never forget. I got high on his voice as I continued to abuse his hole with my
long fingers and Namjoon didn’t last long, cumming right away, untouched and he
was surprised himself so he spurted all over his chest and abdomen. He was so
embarrassed and he panted as I pulled my fingers out and I watched him catch
his breathe.
I kissed his neck and he sighed one last time before looking at me through
sweat covered pink bangs and said “that was…that was fucking awesome!  Have…I
didn’t know I could cum like that.”
“Don’t lie to me, Namjoon.” Isaid kissing his chest and his eyebrows furrowed.
“What? I’m not lying...”he said innocently but I saw through his act.
“Ayii~ I know you have been a naughty boy. How many times have you fingered
yourself?” Iasked as my fingers moved to his cock slowly pumping it back to
life.
“I didn’t…I don’t…”he was still trying so hard to act, it was really cute.
“Whose cock did you imagine was inside you when you did that huh? Did you
imagine me fucking you? Did you imagine me fucking you on that plane or in the
bathroom?” Iasked as my hands played with his lube covered entrance.
“I…Yoongi…ah! I’m…i didn’t…”he couldn’t talk much as I pushed my finger inside
of him again.
“Don’t deny it baby. I know…your hole is tight but I could tell you have had
your fingers in here a lot. Your hole knows this feeling. Did you fuck anyone
else? Did you lie to hyung because you wanted to look pure?” Iasked biting
gently at his nipple as my finger pushed deeper into him.
“I’m…Yoongi…I’m sorry…i…I didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t your first.
And yes fuck! I imagined you fucking me for days, I wanted you so bad…I fucked
my ass but…but fingers aren’t enough…fuck I need your cock.”He cried out and
spread his legs and yes, he truly was my slut.
“Mm but you have been a bad boy…I can’t let you do whatever you want.” Iteased
and he looked at me with shocked big eyes.
“I’m sorry…please…please just…fuck you make me so horny.” He begged as he tried
to lick my jaw and my neck trying to please me.
“Tell you what; if you suck my cock nice and hard, I may let you decide how you
want to be fucked. Is that a deal?” Ioffer and he beamed at me.
“Fuck yes! I would do anything for you.”Namjoon said eagerly, his cock already
half hard as he pushed me to the bed and got on top of me.
I swept my hair back and watched him kiss his way down my neck to my abdomen.
He had settled over my leg and started to slightly rub against my leg like a
bitch in heat and I was fairly aroused by the sight. he reached for my jeans
and unbuttoned it quickly and pulled them down just enough to reveal my cock
and balls and he really licked his lips when he saw my length and watching him
be so eager made me really really excited. I watched him gulp and slowly
approach my cock and examine it which I didn’t mind at all. I wanted him to
remember his cock for the rest of his life…or whatever was left of it anyways.
He stuck out his tongue licking the head and I moaned at finally having him
suck on my cock. he hesitantly put the tip in his mouth and I gently nudged his
head down my cock and he put his hand over my hips as he took me in. he frowned
but then he started to swirl his tongue around my cock and well after that he
seemed to have gotten addicted because he kept on sucking eagerly, his lips
wrapped tightly around my girth, the little moans he kept letting out in
between his sucks and then he would come up to kiss on my abs or my nipple and
then would go down to suck once again stroking it gently and with care.
When I felt like I was close I warned him and instead of move away he sunk his
head deeper, tightening his lips around my cock and so I gripped his hair and
thrusted into his mouth a couple of times before I came inside his pretty
little mouth. He moaned around my cock beautifully, his eyes watering and his
lips ass swollen and red. He swallowed my thick cum which had been building up
for quite some time and then pulled back, one eyes closed as he licked his lips
sexily and I tiled my head to watch his expression.
“So…how was it?” Iasked as I wiped the little cum which had dribbled down the
corner of his lip.
“I’m obviously an expert.”He said sucking on my finger and licking the cum
free.
“This is your first time.” Isaid slapping his cheek playfully.
“Yeah but I made you cum right.”he said smiling happily at the accomplishment
of his task.
“You were supposed to and…” Ireached for his ass and squeezed it hard and
continued “When you suck me with these plump lips and wiggle that ass in air,
it’s really hard not to cum.”
“I’m really exhausted and I don’t know how but I’m still hard.”He said as he
pouted at me and then looked at his cock.
“Don’t worry Joonie; I will take care of it all.” Isaid kissing his neck and he
reached down to stroke his own cock.
Namjoon started to sweat a lot, his cock was rock hard in a few moments and he
was whimpering and squirming on the bed begging me to touch him…to fuck him. I
had my finger buried inside of him just enjoying the feel of it and pouring as
much lube as I could over his hole so that it makes lewd squelching noises to
embarrass him. I hovered above him speaking dirty to him, asking him what he
wanted, how he felt and he just couldn’t take it and put his hand over my mouth
and begged me to stop talking.
When I gained my energy, I guided his hand to my cock silently asking him to
jerk me and he did it with the cutest blush on him. He was panting and I was so
eager to fuck him but I intentionally delayed it so that when I finally got to
fuck him, I would feel nothing but euphoria.
“So, how do you want it Joonie? How do you want me to fuck you??” Iasked him
and he bit his lips.
“Um…this is…it’s our first time so…I…I think we should…I want you to ah~”he was
stalling too much so I slightly pushed the tip of my cock in and then pulled
out gently.
“Tell me clearly, Joonie.” Iasked him in my low commanding voice.
“Oh fucking god! Fuck me from behind, please fuck me from behind and tie my
hands and…”he squeaked but then put a hand over his mouth as he realized that
he had spoken like a common fucking slut.
“You want me to tie you up?” Iasked quirking my eyebrows up.
“I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”he said, his words muffled behind his hands.
“Well why didn’t you say so?” Isaid happily and his expression darkened.
I took his belt from the floor and he turned around and put his hands behind
his back submissively and I tied up his arms tightly and he moaned at the
leather tying him up. He was on his knees and I gave his neck a kiss before
pushing him onto the bed with his face down and ass up. I wore a condom and
placed my cock against his hole and rubbed against it as I poured lube all over
my cock.
He bit onto the pillow as held my cock and pushed into the tip. It slipped in
easily but as I kept pushing further in, he tensed up and groaned trying to
resist me.
“Loosen up Namjoon or else it’s gonna hurt.” Itold him but he whined and said
“but it...it feels weird i…I don’t think…it will fit. You are big.”
I rolled my eyes and slapped his ass hard once and then again and he shrieked.
While he was distracted, I pushed inside of him and my cock slid in easily
filling him up entirely. He gasped and his hot walls tightened around my cock
making e let out a hiss. I saw him clenching his fists tight and so I gave his
fingers kisses as I let him adjust.
I thrusted in a bit more and he tried his best not to scream out, gritting his
teeth and I didn’t have to tell him anything because he was soon going to be
moaning in pleasure all by himself. I pulled back a little and started to fuck
him.
“Ah! Oh god! Fuck…Yoongi…its…so fucking good! I feel so full…its…shit!”he
widened his stance a bit more so that I could push in deeper and I felt my
whole body tingle at the sensation.
“Is it good?” Iwhispered into his ear and he nodded.
“Oh fuck yes! So good Yoongi…I love it!”he moaned as I stared to fuck him
faster.
His knees gave out faster than I had thought and I had to grip his hips tight
as I abused his prostate. He was moaning and saying out my name inn his deep
sex voice which was dripping with seductiveness and I just had to look at him
so I pulled out and turned him around. He found the position a little difficult
because now his hands bore the pain of his body but he didn’t say anything. I
pushed into him again and saw him shut his eyes tight and drool down his mouth
as I fucked into him.
Oh the sight was absolutely delightful to watch with his cock hard, precum
dripping down and his skin bearing the hickeys I paced on him. I smirked when I
saw his cock bounce along with my thrusts, the bed shaking at our sinful act.
I grabbed his legs and put them over my shoulder, kissing over his calves as I
thrusted hard into him and his voice got loud making me worry if the neighbors
would hear him.
“Yoongi! Ah…please…kiss me!”Namjoon said opening his eyes and I let his legs
fall on either side of me as I leaned down to kiss him. I was short but I could
make the stretch…anything for my Namjoonie.
I pushed deep in and rubbed inside of him and his voice lost as he came hard ,
his body glistening in sweat and it didn’t take me long to cum and my cock
throbbed inside him, spilling my cum into the condom.
He panted against my neck and I pulled out and he looked at my cock and said “I
thought you didn’t wear a condom. I wanted you to cum in me.”
“Maybe later when you get used to it.” Isaid smiling at him and I got off the
bed to leave when he called out to me and said “ah, Yoongi please untie me.”
I looked at him all tied up, covered in cum, hickeys, saliva and sweat and he
looked like art, like a really pretty painting the way his skin bruised so
beautifully and the way his muscles looked even more defined now covered in
sweat so I decided to let him stay like this for a while.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to make you get used to my cock don’t i?” Isaid to
him and he was completely baffled as I went to the bathroom and pulled out the
little drug I had given to Namjoon from my jeans which I was still wearing. I
took some of it because that night, I wasn’t going to let Namjoon go.
that night I spent spoiling Namjoon, fucking him in every position I could
imagine, I let him leave hickeys all over me, I bit onto every a part of his
body, I touched him until I recognized every single crevice of his body, every
single curve of him and his scent. It was 10 in the morning when Namjoon passed
out when we were fucking for the 6th time and when I finally came over his
cock, he was totally out of it.
It of course didn’t make me feel any less enthusiastic about him but it had
sated me down for the day and I thought I could go on without having this
intense need of wanting him.
The thing was…that I thought I had control.
I took Namjoon back to his dorm which was scarily easy to sneak into and
because it was a noon, everyone was in class or sleeping away in their rooms or
having lunch. I put Namjoon down and left my number and a note telling him how
much I enjoyed last night. I looked at him one last time and kissed him before
leaving from the building.
I went back to the house where I had sex and saw that there was a security
guard there who was asking for ID cards which was really strange and I figured
he was new and getting acquainted. Just when I thought of retiring, I saw an
old lady walking to the building with groceries in her hand and I smirked. I
went to her and offered help and she smiled at me happy for my help. She kept
calling me a nice young man…if only she knew I could kill her and everyone she
knew in a heartbeat.
The security checked her card and then looked to me and when the old lad told
him who I was, the security offered to help instead and asked me to leave. This
was even more perfect than before.  I pretended to leave and watched as the
security guard left with the old lady. I took the stairs and went to the floor
where the room was and I was about to walk the door when I saw the same old
lady walking to the apartment which was a few doors down the hallway with the
security guard. I wore my gloves for safety measure and heard the old lady
complain to the security guard that she had heard moans and screams last night
and how they had belonged to men.
I smiled proudly looking at the disgusted uncomfortable feeling on her face.
She opened the door and the security guard went in to place the bags. I took
the chance and picked the lock again and went onto the apartment and closed the
door behind me. I checked for what I had left behind and while I was searching
for it, I accidently hit the coat hanger which fell with a thud. I immediately
stopped moving as I heard footsteps coming closer to me. It belonged to the
security guard because he was the only one wearing boots with chains which
clattered when he walked. I gulped as I waited for him to come in or do
something.
I saw the door knob being turned and the door opening and I gathered my
strength to be ready to grab him and kill him but then before he could fully
open the door, he got a call and so he closed the door and left from there
talking to whom I could imagine was his daughter.
I was quick in cleaning up of any traces of me and Namjoon there and I washed
the sheets and put them back on and it was 3 by the time I was done and I
triple checked the entire apartment before I finally was ready to leave.
Sneaking out was a lot easier because the building had blind spots and there
were no security cameras.
I went out the front when the security guard was at the back checking and after
that it was like I wasn’t even there. It was scary how good I was getting at
this but the thrill was another drug I was getting addicted to.
It was almost 2 days till I got a call from Namjoon. Initially I debated on
lifting his call or not considering I hadn’t been feeling too good because of
the drug I had used. It clearly wasn’t the drug but my normal self-wanted to
blame it, finds a reason for the animalistic need to kill my prey. it had
driven me off the edge and I found myself trying to cut my own skin and watch
the blood seep out and I love to see that but it just want enough. I wanted to
kill, I wanted to torture and I wanted to cut and I wanted to bash someone’s
head against the wall and I wanted to cut open someone’s abdomen so that I
could pull out their organ and show it to them and fuck I was insane!
I ignored Namjoon’s call that day.
I received a message from Namjoon the next day asking if everything between us
was okay and that he wanted to talk to me and meet up and how weird it was that
he remembered having sex but didn’t remember where he was or how we even got to
fucking. I knew it was not good for me to go, not okay for me to move out when
the feeling of need is still strong but I just couldn’t resist it when Namjoon
sent me a pic of my bite marks over his neck and thighs and wrote ‘I want you
to make more of these on me.’
As sex had been always the next best thing to murder for me, I had agreed
instantly and met with Namjoon at the café where he worked although I couldn’t
sit still for long. My nervousness, anxiety, want and lust couldn’t let me be
still for the food and so after having a coffee, I took Namjoon’s hand and took
him to the hotel nearby and fucked him into the mattress but this time, I got a
little bit rough.
I had bitten him hard, fucked him too harshly, scratched his skin hard enough
to tear and marked him up really bad. I watched him as he slept completely
naked with the white sheets covering him. I caressed his cheeks and felt bad
for doing this to him. He had been good to me, he had been so polite as to help
me when I was panicking and he helped me even though I was a stranger.
He fell for me and he is ready to even have sex even though this is his first
time with a man. I could tell that I was special to him because the look he had
in his eyes when he calls out to me, his smile whenever he talks to me, the way
his body language changes whenever I’m close and the way he readily takes me in
when we have sex….he likes me a lot and I felt awful because I could never love
him back.
My love had always been Hoseok, he as the only one I had truly loved but being
with Namjoon felt good. He made me feel sane and insane at the same time. He
was like a drug to which I got addicted to and like an addict; I always kept
going back to him. I wouldn’t hesitate to meet him whenever or wherever he
asked. We would do everything from making out passionately on the couch of his
dorm to having wild sex in any hotel and I felt good…but only temporarily.
As soon as I would leave Namjoon drop him off, I would feel restless, I would
want to do something or the other but I wouldn’t be able to concentrate for
long. I would just surf the internet for hours studying police cases, learning
about the security, about the many murder cases and the psychology of other
murders but none of them ever had anything similar to me.
Things went to shit when Namjoon went on a trip for 15 days through his
college. All of his friends had come together to go to Europe tour and that
meant for 15 whole days I was to survive without hm. sure we would call and
text but I needed him. No one else was satisfying enough and I found myself
unable to go outside.
when I stared to ignore everyone’s calls expect Namjoon’s I knew I was bound to
be visited by Kai but of course the most feared man in Korea wasn’t going to
come and visit me so he sent one of his goons who rudely broke into my
apartment and handed me the phone which Kai was calling. I was handed the phone
and I took a deep breath before answering.
“Hello?”
“What the fuck happened Yoongi? Why are you like this?”
“I’m sorry. I…”
“Have you been taking your medication?”
“I didn’t have to…I found Namjoon. He…he is my drug. Fucking him calms me
down.”
“But for how long? Jesus Christ, Yoongi.”
“It’s bad Kai. He…he is gone to some trip for 15 days and it’s been a week now.
I can’t…I really really want to fucking kill someone or else I’m going to die.”
“Oh my god…dammit Yoongi! Why did you let this come so far?”
“I don’t know. I just…I can’t…”
“Fine okay...listen to me…I have a guy whom one of my clients wants killed. He
is a nobody really. He has a family there in New York, he is Korean too and he
had taken a huge debt which he can’t return.”
“Why can’t he return it?”
“Because he is an asshole and an idiot. he took a large sum from the wrong
people who kept adding interest and want what he can’t give so they want him
killed.”
“You can do whatever you want to him and just make sure he is killed when he is
returning back from work. We will have everything set and try to please make it
look like he got murdered by someone who isn’t a professional killer. You tend
to do things too perfectly and people think there is a serial killer running
loose. You have to make it look like it was done by someone who had a grudge
against him. That man is a hot headed one, had offended a lot of people so no
one can pinpoint who killed him.”
“What’s his job?”
“He is a lawyer but he doesn’t get paid much and hence the loan.”
“Okay I will do it…thank you Kai.”
“Yeah yeah but please, for Christ’s sake, get your shit together and take those
medicines. I don’t want you dying on me.”
“Yes…I will.” Isaid and cut the call.
The guy who came with the phone looked terrified now after our conversation and
I handed him the phone and he ran out the door as quickly as he had come in.
After a long time I actually felt excited to kill someone because I had to work
myself for this one and think before acting. I dressed up in my dark clothes
and took everything I needed before exiting the door.
The guy whom I had to kill was an older guy, he must have been in his 40’s,
stubble over his chin, hair ruffled and tie loosened showed that he didn’t have
a good day. I watched him carefully, following after him and watched his gait
and saw whim hunching his back and his head was dropped low. He had a bag
pressed to his side very protectively and his long jacket was wrapped around
his body. The guy turned around to the empty street which he always went
through and that was the place where I was supposed to kill him.
I reached for the knife in my jacket and walked a little faster to close the
distance between us but then he street light started to blink and for a second
I couldn’t find the man. I looked around waiting when suddenly he attacked me
to the ground asking me who I was and why I was following him. He tried to pull
down my mask but one hard kick to the abdomen had him on the ground.
I swiftly stabbed his shoulder and he screamed in pain and started to crawl
away asking me to stop. He tried to get up to leave so I slashed away his
Achilles tendon and he cried out loud which I knew would grab attention so I
pushed him to the ground and then cut his tongue. I clicked my tongue because I
had done everything too neatly and so I decided to punch his face to make it
look like I was angry at him but it was quite fun to hear the sound of his
cheek bone and jaw cracking.
I took the knife and stabbed his heart and pulled it away and saw him convulse
on the ground as he went into shock. I sighed deeply as I watched him die, a
pool of blood forming around him. I looked at the road and then covered up my
tracks and then poured acid over the man’s face and watch his skin sizzle. I
knew it would take about 6-7 hours before anyone discovered him so I checked
for the surroundings and then my mind started to work and smirked when an idea
popped up in my head. I took the blood of the man and wrote on the ground
‘DEATH ANGEL.’
It was easier to put the blame on the guy who murdered men his age and because
his victims generally didn’t have much in common, he police wouldn’t suspect
much either.
When I was done, I went to the bathroom in the park nearby and removed my
outfit entirely and threw it all in a bag. I wiped away the blood from myself
and the knife and wore my other clothes which I got in my bag. I put the knife
in my new jacket and then took the bag with my old clothes and threw it in the
fire under the bridge where usually most beggars stayed.
It was getting colder which was an advantage in finding more places with fire.
After I had disposed off of everything and watched it burn to ashes, I went
back home a told Kai about everything. I told him I had enjoyed the killing but
I really wasn’t all that happy. I knew what I had done would usually bring me
great joy and satisfaction but the thing which didn’t make me enjoy this was
that the person whom I had killed wasn’t Namjoon.
Oh boy, I was totally fucked now. I wanted to kill him and it was such a shame
because he was truly a ethereal creature.
It three days after that when I opened my phone to track Namjoon’s location
that I found him back in New York. I was surprised because he had been back for
two days already and hadn’t contacted me yet.  I immediately got ready and went
to Namjoon’s dorm but he wasn’t there either. I frowned and asked around but
none of them knew anything about his whereabouts.
I had no other choice than to go to his house and when I did, my feet stopped
at the gate, my body completely frozen, my blood cold and my ears ringing as I
saw the house filled with incense and people wearing black clothes crying. I
gathered up my courage and walked into the house and I could see Namjoon’s
brother from the corner of my eye in black suit, a huge dog on his lap with a
grim expression on him.
I walked into the house and saw many people crying and my heart raced because I
saw Namjoon’s mother wailing loudly. I walked further into the hall and of
course no one questioned me in this time of grief but then then I saw Namjoon
sitting on the floor wearing a black suit too, his eyes red and tired, his
cheeks still wet from crying and he was frowning as if he was angry at someone.
My eyes lifted to the photo and I gasped when I saw the photo of the man whom I
had killed the other day in the little shrine.  I kept staring at the face of
the man who was smiling in the photo, his features strikingly similar to that
of Namjoon.
Namjoon looked at me and he immediately called out my name. I faced him and he
got up from his place to come and hug me tightly. I wrapped my arms round him
finally feeling happy that he was back in my arms again and I inhaled his sent
and a smile almost broke on my lips before Namjoon started to cry.
“Yoongi...oh my god! Look at this! Yoongi…look…Appa! Appa is dead! I can’t
believe it! He is gone!”Namjoon pointed to the photo and cried more.
“Shh its okay Namjoon…I am sorry.” Isaid as I ran my hand down his back
soothingly.
“Someone…someone so…so cruelly… they killed him…he killed him and he…did you
know they…they fucking threw acid on him? His face was…it was unrecognizable.
The police they…they said…”Namjoon was hiccupping and clutching hardly onto my
dress shirt as he tried to speak.
“Calm down Namjoon…please…”  Itold him, caressing his cheeks to calm him.
“They said that the killer must have watched Appa dying from shock, that
he…he…wanted Appa to suffer. How could someone be so cruel? How could they do
that?”Namjoon said clearly this time but his tears were still rolling down his
cheeks.
“Oh god...I’m sorry Namjoon. I am so sorry.” Isaid repeatedly not because I
felt sorry for the man dying but because I had loved killing Namjoon’s dad and
even after knowing who he was, I didn’t feel bad.
Just like a fucking monster.
Days passed and Namjoon and I got really close. There were even days when we
didn’t do much than just talk to each other and then I would drop him back
home. He would say how much he had enjoyed spending his time with me, he would
ramble sometimes and I would kiss him to shut him up.
He was special to me because he was enough to tame the monster inside of me but
it’s just that the monster inside never calmed down. He was just waiting and
growing. It hid in the dark so that it could pounce at the right moment, he was
deep within me preparing and planning and I did my best to ignore every single
feeling I felt regarding him.
The beast inside of me knew something was wrong, it had noticed Namjoon more
than me, it knows everything that he does and it sees things which I don’t and
it knew that a day would come when Namjoon would mess up.
It was a Wednesday when I decided to surprise Namjoon by visiting his class. No
one knew who I was and I had kept a low profile with Namjoon’s friends too
saying I wasn’t very social so he agreed to keep me anonymous. I was waiting
when I saw Namjoon come out of class. I smiled behind my mask but the n I saw
Sukja pull Namjoon, a happy smile on her face and the both of them kissed.
I watched in shock as the both of them smiled and kissed again and then Namjoon
finally pulled away saying he needed to go to his other class but then he
turned and saw me staring at him.
I couldn’t stand there and I tuned around to leave that place, my feet ran fast
as I exited the building and then I heard Namjoon calling out to me. My body
stopped despite my anger and I turned to see him approach me. He pulled me off
to the side so that we were hidden and I wouldn’t look at him. Just then Sukja
came after us and I was boiling with anger. I had never felt so betrayed
before. I pulled my hand away from Namjoon and he looked to Sukja and she
nodded at him.
“Yoongi, I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you but… I couldn’t help
it.”Namjoon began and I scoffed at him.
“Why could you not help it? Is it that hard for you to say you weren’t
interested in me anymore?” Iasked him and he swept his hair back in
frustration.
“It’s not that! I am interested in you, I love you. It’s just that…I love Sukja
too.”he said gesturing to her while she stood with her hands folded listening
to us.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Isaid in complete disdain.
“Yoongi, Sukja is my girlfriend of 6 years. We have been together for as long
as I could remember. she…she was open minded about me liking guys too and she
let me date you so that I could be sure of my sexuality she…she was
understanding but I still love her and now that I know, I couldn’t find a way
to tell you that and so i…I was about to tell you.”Namjoon’s voice was small
and guilty filled and I clicked my tongue as I didn’t know how to react to the
situation.
“We really are sorry, Yoongi. We just needed to be sure and please don’t feel
like we used you. Namjoon really loves you.”Sukja spoke up now, putting her
filthy fingers on Namjoon’s’ shoulders and squeezing the flesh there.
“What is all this?  You can’t love two people at once.” Itold her making a
disgusted face but she shook her head.
“You can…I’m the perfect example Yoongi.”Namjoon said, his voice cracking a
little showing how hurt he was.
“Fuck off Namjoon! I can’t believe you did this!” Isaid disguised with him and
then left from there.
I didn’t talk to Namjoon for days; I had completely blocked him out and of
course he didn’t know where I stayed so he couldn’t visit me. I was so
possessed with the monster inside of me and the anger and betrayal had been
salt to my wound and so I took my knife and made my way to Sukja’s house. I was
ready to kill her because Namjoon couldn’t belong to anyone. He was only mine
and no one else’s.
 I reached her house and I knew she lived alone and so I checked the windows
and found one which was closed but the curtains were slightly open and I saw
her sitting on the couch. I held the knife in my hand ready to enter when I saw
Namjoon com and sit beside her. I immediately stopped and looked at the both of
them. It was really dark out so no one saw me staring at them.
I saw Namjoon lift his phone and call someone when my phone buzzed. I took the
call and put the phone close to my ear while Namjoon put his phone on speaker
so that Sukja could listen.
“Yoongi?”fuck! I was weak to his voice.
“Yeah, Namjoon.” Ialmost whispered a little cautious that they would hear me.
“Are you busy? I thought we could talk.”Namjoon asked politely and I hummed.
 “Look I wanted to apologize for what happened and I kn-…”he was going to
ramble for sure so I interrupted him and tested him.
“Is she with you?” Iasked and watched his reaction.
“Yes...I’m...I’m at her place. We have the phone on loud speaker.”He told
truthfully which I was happy for.
“Why the fuck are you calling me then?” Iasked, raising my voice a little to be
intimidating.
“Look Yoongi, I know you are angry but please listen to me.”Namjoon begged and
I couldn’t say no to him but I was enjoying torturing him.
“I don’t want excuses Namjoon. You betrayed me.” Isaid dramatically and saw
Namjoon pout through the window.
“And I am sorry. Listen to me please…I know I fucked up and I know that I had
done bad to you so...i was thinking…ummm.”Namjoon licked his lips as he looked
over to Sukja.
“We wanted to suggest that we have a threesome.”Sukja suggested and I almost
threw the hone down.
“What?!?” Iasked after gathering myself.
“Why not? The both of us love Namjoon very much and he loves us and quite
frankly I find you really hot Yoongi. I wouldn’t mind getting fucked by you
while I suck Namjoon off.”She said casually as if this wasn’t a big deal. I saw
Namjoon blushing and I smirked.
“Namjoon are you listening to this?” Iasked trying to sound surprised.
“It was my idea, Yoongi.”Namjoon said finally and I was really surprised.
“Are you serious?” Iasked even though I was really excited.
“I cannot say the idea of fucking her while getting fucked by you hadn’t
crossed my mind.”Namjoon almost whispered as Sukja’s hand reached his thighs.
“Are you up for it? We can make this work Yoongi. We can all be together.”Sukja
said as she kissed Namjoon’s neck.
“Please hyung I really want to…ah! I really love it when you fuck me good and I
want her to see it.”he moaned as her hand palmed his rowing erection and I bit
my lip trying to contain my voice.
“Will you do it, Yoongi?”Sukja asked after I had been silent for a while.
“Okay.” Isaid back and there was surprise on both their faces.
“What? Really?”Namjoon asked and smiled happily.
“Yes, really. Where do we meet?” Iwas curious where they would ask me to come.
I wished it wasn’t in the city.
“I have a cottage 30 km away from here. It’s a nice place out in the woods and
no one knows about it.”Sukja suggested as she got on top of Namjoon’s lap.
“A perfect love nest.” Isaid smirked when I saw Namjoon’s hand move down her
hips to her ass.
“Exactly. So we can meet up there tomorrow.”Namjoon said smiling up at Sukja
who leaned down to kiss him.
“Hmm sure.” Isaid almost absent mindedly.
“Okay…thank you Yoongi. I love you.”Namjoon said as he put the phone to his ear
instead of putting it on loud speaker.
“I love you too Namjoon.”  Isaid for the very first time and watched as Namjoon
beamed. I cut the call and watched as Sukja unbuttoned Namjoon’s shirt.
I watched them have sex on the couch, watched Namjoon fingering her pussy,
licking her boobs and then fucking her right there while she moaned like a
whore. They spent exactly 45 minutes having sex and I had never been so turned
on in my life. I licked my lips as I anticipated for what adventure I was in
for the next day.
Namjoon picked me up from a bus stop 5 km away from the apartment I live in and
we didn’t talk much. Namjoon tried to initiate conversation but I asked him to
not talk and he did so. I observed every single road he took me through and I
watched how many toll gates we passed by. Soon the scenery of the open highway
changed to a small road filled with thick forests which were still thriving
despite the chilly winter.
He drove into another road which was much more uneven and muddy which I
wondered why because there were no rains. He stopped the car and got off and
put a bag over his shoulder. I couldn’t see the cottage there and I frowned but
he answered before I could ask “the cottage is a little further away. Cars
can’t go there.”
I nodded and took my bag and walked bide Namjoon. We yet again didn’t speak
much because there want anything that Namjoon could say now which would make
things better.
We reached the cottage which was pretty decent and Sukja stood outside wearing
a sweater and shorts which revealed her skinny thighs, her hairs were open and
she had red lipstick on which was too much in my opinion. Namjoon went to her
and they kissed. She smiled at me and then left Namjoon to put her arms around
me and then she kissed me too.
I closed my eyes as I let her lead the kiss and my hand held onto her waist.
She broke the kiss and licked my lips once before moving away completely and
then smiling at Namjoon who was blushing. I swiped a thumb over my lip and saw
her lipstick over it. I rubbed my lips until all the residue of her lipstick
was gone. 
The inside of the cottage was pretty basic with a fire place in the middle of
the hall, an old green couch with a throw blanket over it. There was a mini bar
in the corner with a glass of alcohol sitting there and Sukja took it and
sipped on it. My eyes examined the entire room and there wasn’t much but it
looked like it had been personally decorated by a man…Sukja’s father mostly
because she didn’t have any male siblings and the closest to a man in her life
who could give her a cottage could most possibly be her father.
I was offered a drink by Namjoon but I refused it because coming here was a job
and I didn’t want to be drunk while on work. Namjoon drank by himself and I was
about to set my bag down when Sukja took it and said “let’s put that inside.”
I went into the bedroom with her and she set my bag onto the table, bending
down sexily so that her ass was clearly visible to me and then turned around
and smiled at me innocently.  She really liked to play around with the roles
and I could relate…I was like that too.
“Okay so shall we have something to eat? You look hung-…ah!” She was speaking,
trying to distract me so I pulled her close and kissed her.
I let my hands run down her soft breasts and then to her ass as I hungrily
kissed her. She was surprised but soon started to kiss back and ran her fingers
through my hair. I pulled back from her and threw her onto the bed and saw her
sweater ride up. I unbuttoned my own shirt as I got on top of her and started
to kiss her again. She spread her legs and let me rub my hard on against her
pussy.
I pulled her sweater above her head and threw it down and she yelped when my
lips connected to her neck. I didn’t even bother to see that she had worn a
really sexy bra; I just pulled it off of her and attacked her breast, feeling
and biting her nipple. She moaned when I moved down to her shorts and
unbuttoned them. I pushed down and she panted as I moved down to lick at her
pussy. I nibbled on her thigh occasionally and she was overflowing down there
and she smelled really nice.
“Namjoon…baby please give me your cock.”she begged and I saw from the corner of
my eyes as Namjoon stripped his clothes off and settled on the bed. She eagerly
took his cock into her mouth as I pushed my fingers into her hole. I licked my
lips as I saw her moans, my two fingers deep in her. She watched me with
lustful eyes as I unbuttoned my jeans.
Namjoon handed me a condom which I put on and then rammed into Sukja. She
screamed out my name as I started to fuck into her. Her wet heat surrounded my
cock so well and I leaned down to suck her breasts, leaving hickeys and
covering up the moles over her body.
Namjoon had trouble trying to make her to suck him so I pulled out of her and
made her get on her knees. I entered her again as I pushed her head towards
Namjoon’s cock and she moaned as she took Namjoon’s cock into her mouth. I
grabbed her breasts and my hips began to move on their own settling a strong
pace and I could tell she was enjoying this way too much.
I heard Namjoon calling out my name and I looked up to see Namjoon playing with
his nipples while Sukja had a finger in his ass while she sucked him off. The
sight was sinfully wonderful and I had never felt this way before. I pulled out
of her and she whined but moved away while I pulled Namjoon towards me. I
kissed him making him melt in my arms kissing me deep and long while Sukja
licked his cock.
I pushed him onto the bed and gently entered him while he clutched onto the
sheets. He was tight and felt so much better than Sukja. I sucked on his
nipples, biting on his neck and as I fucked him, Sukja got on top of Namjoon
and rode Namjoon.
Namjoon’s moans and screams were the best I had heard. He was so sensitive and
he looked absolutely really sexy. I grabbed Sukja’s breast and nuzzled her neck
as I came and Namjoon wasn’t too far behind and came inside her.
I grabbed Sukja by her waist and pushed her on Namjoon and slipped my fingers
inside of her and asked her play with clit. She gladly did so and I could feel
Namjoon’s cum inside of her which made the experience even hotter. She came
around my fingers, her walls convulsing and she lay flat on Namjoon, panting.
I pulled my hand away and saw that they were shaking from excitement.  I pushed
my fingers into Namjoon’s mouth and made him suck on them and I felt so much in
power over them. I wanted to do so much more, feel so much more and it was an
enigmatic rush.
We spent the weekend fucking and Namjoon was strangely very submissive when it
came to sex even with Sukja who took the lead. I tried to fuck Namjoon ever way
I can and Sukja was more than eager to fuck me secretly while Namjoon took a
bath.
The weekend finished soon and I was a new man when I came out of that cottage.
I had the time of my life there and it really was a different feel to it. I
wondered if this was what people meant when they said the more the merrier.
We were going back to the city when Namjoon finally spoke “thank you Yoongi.
For everything.  I had a really great time although my ass if very sore.”
“I enjoyed a lot too Namjoon. Sukja is…well she is nice.” Ilied.
“I am glad you like her. I really am.”Namjoon smiled happily and I didn’t quite
feel like spoiling the mood and tell him that all the time we were having sex,
I was imaging how I could kill the both of them right there and no one would
know.
He dropped me off in the same bus stop because I lied saying I needed to visit
the super market and then we parted ways.
It wasn’t the end of it all and we kept meeting up, sometimes it was all three
of us and sometimes only me and Namjoon and time went by just like that. I
didn’t have much time to think about killing someone because sex was always
there and I had it on a daily basis almost. Sukja was…okay at first but once we
became a little comfortable, she started asking me questions like where I
lived, what I studied, what my parents do back in Korea and Namjoon of course
got curious too. I lied about everything but I could tell she didn’t believe me
much. I just wished she could shut her mouth up.
It was evening of a dull Friday when Namjoon called me and he seemed scared and
in panic. He asked me to come and I left to meet up with him in a hurry. He was
seated in the café, biting his lips and looked very worried. As soon as he saw
me, he got up to hug me started blabbering almost.
I made him to sit down and asked “what happened? Tell me calmly.”
“Sukja is missing. She…I haven’t seen her in days. We had a small fight and I
didn’t want to tell it to you but Sukja and me haven’t talked after that and
now phone wont connect, she didn’t go back home either and everyone is worried
for her.”Namjoon said a she rubbed his temples and tried to think of where she
could be.
“Namjoon …I’m sorry but I know where she is.” Isaid and his head shot up to
look at me in shock.
“What? Yoongi…why didn’t you tell me? It’s been 5 days already. ”Namjoon asked
in disbelief.
“I’m sorry she asked me not to. She said she needed some time to cool off
and... She came to me and we kind of did it and now she feels bad for doing
it.” Itold him truthfully…well most of it.
“It’s…its fine. Just take me to her!”he demanded and I tried to calm him down
because he got really hard to handle when he was tensed and worried.
“Okay okay I will just wash up and come.” Isaid and Namjoon got up and went to
the washroom leaving his phone right in the table.
I put it into my pocket and Namjoon came 5 minutes later and we went to his
car. I told him that she was in the cottage and he started to drive. After we
had gone for about half an hour, he reached for his pocket and started to pat
his pockets searching for his phone.
“Maybe you left it at the café.”I said and he hissed as he remembered leaving
it on the table.
“Oh fuck! Could you call it?”he asked and I did so and of course the phone
didn’t ring because I had switched it off.
“It says it’s not reachable.”I told him acting like there was no other way now.
 “Someone must have stolen it.”I said and Namjoon cursed under his breathe.
“Its fine just…leave it. We have to get to Sukja soon.”Namjoon said and he
seemed so concerned for her, it broke my heart. I didn’t know he loved her so
much.
It was already dark by the time we reached the cottage and we saw that the
lights in the cottage were on but the windows were covered in newspaper. I
covered my hands in gloves while Namjoon went to the door and knocked but I
opened the door which I could see made Namjoon doubt me a little. I asked him
to go in and when he did, he gasped and felt down on his ass and screamed
loudly.
I looked at what he was seeing and I sighed. I closed the door and walked past
him to the various body parts of Sukja that I had hung from the ceiling but the
thing which disappointed me was that there were maggots and insects over them
eating her flesh away. The blood that had pooled on the floor was all dried up
along with her organs which smelled.
I scrunched up my nose and then grunted as I started to hear Namjoon cry and
try to open the door. The door could easily be opened but Namjoon was in a
state of panic which caused him to think that the door just wouldn’t open. He
cried out for help, he kept calling my name and the sight was so funny to me.
He was puked over at the side at the smell which I had already grown accustomed
to and I sighed when I saw him cry more.
“Oh god, stop crying Namjoon.” Icomplained but he just wouldn’t shut up.
“What the fuck Yoongi? This…she is...she is dead! Someone murdered her! I…oh my
god no!”Namjoon tried to cover his eyes unable to see his girlfriend all cut
up.
“Someone? What makes you still think I didn’t do it?” Iasked him almost
thinking he was playing with me.
“What?”he looked at me with pure horror.
“I killed her, Namjoon. I thought what was quite obvious. Geez, I didn’t know
you were that dumb.” Ilaughed at him as I pulled on the elastic of my gloves,
playing with them.
“w-why…what…why would you do that?”Namjoon finally asked and I almost screamed
hallelujah because now he was asking the right questions.
“Because she was annoying and just wouldn’t shut up. Gosh, I was so angry when
she came to my fucking house, the place where I didn’t even invite you still
and started saying I was the reason you didn’t pay enough attention to her and
that I should leave because I was using you blah blah blah and she got on my
wrong side and the hammer was just too close to my hand. One hit turned to two
and then three and I kind of didn’t stop until her skull was open.” Isaid
shrugging my shoulders and Namjoon was speechless crying even more.
“Well after she bled all over my carpet, I cut her up, got her here and then
cut her up more and then decorate her. She looks pretty when she is dead you
know.” Itold him gesturing grandly at the work of art I had made.
“You fucking psycho! What the fuck is wrong with you?”Namjoon screamed at me
and I turned to him and smiled.
“Oh there is nothing wrong with me. This is what I am….im the monster you run
away from but unfortunately you have seen my face and heard my confession.” I
said as I moved closer to him and Namjoon started to panic again.
His eyes were filled with fear as he tried to open the door knob which he still
failed to open as he screamed “oh god! Someone help! Please someone help!”
“Mm it’s no use. You know no one comes here. It’s ridiculous of you to think
that.” I sang as I came closer to him and he attached his body as close to the
wall as he could.
“Please Yoongi…please let me go…I’m…I’m sorry.”Namjoon clasped his hand in
front of my face as he begged for my mercy.
“Sorry? For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” Isaid as I acted like I was
thinking. It was so much fun to watch Namjoon cry in fear of what would happen.
“I’m...i promise I won’t tell anyone. I will just forget all of this
please!”Namjoon said as his body started sweating.
“But Sukja is dead and I can’t be blamed for it…someone has to take the blame.”
Isaid as I crouched down to where he was on the floor.
“Fuck…fuck! Fine! I will do it! I will take the blame.”Namjoon said after
realizing soon enough what I had meant.
“Are you sure you want to do it? You will protect me?” Iasked him cutely and e
nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes I will do it. Please don’t kill me!”he was literally imploring me and it
was really way too amusing.
“Wow you are such a nice boyfriend. Now call 911 and tell them what you did.”
Isaid as I stood back up and he thought for a while before saying “i...i don’t
have my phone.”
“Oh right…sorry. You are so clever but I was the one who took your phone so
here, make the call.” Itossed the phone to his lap and he took it with shaky
hands as he dialed the number for emergency services.
“Hello, this is 911 emergency how may I help you?”a woman’s voice came on, her
voice made Namjoon cry more.
“I…i…”Namjoon stuttered trying to wipe his tears but failed as mire tears
replaced the wiped ones.
“Yes sir, please tell me what’s wrong?”the lady asked and Namjoon gulped
audibly.
“I killed someone…I murdered her…a few days ago…I cut…I cut her up and I want
to confess.”Namjoon said crying in between while I watched as he broke down.
“Okay, sir please stay where you are and we will be there soon. Can you please
stay on the phone while we arrive?”she asked calmly.
“ye-…”Namjoon was about to say but I took his phone and cut the call. I threw
the phone down and then observed him for a while. It would take the police
about 20 minutes to come so I watched him and his reactions.
“I killed your father.” Iconfessed and Namjoon was in a whole new state of
shock.
“What?”his voice almost didn’t come out, he was that shocked.
“I killed him. He was a job and I killed him because I was desperately in need
of killing someone.” Isaid plainly and Namjoon jumped up to attack me but I
took out a gun from inside my jacket and pointed it at him making him still in
his place and he cursed at me “You…you fucking asshole!”
“To be honest, I didn’t know he was your father but that of course didn’t make
me feel bad though.” Isaid not feeling guilty at all.
“You fucker! I will kill you!”Namjoon threatened me and I laughed loudly at him
while he looked at me in confusion.
“Hmm it seems like you really can’t keep calm under tough situations Namjoon-
ah.” Isaid after thinking a little and had a little pout on my lips on
disappointment.
“w-what do you mean?”he asked me slowly realizing what I had meant when I
looked at him and shook my head.
“What if they torture you, ask you why you did it and you tell them who I am?”
 Iasked and he started to cry again, all of his will power and anger fading
away in the face of death.
“No…no I will never do that Yoongi! I will never say!”he fell to his knees and
pleaded.
“But I really can’t take that risk now can i?” Iasked and bit on his lip as he
tried to think of a way to impress me.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me! please, Yoongi!”Namjoon fell at my feet begging
me but I gripped his hair and pulled him up to face me.
I pointed the gun at his head and he started to screamed ramble apologies and
asked me not to kill him as he shut his eyes unable to look at me.
Exactly 7 minutes had passed but it almost felt like an eternity of Namjoon
begging and me enjoying it and yet I wanted more because of course 7 minutes
wasn’t enough for what I had been planning for almost 9 months but it will have
to do. I wanted to do a lot more, much more than this, break Namjoon apart
piece by piece…literally but this part of my life had to end for something new
to be born.
I placed the gun Namjoon’s mouth and he tried to mumble something but I
couldn’t understand it but I could guess it had been something along the lines
of ‘please don’t kill me.’ or some shit like that.
“So what will it be Namjoon-ah? Will you kill yourself or should I be the one
to pull the trigger?” Iasked him in a sweet voice and I could see Namjoon
thinking how ridiculous I was.
It ultimately meant his death, he didn’t understand the point of choosing who
got to kill him and when I became a little impatient at his silence he slowly
took the gun from my hand. He had nowhere to run and I watched as he closed his
eyes and placed the gun in his mouth and prayed for exactly 10 seconds as tears
rolled down his cheeks before pulling the trigger....
But there was no gunshot.
Namjoon looked at me and looked at the gun in pure horror. I took the gun and
started to laugh at his shocked expression. I loaded the gun quickly as Namjoon
fell to his knees crying and I asked “did you really think I would give you the
chance to kill yourself after everything I had done. I can’t let you have that
credit or that kind of peace, Namjoon-ah.”
I placed the gun in his mouth, angling it just so that looked like he did it to
himself. Before he could scream out I shot him, the back of his head exploding
and blood and brain splattering onto the walls behind him. I watched his body
fall to the ground and finally I was happy.
Finally I was able to feel really absolutely happy but right now I had to
remove all the evidence of my presence so I placed the gun in his hand so that
it looks like suicide and then removed my footprints from the area and then
poured a little gasoline over Sukja’s body parts and burned it. I left the
cottage soon enough and made sure that I walked back in the exact same way I
had come to erase all the tracks I had left. The muddy road had helped in
eradicating the evidence and I saw the cottage starting to burn down.
It wouldn’t be enough to completely burn their bodies but it would be enough to
remove most of the evidence which couldn’t be retrieved even though I was
confident that I had cleaned the room of my presence completely.  I liked being
extra careful and that had helped me get this far.
I watched from afar as the police hurriedly came to the cottage trying to
prevent the fire from burning down the forest and I left from there soon
because the police had gotten dogs with them. I masked my scent with different
flowers which I found on my way out which had a really strong scent to confuse
the dogs. It was mostly precautionary because I doubted that the police would
ever come to me.
I was basically a nobody because all the while Namjoon and Sukja let me a
secret…their dirty little secret which they didn’t want the world to know so
that they don’t call them names. My number was a private one which I had made
sure was untraceable and made it so that it looked like no calls or
conversations went about between us. It was an old trick I had learnt for Kai
which was really a basic thing in this business.
I didn’t meet up any of their friends long enough for them to recognize me or
to connect me to any of the victims. I did visit Namjoon’s funeral though and
it was sad with his mother almost lifeless and his brother clutching to the
coffin and making a huge scene about it.
They decided to bury Namjoon’s body and because he was charged with murder and
what not, for the next 2 months the Kim’s had police visiting them, asking hem
questions and Namjoon’s brother would start hollering and kicking at them to
get out a or he would beat up the boys near his house who would whisper things
about his brother and father.
After observing the family for a total of three months after Namjoon’s death, I
decided it was finally time to go back. Kai called and when he heard my happy,
almost thrilled voice, he knew something had happened. He didn’t say anything
because the news and the papers had told him everything he needed to know.
This time when I got on the plane, there was no one beside me and I didn’t feel
sick or bad. This time I was smiling like I had passed my exams, like all my
worries are gone…like I had accomplished something great.
As I sat in my seat and looked out the window at the milky white clouds passing
by, I felt proud of all the murders I had done. They were so precise, so clever
and it almost became egotistic but I didn’t mind at all because this made me
who I am.
I looked at my hand and they weren’t shaking anymore, they were completely
still, confident, powerful and I felt power in me. It was like no other feeling
I ever had in my life before. A sense of control, knowledge of everything
surrounding me and wow, it just felt fucking awesome.
After Namjoon’s death, I didn’t even have to think about returning back to my
usual self because killing Namjoon meant that the monster was out. He came out
of his hiding and took his rightful place as my real personality.
My new self felt good, I felt happy and proud and the need to pursue this
feeling was strong. I had changed myself after that. The softer looking clothes
gone from my wardrobe, new products decorated my table, new books for all the
information I needed about everything and a new apartment so that I could do
whatever I wanted in that place was made.
Kai of course wanted to help but hacking into bank accounts without the person
I stole from knowing about it for at least 6 months was really easy. I was
untraceable and so money came in whenever I wanted it to. The legal part of it
all was handled by Kai even though I insisted on doing it t he wouldn’t take no
for an answer.
He was the only person I respected because he was the one who had fed the
monster inside of me, helped me became who I really was. He was my savior and I
was glad that the monster inside of me respect d him just a much because I
didn’t want Kai to be gone from my life too. He was someone who kept me
anchored, a reason to not go fucking insane and kill everyone.
Well it was bad of me to call him ‘the monster inside of me’ because now…I was
the monster and I enjoyed every single aspect of it.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading till the end and I know, so long right? Haha I
     hope you guys enjoyed.
     Please leave kudos and a comment. I would love it.
***** TAEHYUNG Pt.1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Kim Taehyung is an well known author in South Korea. He travels to
     Japan for his new book and faces some unusual events.
     It is also the place where he meets Min Yoongi, his one true love.
Chapter Notes
     its more of a taehyung's pov instead. there is a part 2 of this where
     i will write yoongi's pov.
     hope you will enjoy getting acquainted to yoongi's new target.
     enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                        SONG: I GUESS I NEED U BY B.A.P
I was 23 when I read a very interesting book.
It was very absorbing and it consisted of the author’s view on his stay in
Japan. It’s not a completed book but because I’m special and because I have my
ways, I got to read it all…to the very end. The book really helped me now about
the author’s thought and his how he dealt with uncertain events in his life.
There were also mentions of true love in it which made me smile widely. I
always loved a good love story.
I felt a pull towards the heavy book in the dark cold night and my eyes scanned
through the words, reliving them again. The words almost seemed so intimate;
the way the author had written the story had been very accurate to be honest.
He didn’t leave anything behind until he got a little scared. The way the
author portrayed the killer...well it wasn't the killer yet in the initial
chapters as I read but it was pretty obvious to me whom the author was pointing
to.
This book was real refreshment and so was the author who laid on the bed right
in front of my eyes.
                                   CHAPTER 1
I think it's pretty awkward of me to start this book by asking my readers to
stay with me instead of shutting the book and throwing it in the trash.
Are you still reading??
Yeah?
Really?
How sweet~
Well because you have agreed to read this book, I want to tell you that this is
more of an autobiography because whatever I write, every single event is real.
I will not twist my words to make it interesting but I’m going to simply let
you know what it is like to see the world through my eyes. I will tell you what
my decisions are like and what I will do when I’m down and I will share my
happiness with you, I will tell you if I buy a new shirt and I will tell you if
I ever fall in love.
For the next year, you will be like my other self. I wanted to say family but I
think that what we have between us is more than that. We are thicker than any
family bond I would ever have because my connection with each of you will be
different. When I do something some of you may feel angry, some may relate to
me and that’s why I think this book can be something different.
I want this to be different.
Let me introduce myself formally. I am Kim Taehyung, 21 years old, author of
the book series - Hold me tight and Stigma.
My hobbies are shopping, playing video games, playing with pets and children,
sometimes writing songs and cutting my shirts (for fashion sake, of course.)
These may seem pretty basic, what every 21 year old would do but there is one
thing which I’m quite proud of.
One of greatest abilities I have the pleasure of possessing is reading about
people. It doesn’t have to be anyone in particular or a particular age. I just
like to explore people, know their personalities and figure them out because if
there is one thing in the world which is still the most mysterious, it is the
human mind.
The human mind is capable of accomplishing everything from showing sympathy to
brutal murder and it fascinates me to read about it as much as I can. It gives
me much pleasure to analyze people and my friendly nature helps me as I attract
people around me.
There aren't many things I'm good at but reading people is what I have grown to
love and if I may so, excelled at. I wouldn’t talk as much unless needed to.
Many think that I have a cheerful personality but after the death of my
parents, something in me had died. I got good at pretending like everything is
okay and then I got good at observing.
I first noticed what I could do when I was around 13. It was the one year
anniversary of my parent’s death and all my relatives had come and I didn’t
even know half of them existed until then. I used to stay with my sickly
grandmother who herself wasn’t that much of a talker.
I sat there in the back of the room while all the relatives filled it, crying
their fake tears, trying to make it look like they give a shit about anything.
I was a little confused as to why they were crying over my parent’s death when
they hardly ever saw them. They would never visit, so much so that I almost
thought we never had any other relatives in the world. It was all a facade.
I kept watching and no one approached me. All of their eyes and attention was
on my grandma. I fiddled with the end of my blazer which was a year old now,
bought for my parent’s funeral and I noticed the one thread coming undone from
its firm stitches and I began to think. I pulled on the thread a little more
and it started to come undone so quickly and so easily. This somehow resembled
my satiation.  
After the funeral, my grandma was constantly pestered by my relatives to divide
her property, her money and that they should get more part of it because my
parents are dead and that a child like me shouldn’t deserve anything. They knew
my grandma was sick and she won’t have much time left.
They harassed her verbally. Another stitch of me came undone.
They went to court and dragged my sick grandmother out of hospital. I cried so
much that day. Another stich came undone.
My grandma got so ill that I couldn’t go and write my exams. I failed the exams
I attended. Another stich came undone.
My grandma passed away when I was 14 and all she said in the end was that she
is going to leave everything she has for me. More stitches came undone.
Constant bullying from relatives, slap to my cheek, throwing me into the
basement for days, seeing me cry, making me cry, pulling my hair, trying to
touch me….the stitches kept coming off of me.
I started wring. It became my only way out of this cruel world which I wanted
nothing to do with and I couldn’t escape because the money which I wanted  to
hand over to them couldn’t be legally transferred  until I was an adult. When I
would write, the stitches would stay in place. It made me calm and helped my
fingers to do something other than to tug at the thread in my heart.
It made me happy but I couldn’t be happy for that long.
Staying in my relative’s house, I had so many papers of my writing just burnt
down because they didn’t like that I was being happy while they willowed in
their sorrowful and miserable lives. I would watch the words I poured my heart
into writing into turn to ashes and through my teary eyes I would promise
myself that I wouldn’t give up.
It would work most of the days but sometimes the beatings would get a little
rough, I would bleed through my wound and I would just feel like destroying
everything around me but then what would be the point of it all?
In the long run, anger will not bear any fruit.
I would secretly write and my uncles and aunties would find out soon enough and
destroy it. I would write about anything and everything and whenever I would
read back to my secretly hidden stories, it would put a smile on my face.
It was on my 16th birdthday when I finally decided to publish my story. It was
a small article I had written about my abuse and my sadness in a really subtle
way and a classmate of mine decided to publish it for me. She didn’t like that
I was suffering so much and she would always ask me about my injuries.
Well, that article attracted a lot of attention and in a few days the police
were knocking on my door and hence began my crucial journey of court trials and
statements and repeating everything over and over to every police officer.
After two whole years of this much torture, the fucking judge finally moved his
ass off the chair and the new judge allowed me to break off from my relatives
and let me stay separately.
I was an adult and I had the money from my grandma so I was well off. I moved
out of the city because of the way my relatives looked at me when they were
being sent to jail for molesting me. I didn’t want to be there if they ever
planned on escaping.
I was all alone and suddenly too much of responsibility was on my shoulders
like paying the rent and the bills and getting groceries and doing big boy
stuff and I wouldn’t have any time to sleep. College was overwhelming and I
wouldn’t get any good grades because I had to run to work as the supermarket
cashier because even though I had the money, I couldn’t use it all. I had to
save it and use it wisely and so I was always trapped in this hectic schedule.
It was quite a lot of work but then I looked to the folder ‘dream’ in my laptop
one night and I opened it. It was what I write whenever I had the time.
Snippets of the past, my thoughts and some observations I did on people.
Reading it, even I was intrigued because my mentality had changed so much from
the past. I didn’t even have time to sit down and notice people anymore. I
didn’t like how ordinary me and my thoughts had become.
It was the day I decided that I wouldn’t let my memories; my past and my time
come in the way of my passion and dream. I wanted to be a writer and I would
become one. I started to write again, began to notice people at work and
suddenly when I didn’t have a watchful eye over me, I was able to freely do
whatever I wanted. I would write any little detail or any thought and then add
it to my collection.
I stopped seeing the world for what it was. I saw a different reality in it and
I began to live in that world. I would ask a happy person if they were sad and
then they would break down in front of me, asking how I knew. I couldn’t answer
them how because I just knew.
Once I found where my passion belonged in, I left my course to join literature
and writing and I fucking loved it. Every lesson motivated me, every project
was a joy to do and soon not being able to sleep didn’t seem like such a
burden. I embraced the feeling of staying up late at night to finish my writing
and then as the morning would come up and I would write ‘the end’ and
everything would feel worth it.
I joined as an intern to my professor who was more than happy to take me under
his wings. We would go out to meet other authors and I would fanboy over them
so much because they would talk and I would feel so connected to them. My
professor was the one who introduced me to Hyuna who now is my manager.
When you work hard on something, the victories outshine your struggles.
Now, I’m a writer and I'm fucking proud of it. I love it more than anything in
the world and I would never sacrifice this for anything in my life. It had made
me into who I am and I wanted to remain strong and loyal to it. I did a pretty
good until now and hence my victories shine.
My love life…well, its crap.
Please don’t laugh or roll your eyes because it’s true. Even though it seems
like I have so much and like I own the world, I don’t. I’m a weak human when it
comes to emotions. I have been alone for so long and kept quiet and kept my
distance from people and covered myself in a cocoon to protect myself so now
everyone thinks that’s who I really am. If i like someone or they would like
me, we would fuck and at the end of it all, I would give them a not so honest
smile because I can’t simply just accept them and they would know it, say that
they weren’t happy with how I am and that I’m too much of a package to deal
with.
I would only watch sympathetically as they would dress up and leave, never to
contact me again. I’m never able to find out whose fault it really is. Was it
mine for being so difficult or was it theirs for not having the courage to deal
with me?
It’s always been that way; it just depends on when they leave. Some find out in
one night, for some it takes 3 months to find out that I can’t smile at them so
freely and I’m regretful and I don’t like to see them cry but I couldn’t help
it. I am so used to being quiet and pretending and adjusting to believing that
I’m strong that dependency somehow scares me.
Whenever I would be in a relationship, I would hope that this person would like
me, that they would understand and that they will be patient and wait for me to
trust them but time moves differently for them because when I finally smile at
them, they break my heart because its already too late.
Midway through, trying seemed useless and so I started to hook up. Just sex,
plain and simple and clear. It’s so much easier for the both of us…sometimes
more than the two of us would be there but I wouldn’t mind. It would just be
like a study session for me. It was like a guilty pleasure of mine because that
much sex wasn’t good for anyone but it would get my heart pumping, my skin
sweating and the release would make me shudder. It became a way for me to know
how far a person can go once he had been bound to their sexual desires.
I saw how the person I had been with kept coming for more, asking for more when
I told them love wasn’t what I wanted from them. They didn’t want love either.
Casual sex worked better for people, helped them to not feel like they were
destroying themselves because the pleasure covers it all. I had done a lot of
research and been with multiple people and soon the idea popped in my head and
that lead me to write my book, Hold Me Tight.
You all know how it focuses on sexual desires and how it influences people. I
didn’t really want to reveal that some of the stories experienced by the main
character of that story belonged to me, that what I did in chapter 5 was real.
It’s an embarrassing thing to accept but I could still feel my body heat up
just thinking about that bed where so much happened.
Oops, sorry for rambling but I really want you to know what kind of a mindset I
have. I want you to know more about me so that you know that the decisions I
make are because I’m this kind of a person. I’m not innocent but I’m not evil
either. It doesn’t always have to be black or white. Some people, like me live
in the grey areas and its fucking awesome here.
Well, I guess all of you are curious as to why I started this book and the
answer is that because I have been blessed with a wonderful opportunity.
It was a bright beautiful morning when I got a call from Hyuna. Hyuna had been
working with me since I started Hold Me Tight part one when I was only 18 and
she had stuck with me till now which is already for 3 years now. She is a
wonderful woman, pretty meticulous in everything she does and she supports me
like no other and no, I didn't have sex her because she is married. Sad though.
She had called me that day when I was having the most peaceful seep I had in
the past few weeks. It was just the stress of not working for a long time was
getting to me even though it had been only 3 months. My mind was going crazy
from ideas and even though I could write something cliché, my heart just didn’t
settle well with it.
I wanted to travel and write about my theories about meeting people and I
wanted to experience things while doing so. I wanted to write it all down, show
it to you and that thought was something many sponsors or companies didn’t
really like except for one.
“Noona, please 5 more minutes.”I groaned into the phone because even though it
was past 10 in the morning, I was still very exhausted.
“You said that almost 27 minutes ago, Taehyung-ah.”Hyuna complained and I
didn’t want to argue with her. I just wanted to sleep.
“This is the last time. Now get off of your lazy ass and get ready for the
press meet and carry an extra shirt, you have fan signing too.”she informed me
and I sighed. She always knew that I would do anything for my fans and they
were the only reason why writing became so much fun. The feedback was
excellent. Everyone loved my books and the way I wrote but there was still
something lacking, like an ingredient missing and that was my own
autobiography.
Before this, all my books had a main character, a front who meets people and
experiences things but it’s not me. It’s never me and there I always that bit
of fiction in it which separates everything. I was growing tired of it but the
world wasn’t. They liked to live in a world where anything was possible.
“As much as I like it, I'm getting tired of signing boobs. I need work.”I said
in my groggy state. I loved my fans, but sometimes their requests can be a
little too weird.
“Will you let me finish?? I have found a sponsor.”Hyuna’s words had me up in no
time.
“Wait, really?”still unbelievable. Still so fucking unbelievable.
“Yes and he says that is okay with whatever concept as long as the author is
you and the money they are giving is off the roof. They don’t want to reveal
many details about themselves yet but they are legit. They told me to ask you
about it.” This was it. This was the blessing that came to me that morning.
“Do you really think I would reject?”I asked her and I could almost see her
rolling her eyes.
“Of course you will take the offer instead of resting. I will contact them
right away.”she said and I thanked her before cutting the call.
As I got ready for my fansigning, multiple thoughts aroused in my mind. It was
like an adrenaline rush to think about the things I could do and write and I
was very pumped to begin this book. It was a refreshing feeling to finally have
someone sponsoring me for once instead of me doing it by myself.
I enjoyed the company of my fans, you guys who had pulled me up from the bottom
and got me to where I am now. I will forever be thankful of that.
Hyuna had informed me about getting the okay from the sponsors so I dashed home
and started to work on the one thing I had wanted to do since forever...this
very book.
I wanted you all to have a glimpse of my life, to pluck you out of your world
for a while so that you could experience mine. I wanted you to see what I saw,
feel what I felt and to experience this life with me. I didn't have a great
life, I mean it's all full of struggles, tears and more struggling but I am
where I am because of it.
I just want this book to be of something special for you.
I hope you will enjoy it.
                                   Chapter 2
The passion I had to write about my life had been building up. I always
believed that real instances and stories always had more importance than
fiction. Real work produces better success, that's what my book Stigma had
taught me because it was about the life of a child who struggled to study, to
learn, to keep to keep his hopes up. His sister was always abused by their
alcoholic and generally absent father and his friends were slowly falling apart
because of their own problems.
One of them liked to dangerously play with fire, other was a drug addict,
another didn’t have a home or a family to call his, the other always wanted to
drown, to feel the water fill his lungs and choke him, their youngest was
forced to watch them all destroy themselves while the oldest friend among them
decided to just leave them behind and to move away.
The boy, my main character struggled so much and I explicitly showed his
struggles, his torture leading to his horrible experiences which became the
reason for his only escape, suicide. I could have written a different ending,
made it look like things changed for him and that he as happy but I didn’t want
to change the truth.
Stigma was a story based on the life of a friend of mine. The kid was my
neighbor when I was little. Everyone saw it but none of them raised their voice
to help him and I was too young to do anything and even though he is gone now,
I wanted his story to be known and studying him and his life was so sad yet so
encouraging.
He fought bravely until the end but life is just a much stronger force and we
can’t fight it.
I was so glad you all thought it was a very emotional and strong story too
because despite having the same story in most of homes in this day and age,
there is always something that’s different, something that doesn’t go the way
we think and we miss our chance for happily ever after. Even the outcomes
aren’t always the same. For me, reality and truth is more important.
So when the sponsor got even more generous and said that they trusted me
enough, I told them that I want to write about my life and they agreed. You
should have seen me that day. Words can’t express the sense of accomplishment I
felt because in our lives there are many who are never able to say anything,
ever able to speak out their concerns, thoughts. Their thoughts are loud but no
voice comes out and they remain silent but here I am siting and writing because
of my hard work. It always fucking works.
For this book I wanted to put myself through a different situation than normal.
Don’t worry, it’s not going to be about my comfortable life and how I see and
study the people whom I had always been with, no, this time I’m going to
experience with you and you will see what truly goes on in my head.
I know that now a days there are so many ways one could show you how they live
because there are always blogs, videos and SNS available but a book...that's an
entirely divergent feeling, a world which is different for each. It makes you
imagine, lures you and makes you to imagine a world only you know about and I
want you to have the best so this book is what you are getting. It’s time for
you to look at the world that I see, that I live in and I hope that whenever
you read this book, this world helps you escape the one you live in.
It had always been a fantasy of mine to live in those rental Japanese apartment
complexes which are old and rusted around the edges, looking worse for wear,
the marks on them hiding a story waiting to be discovered and told. I had seen
one three years ago and that idea had stuck with me until now. It was so
captivating to me that I had dedicated a whole blog about it. It made me want
to explore its roots and to know what it feels like to live in such a
mysterious place. This was the different thing I wanted to do for this book.
I got on a plane to Japan a few days later and all way through I was too
excited, my palms sweaty and my stomach twisting as I grew nearer and nearer to
the venue. I had kept the address and the details a secret from everyone. I
didn’t want them to track me, find out or come to meet me or monitor me. I
wanted to be alone when I worked and even though Hyuna was so against it, she
finally accepted. I was glad they trusted me.
I settled down in the very apartment complex which I had seen all those years
ago wanting nothing else except that very one. The building was known to have
gone through a lot and people say it’s haunted and there had been stories on it
which I didn’t want anyone to tell me about because I was going to write my own
very experience of the building, my own story. The place name will remain
anonymous but let me tell you, there is no place like this. From the outside
the apartment is dull, cracks running along the walls, vines twisting the three
floored building, the faded straw color of it made me think that its achingly
cliché but it had me feeling excited even before I entered there.
I came alone so the landlady kept giving me suspicious stares. She didn’t seem
to like me that much. No one recognized me here and my choppy Japanese kept
even the locals away from me. The landlady is an old woman, maybe in her 60’s
and she has a slight limp as she walks. She took me upstairs to my room and I
stood outside the grey colored door, feeling excited and my heart rate is off
the roof. The inside was a lot better than the exterior. The walls had a soft
cream color; the rooms were small and comfortable, the balcony faced the road
and the carpet was so red that it looked like wine spilled over it...or blood.
I walked further into my one bedroom one bathroom apartment and went to the
kitchen. It was surprisingly cozy and well maintained. Nothing felt like it
belonged to a crime scene, no horrors attached.
This was the place where I was supposed to stay for a year just to experience
the life there and to gain some insight. The landlady seemed a little
suspicious of me but I used my heart melting aegyo at her and she finally
smiled and told me I could come visit her anytime.
It doesn’t matter if its girls or boys, all of them had knelt down before my
puppy eyes. That move is fucking lethal.
Settling in was a bit of a push. I had packed everything even though I may not
need it and now I had to arrange everything back. I was already dreading of the
time when I have pack it all again when I leave. The luggage came soon enough
so I decided to go around the complex to see who all stayed along with me and
to introduce myself. It was the part of what I came here to do after all.
As I had the corner apartment my immediate neighbors were two girls who were
studying their final year of fashion designing. One was Yumi and she had bright
red hair, earrings decorating the entire stretch of both her ears and she
seemed wild at first glance. She was holding the door open for me, eyes focused
and then I said hi and she suddenly blushed and her face relaxed. She bowed to
me and I did the same, telling that I was her neighbor. The other was Akane and
she was a brunette, homely and she seemed like the shy quite type. I said
seemed because that’s what their exteriors said but once I got them talking, I
found that they were compete opposites to what they showed themselves to be.
Yumi was shy, talking only a little and she wasn’t even able to look me in the
eye while Akane was a complete flirt, asking me to come in and staring at me
until it got awkward. See? This was what I found so fucking engaging. People
just aren’t who we think they are. I didn’t mind Akane much and kind of flirted
back too.
They were good girls and very hospitable. They had been living away from their
parents and I could see how they had so much courage in them. They were barely
21 and they were already dreaming for the world. They could succeed if they
wanted to. I could tell.
The three of us stayed on the second floor.
On the first floor were the Nakamura's and Takahashi's.
Nakamura family had two beautiful twin boys, Daichi and Daiki, who were only 2
years old and absolutely adorable. They clung to me tightly and called me
kawaii and pinched my cheeks until they were red. Daichi was the naughty one.
He was the first to initiate any mischievous act and Daiki would follow. Daiki
was a little hesitant and he would look at his mother a little more than usual
but his attention would be disturbed easily by his brother.
Mrs. Nakamura was a housewife and she is a great cook. She let me taste some of
the Japanese foods and offered to tell me about some when I wanted to. She was
lonely, bound to housework and taking care of children and needed friends. She
must have been a social butterfly when she was younger depending on her
personality.
Mr. Nakamura was a construction worker and he seemed like a man who worked with
brawns rather than brains. He talked about alcohol most of the time; his lips a
slight blue from the smoking and he was quite shameless, slapping his wife’s
ass in front of a stranger so easily. I didn’t think much about him, more
interested in the wife who seemed so troubled and had to put on a fake smile
like I once did.
The Takahashi's were an old couple who had been left behind by their family who
stayed in Florida and hardly visited. They openly welcomed me and said that I
reminded them of their grandson who never visits or calls anymore, too busy in
his city life. Mrs. Takahashi caressed my cheeks and shed some tears when she
said that if her grandson were here, he would have definitely liked to be my
friend and that she misses him a lot. It broke my heart to see the poor lady
cry but Mr. Takahashi didn’t shed any tears and just looked to the ground in
defeat. They were very nice to me and Mrs. Takahashi gave me cookies which she
had just baked.
There was an entire shelf dedicated to books and they seemed to be read through
completely. Books of every genre were there and I wondered if they had read my
books too but that was highly unlikely. Mr. Takahashi seemed like an
intelligent man and so full of knowledge that I couldn’t wait to talk to him
more and get acquainted. There will be more time for that.
The people living on the ground floor included the landlady, Megumi with her
cat, poppy and her neighbor was Hiroto who was unfortunately unavailable when I
went but Megumi told me that he was 20 and worked as a male escort and a host.
He was definitely an interesting character and I was looking forward to meeting
him.
I was trying to go to the third floor but before I could reach it, the twins
came running and dragged me to play with them. I wanted to go visit the third
floor families but it was already evening and I was pretty tired from
everything so I decided to leave it.
My life here had begun and I was living my dream. There was nothing I wanted
more from life.
                                   Chapter 3
I had been here for a week already and I have finally begun to feel like I’m
part of the community. I met Hiroto and I could not avoid looking at him. He
was really a handsome guy, not to mention extremely sexy and really fucking
tall. He was really nice and soon we became friends because of our similar
tastes in food and anime. He was just a struggling student who saw no other way
to pay off his college fees except to secretly work in a club. He made me
promise to not tell that to anyone. Everyone in the complex protects him and
treats him like their baby except for megumi’s because Hiroto always does her
work late. I wasn’t any different; I immediately fell for Hiroto’s charms. He
as a cute kids with a lot of thoughts and carried the world on his shoulders.
My life here hadn’t been that eventful yet because I couldn’t go out to travel
as much. The farthest I had gone from my building is to the supermarket a few
blocks away and that’s it. I am still adjusting to things and the way things
work here. There are something’s which I absolutely don’t understand but the
people are so kind and generous. They helped me with a big smile to their face.
It was a rather cold on a Thursday evening. I was exhausted from all the work I
had to do. Unpacking stuff had been very boring and I kind of wished I had
allowed the girls to help me unpack but then I remembered how they tried to see
my underwear collection instead or the way they so carelessly handled my
crockery which even I didn’t know why I got to be honest. What was I thinking?
Did I think Japan won’t have plates or glasses?
I yawned as the tiredness took over me. I had been working so much, cleaning
and re-cleaning stuff and then setting it onto shelves and the clothes were
such a nightmare because they would come undone and I had to neatly fold them
again. By the time I was done, the sweat on my skin had dried and there was a
layer of dust and cobwebs in my hairs. I took a nice long hot shower and came
out wiping my wet mess of a hair and took out a cola to drink.
The cool wind passing by outside caused my white curtains to fly away from the
window so I pushed them to the side and went to sit in my balcony just admiring
the beautiful pink and purple sunset.
Japan was beautiful, even more so during the evenings where the soft rays of
the sun causes the flowers and the trees to change colors and become art. It’s
such a pretty sight and I had taken many pictures to post them in my blog but
that is coming only after this book is released.
I was so tried and the empty can of cola beside me started to slip as I started
to doze off. I was kind of swaying in my seat; body going limp from sleep when
I heard clacking coming from somewhere. I woke up a little startled and I
thought maybe it was from my empty can of cola but it was still in my hands. I
frowned and then waited for the sound again but I couldn’t hear anything. I let
go of my thought, thinking that I had imagined it but then sound came again,
this time louder and it was from the floor above me. I waited for a little
while and I kept hearing it in a continuous chain of clattering now.
This was ridiculous. I hadn’t been able to go to the 3rd floor yet and I was
kind of suspicious if anyone stayed there or not but now I’m pretty sure
someone is there and they are annoying as hell. I decided to check for it
myself. The night had set in and the darkness made it hard to see anything so I
just took my phone and wore my bunny slippers to go upstairs.
I passed the girl's apartment and wondered if I should call them too but I
heard squealing and chattering so I thought they were busy so I switched on the
flashlight in my phone and went up the stairs alone. I didn’t see a point in
disturbing them and I didn’t want to seem like a fucking pussy who is scared to
go alone in the dark.
The steps to the 3rd floor were rather broken; its edges not completely clean
and there were cracks and small stones on them. I gulped and reached the unlit
floor and almost got scared when I saw a tree branch peeking through from
outside. At the entrance of each floor there were grills so that people could
lock it before sleeping but this one was broken and its lock looked like it had
been tampered with. I called out to anyone present there and waved my
flashlight to see better but there was no response.
This was odd because there was someone definitely there because I could still
hear the dull clacking sound. Someone was doing some carpentry work maybe, I
couldn’t understand and so with a hesitant step, I walked inside.
I noticed how the walls looked even more aged than the rest of the building and
it immediately made me realize that the place hadn’t been used for a long time.
My curiosity got the best of me and now I wanted to know what was causing the
noise if no one stays here. The first apartment seemed empty and completely
abandoned which raised more thoughts because why on earth would the landlady
let it be like this? If she would get it cleaned up then she could use it to
get more rent but she rather let it stay empty for some reason. It was a heavy
loss and I wondered what made her do that. This place kept getting more
interesting to me.
I walked further down the creepy dark hallway and tried to be brave but my
heart had suddenly started to thud. I had officially crossed the first
apartment and was now moving to the door in the corner of the floor which was
the source of those strange sounds.
I expected for the door to be open and for some lights to be there, hoping that
maybe there was a man sitting there doing the repair work for the apartment but
the place remained dark and eerie. I reluctantly knocked on the similar looking
dusty door. The sound echoed until it died and then suddenly the clattering
sound had stopped. There was complete silence as if the person on the inside
was aware of my presence and so I asked if anyone wanted help but there was
absolutely no response.
I should have left then. Should have turned around and not cared but then I
heard the sound again and again and again. It sounded like someone was
hammering and the sound kept getting louder and closer.
I frantically tried for the knob because I thought maybe someone was in need of
help. With the click of the lock the door opened and the nose died again. The
inside of the room looked burnt down and the furniture there was half burnt
too. Black ashes gave the place a unearthly feeling and I walked in calling out
again.
The place was still dark and I walked in a bit closer to one of the rooms, the
ashes at my feet making small noises and I was hyperaware of everything. My
hearing seem to have become something I wanted to depend on the most and I was
very alert. I looked around the room and called out again. I just wished it
wasn’t some kind of prank.
When nothing happened, I started freaking out and then I heard something run
behind me and I screamed. I started to run towards the door but then someone
harshly shoved me against the wall. My phone fell out of my hand and the light
broke. It gave the room a dull lightning and then there was a person who put
their hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I was shaking and trying
to get this person away for me but wherever I touched, I felt plastic and his
hands had gloves on them.
I saw it then...the fierce eyes, dark hair, a glimpse of skin which was white
as snow and I was so fucking scared.
I shut my eyes and thrashed and successfully pushed my attacker away from me
and ran to the door. I could hear his footsteps coming after me and I ran until
I hit something hard and fell down hurting my knee and lost my one slipper but
I just didn't care. I got back up and dashed from there almost tripping near
the stairs and screaming bloody murder. I went to Megumi’s house, banging her
door frantically until she came out looking shocked and worried.
I was crying and scared shitless and my screams had caused the whole building
to come and see what happened. My knee was bleeding badly, skin ripped and
there was some ash attached to my clothes too. The blood had ruined my pajamas
and it was trickling down to form a pool on the red carpet of Megumi’s
apartment and blending with the fabric. Maybe the carpets really are made of
blood.  
Yumi bandaged me up as I cried even more. I had never experienced such a thing
in my life and I was still pretty shaken up from it. I thought I was going to
be killed and just to have someone chase me like that in the dark was
terrifying. It felt like it was some kind of a demon that attacked me. His
strength was so great and he had restrained me with much ease. They wiped my
tears and asked me to calm down and to tell them what happened.
When I told them about my traumatic experience, they all looked at each other
and said “no one is staying in the third floor, Taehyung. That place has been
empty for a year now and there is no way anyone can go in. The place has been
locked by police themselves.”
“What? T-that’s not possible! I went there! The grills are open and I went in!
I saw someone…he…he attacked me!”I shouted at them because they looked at me
like I was crazy. What happened to me was real and I have a fucking wound to
prove that. They thought that maybe the wound was because I fell down the
stairs but I protested and i felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t like that
they didn’t trust me. I wasn’t lying.
“It’s happening again, Megumi.”Mr. Takahashi said and Megumi suddenly looked
very grim and thin lipped. The other people standing there had a troubled look
on them too.
“What’s happening? Tell me!”I yelled at them because they obviously knew that
what i was saying wasn’t a lie.
“Those apartments….they belonged to two very close families. They were good
people, worked hard and lived happily until one day, they were brutally
murdered. We were all at the exhibition but the family had stayed behind. The
apartment was burnt down after they were…after they were killed in cruel
horrible ways and by the time we found them, they were dead.”Megumi had tears
in her eyes by now and she had to lean against the chair to keep herself up.
“Only the family’s child, who was only 1 year old, survived. It was like the
killer spared him to live his life in misery.”Hiroto explained and this only
got more tears to my eyes. I couldn’t believe something so horrible had
happened there.
It all made sense though. The second apartment was the most burnt down one so I
figured it was from where the fire originally began. There seemed to be blood
on the couch too as I recalled it but nothing explained the man in gloves who
tried to fucking chase after me.
I remembered that I had left my phone up there and I was absolutely not going
to go there so Hiroto and Mr. Nakamura went together to get it. Mr. Nakamura
had a gun with him and he was the only man who believed that nothing was there.
He had taken the gun after what happened to the family on the third floor and
so I was a little worried when he went up.
We waited in silence and after only few minutes the men came down with my phone
whose screen was cracked but otherwise was all good. They said they didn't see
anyone there, they said that the grills were all closed but what scared me the
most and caused my blood to freeze was when they said that they found my phone
near the steps.
I clearly remembered it falling down on the apartment floor.
Telling them this would only trouble them more and I suddenly doubted myself
and my own memories too. I kind of remembered there being black boots in the
apartment which looked fairly new but that wasn’t possible. If it had belonged
to the people who lived there then it should have been burnt too. I tried to
make myself believe that the phone must have fallen near the stairs even though
my whole existence was screaming that it wasn’t so.
My shaken up and pale appearance had worried them all and so they asked me to
sleep in Hiroto’s room. I was glad they were so considerate of me and even
though they didn’t have to, they came and encouraged me and told me to sleep.
Even I was starting to believe that some sleep would clear things for me. I had
been tried for a long time and I would sometimes see things from the corner of
my eyes. I wanted to think that there wasn’t something that pushed me and that
the feeling on gloves covered hand on my mouth wasn’t real.
Hiroto stayed with me for a while, just helping me loosen up a little and he
helped me rest my feet properly on the bed. My leg was hurting badly and I
never had a gash that big before. It was ridiculous how things changed so
suddenly. I knew I shouldn’t have gone up by myself but I didn’t think that
there was some kind of entity up there which wants to hurt me.
I didn’t even know how I was going to go back to my room or sleep there.
 
It was raining heavily, the rain droplets hitting hard against the car’s roof.
My parents were sitting in the front, soft songs playing in the radio. I never
liked those slow songs because they seem so boring but today I was more
concentrated on the darkness outside. We were going to our resort which was on
top of a hill. It was for my father’s birthday and we were going to call all
our friends to come.
We had always come in the morning, enjoying the view of the trees and the vast
sky but today we were a bit late to start and the rain had been cruel. I
couldn’t see anything from outside my window; the only light that was there
came for the headlights of our car and the occasional thundering. I flinched at
a particularly loud thunder and my mother looked at me in concern. She gently
smoothed my bangs and gave my forehead kiss and I felt calm again. Her touch
always relaxed my trembling heart.
The car was struggling to move uphill with the water filling its corners and
the road was getting slippery. It skidded a little at the turn and my mother
immediately asked to put on the seatbelt. We couldn’t stop because the road was
a small one and if anyone were to come then they would be stuck too. There was
no saying how fast anyone comes uphill too so we had to keep going.
My attention was now on the road ahead of us. More turns came and the constant
turns were making me nauseous. I was only a kid so I couldn’t keep my food down
that easily but I tried.
And then it happened.
It was almost surreal how suddenly it happened. The truck coming from the other
end was at full speed. The driver lost control of the wheel and dashed right
into our car, where my father was seated. My father was dead in an instant. It
was the first time I had seen so much of blood. It was also the first time I
had seen anybody’s brain splatter onto the seat. My mother’s screams were so
loud while I was frozen in place, body covered in blood.
We were pushed off the end of the mountain road and the first impact caused the
broken glass from the car to push through my mother’s middle, cutting her in
half.
Another turn of the car and now it was my turn to get hurt but because I was at
the back and rather small, the most I got was a wound to the head and leg and
then the car stopped rolling as it stuck to a strong tree. The car’s siren
began to blare and it alarmed the locals but everything was dulled out for me.
I woke up from my nightmare with cold sweat. Hiroto was beside me looking
worried and once I told him I was okay he went to get me water. I hadn’t had
that nightmare in so many years and it was so vivid and so scary to me because
it’s not just a nightmare, it’s a memory and I used to relive that every single
night when I was younger but to have it now after so many years, I knew I would
have difficulty getting over it.
Whoever this person was, he had successfully managed to remove the lid of
protection I had on my innocence and sanity.
                                   CHAPTER 4
I heard the sounds again after 2 days.
I couldn't sleep all night because of the noises which only I seem to hear. The
sounds come only when I’m alone and like it knows that I had been thinking
about it. It felt like they were calling me, asking me to come back but I
didn’t go. I couldn’t go all alone.
I just tried to shut off all the sounds with my headphones and tried to sleep
through the night but even in my dreams, I could hear the sound of metal
hitting metal. It would pound against my head and I would feel those hands on
my mouth again. The snow like skin so cold and daunting, those eyes which
reflected light and made them look formidable. 
A week later and I was going mad because of it. I started to hear footsteps
coming from the floor above me, I could hear knocking on my door in the middle
of the night and when I would go out, nobody would be there. The noise was
banging in my head, ringing and killing and slowly seeping into my soul and
gripping me tight.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t tell anyone else, the people who come
to see me say that I look tired and ask me not to overwork myself but I’m
hardly doing that. I’m always on edge; I jump at every single sound. I had
grown so vulnerable and I hate it. I hate that I wasn’t in control, that I
didn’t have a hold on myself.
I had enough. It was time to stop running and to start facing. I was going to
catch this asshole and make everyone to believe me. Whoever is disturbing me is
obviously a human, he is strong but he isn’t invincible. If I hit him, he will
bleed and I was more than ready to cause some pain. So when the sound came
again one Wednesday night, I decided to just go for it. I wasn’t going to let
this take over me and my confidence was getting the best of me.
It was almost 2 in the night when I decided to take a torch and a baseball bat
to go to the floor above me. The grills were unlocked like usual but this time
I had seen the way there was police tapes thrown over in a bunch to the ground.
In my annoyed sleep deprived state, I hadn’t noticed the blood on the lock.
I kept moving until I found the door to the apartment wide open this time as if
it had been waiting for me. I gulped and looked around the place, searching for
any movement. I tried to switch on the lights but of course it wasn’t working.
I called out to the person trying to bring me there and I was so angry at him.
I kept cursing for almost 10 minutes and when there was no fucking response, I
just decided that I was wasting my time and decided to go back. The person must
have gotten scared when he saw the baseball bat and I hoped that now he would
think twice before making any sound.
I was so pissed off and grumbled under my breath. The air was cold there and I
regretted only wearing my shorts and t shirt. I heard the sound of a door to
the room being closed and so I ran to it. The light from the street outside
shone through the small spaces in the shut off window and I reached for the
closed door, looking at its burnt surface. I turned on the knob and I
immediately gagged when the smell of something foul reached me. I covered my
nose quickly and as I stepped inside, my cozy slippers grew wet. I flashed my
light to the floor and screamed when I saw raw rotting flesh surrounded by
blood everywhere.
I yelped and moved back out of the room and then suddenly someone’s’ arms were
on my waist. I turned to catch a glimpse but my torch light was taken away for
me and then switched off. The sudden darkness became too much and I was
panicking like crazy but with the help of the little light from outside, I
turned to hit the man with my baseball bat. I successfully hit the man’s leg
and he groaned lowly but then he hit my arm with a fucking hammer and the bat
fell from my hands. I hissed in pain as he pushed me against the wall and
gagged my mouth.
My eyes widened in shock as I felt my hand being tied behind my back and I
started to cry and scream. My voice came out weak because of the gag abut I
didn’t give up. The man pulled on my shirt and breathed down my neck, a soft
chuckle escaping him before he leaned to take a bite at my neck. I groaned
loudly and tried to push at him but I was quite defenseless. His teeth dug in
deep and it hurt so much. I felt disgusted.
I head butted him and he winced in pain, his teethe separating from my skin and
I panted as his grip on me loosened. I stepped to the side to run but he
grabbed me by the hair and pushed me to the ground. I could smell the rotting
flesh and the blood was all over my cheek and body. I started to cry out even
louder and I could feel him trying to pull my shorts down.
This was like a horror movie to me. What was happening didn’t feel real at all.
He bit onto my back, marking me there and the cuffs on my hands were so tight
and they were bruising me. I tried to kick him but then I felt him pressing his
hard on against my ass. I stilled and anger filled me. I wasn’t going to let
this man do as he wishes. I leaped front to get away from him but it caused
more blood to stick to me. I tried to get up but then I was being raised up
from the ground and then thrown over the arm of the burnt couch.
I was half naked, hurt from all the pushing and pulling and the man was fucking
horny. He was such a disgusting person. He slapped my ass hardly, striking it
with so much force that I strained my voice trying to scream. He bit onto my
back again and I started to cry. I just wanted someone to come and help me, to
just take me away from this man. The man spread my legs apart and settled
himself against me. He pulled on my hair again, rutting against me and I was so
helpless.
I just kept crying and groaning into the gag. He had put his hand on my back to
prevent me from moving and my legs were trapped and all I could do was just lay
there like a rag doll as he did whatever he wanted to do. I whimpered when I
heard him unzipping his pants. I didn’t know what to think. I was absolutely
terrified and cried more and then suddenly I heard him jerkin off against my
ass. He came soon enough and the feel of his cum on me disgusted me to no end.
He pulled me up and I tried to break free but he started to lick the bite wound
he gave me earlier which had started to bleed.
And then he uncuffed me. Just like that.
My eyes widened as I realized he was letting me go. He removed my gag too and I
started to shout for help but he hit me on the head.  He let me go completely
and I was a little worried because maybe he had a weapon on him but he didn’t
do anything. I pulled my shorts up and started to sprint out but I slipped and
fell. The wound on my knee opened up and grew bigger and I started to bleed
again.
I tried to crawl out and then my fingers dug into wet flesh. I screamed and
everywhere I touched, I could feel the raw flesh against my skin. I tried to
get up but when I put my hand on the ground, I put it on a bone instead which
broke and its broken ends stabbed into my skin. I could do nothing but scream
loudly and cry until Yumi and Mr. Nakamura came running with torch lights and
gun. They were shocked from all the gore and filth that covered me.
I looked at my bloody hands and found bits and pieces of rotten flesh and then
I looked down to see eyes balls and brains and that was it. I passed out from
the shock of it all.
The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital. I turned to see the attendant
there was cleaning things up. He seemed like a short man with blonde hair and
pale skin but he had his back to me. I was looking at him when the door opened
and Yumi came in through the door, happy to see that I had woken up. I saw the
attendant take the tray of medicines and he left through the door without
saying anything but what made me frown was that he was limping.
Suddenly I felt fear that maybe the killer who had come to see me here too and
I tried to look at him but he had a mask to his face so I couldn’t see him.
Before I could give him much thought, Yumi asked me how I was. She was
genuinely worried about me and I pushed my suspicions of the attendant’s
identity aside and talked to her.
Everyone from the apartment came to visit me and they told me that they had
indeed found the rotting flesh there and that the grills had blood on it too.
They called the police and said that the flesh was almost everywhere and it was
chopped into small pieces, like someone took their time to chop the flesh and
at first they thought that it may have been beef until the forensics report
came and confirmed that it belonged to three separate people who lived quite
nearby and had been missing for months.
The families of the missing persons had come and they saw remnants of their
beloved family and cried a lot. They found a school girl’s ID card, another
guy’s wedding ring and another man was a doctor. It was downright tragic. A
killer was at large and he was staying on the floor right above mine. I didn’t
know why he let me go but I knew I wasn’t safe.  
I felt like puking just to think about what he had done and I was completely
devastated. The hammering sounds I kept hearing was because the killer was
chopping on the flesh of those innocent humans, trying to make it into small
pieces probably so that he could easily dispose it all. It was fucking
disgusting!
The killer followed the same pattern. He first killed those tenants who lived
in the floor above me and then to those three people and now he was doing it to
me. The police came to talk to me and I showed them my bite marks and they
tried to take the marks for a match but the result came as negative. They
couldn’t find any match which was ridiculous because it was like the man was a
ghost. They said that it was the reason why they had been having trouble
finding him and that this killer is very cunning in his deeds, pathetic of them
to be praising a killer. 
Extra protection was put on each floor, grills were put up eve near the balcony
so that no one can break in easily and the area was supposed to be patrolled
twice every night. It helped the people in the apartment to breathe a little
but I couldn’t even sleep a wink. I kept having nightmares where I’m covered in
blood and flesh and that reminded me of my parent’s corpses.
I was so scared for most of the time and writing helped. Letting my thoughts
out and wiring them helped and I kept writing. This killer was still out there
and he thinks he is so clever but I wasn’t going to be vulnerable so the next
day I went and legally got myself a gun. I was going to protect myself and this
time I’m not going to be defenseless.
This all may seem like a lie or a made-up story but all of it is real. I
experienced true horror, only I know what it felt like and it was so fucking
heart gripping. I could still his fingers on me and every time my wounds hurt,
I would be remained of how I got them. His memories weren’t going to leave me
and I didn’t know how I would be able to be normal again.
                                   Chapter 5
Every single day was like I’m reliving a nightmare. I couldn’t sleep in my room
alone and even though everyone was trying to cheer me up, for many days I
wasn’t able to put a smile to my face. Every night I would wait to hear the
hammering sounds but they never came. I started to imagine them, thought maybe
he had come inside my room because I would keep hearing noises here and there
but I wouldn’t know if it really happened or not.
Just thinking about what could have happened to me got me to fear for my life.
I had ever thought about death before and now I’m reminded of it every single
day. It was the kind of fear which I had never experienced. I could still feel
the wet flesh and I would wash my fingers multiple times because I would feel
like the flesh was still sitting under my nails.
Every day was chaotic and I would try to distract myself with writing or doing
anything but I would be too scared. I couldn’t go out because I thought that
the killer would find me in the streets and drag me elsewhere and at home I was
losing my mind. I stopped eating and I would drink until I would blank out. It
was unhealthy I know but it was the only thing which I would be able to do. It
kept my mind deluded and the fearsome thoughts at bay.
It was the twin’s birthday and they kept asking me to come, even did cute aegyo
to get me outside my apartment. I accepted their offer because of how adorable
they were and attending the party finally lifted my spirits up. I was able to
go the shop to buy gifts with the Takahashi’s and got them toy guns.
The kids were so thrilled and they kept running around and jumping with
excitement. They seemed to have loved the idea of it because they kept
screaming bang bang and one of them would act like they got hit and would fall
to the ground before the other would give them tickles to get them to live. If
only real life were that easy.
The night slowly grew older and the twins fell asleep quickly, tired from their
naughty shenanigans. Mr. Nakamura was dancing with his wife as slow music
played and for once they both actually seemed in love. It was nice to them
looking into each other’s eyes and smiling like they belonged with each other.
Mrs. Nakamura’s stress seemed to have completely left her face. I was happy for
her.
Megumi had left early to sleep and she made sure to take half the cake with her
and said that she need that for poppy. Hiroto was in the corner getting drunk,
dancing to music and snap chatting it. Yumi and Akane were helping the
Takahashi’s to put on their coats so that they could drop them and I waved to
them, giving them a genuine smile.
It was nice to finally talk to Mr. Takahashi about things and I discovered a
dark secret about their family. The man had drunk a little too much one day and
he said as he looked at me that his grandson had actually passed away long ago.
He told that he had died and because he knew his wife would break at the news
so he just told her that their grandson was busy and that he couldn’t attend
call because of that. She would be disappointed until then and that was
something he felt he could live with. He didn’t want to hurt her or see her to
feel sad. He did it for her.
It was a very difficult situation for him and I couldn’t even imagine the pain
that must have come with such news.  I didn’t know if I should be angry at him
for lying to his wife or to be proud of him for being a good husband and
protecting her feelings. Mr. Takahashi gave me a sad smile while his wife waved
at everyone happily and then turned to leave.
I looked over to the dancing couple and all I could see was love blossoming
between them. Love was always something I ran away from. It was too
complicated, too much and my attitude towards it caused me to have really short
relationships. It was quite pathetic and I really wished that I had someone
with me right now, someone who would hug me close and tell me that everything
would be fine. I want someone to just hold me tight so that I won’t break apart
like I already am.
Just like the apartment building, my cracks are deepening and my mind is losing
its balance because of the killer and everything that came along with him.
I sighed as I drank the alcohol in my hands and I’m not that fond of drinking
but what happened in the past few days had helped me find favor in the glass
filled with whiskey. I wanted to feel drunk and enjoy a little but no matter
what I did, I couldn’t get drunk.
Just then Hiroto came and asked “having trouble enjoying yourself?”
“Can’t get drunk. Wanna get drunk!”I whined and he chuckled.
“Come to my room if you wanna have fun.”Hiroto said with a wink and I was a
little surprised but kind of expected it. It was about time he asked to get in
my pants.
“I’m not fucking you. Thanks though.”I rejected his offer because despite my
intense urge to fuck, I just didn’t feel like doing it with him. It felt
illegal because I kind of saw him like a little brother.
“Oh, what I will give you is even more fun.”Hiroto said and wiggled his
eyebrows and at this point, I was ready to do anything to get away and soon we
ended up in his apartment.
We reached his spare room where I slept occasionally and he reached for his bag
and pulled out a small box. I frowned as I watched him giggle and open the box.
My eyes grew huge with curiosity as I saw the little packets of white in them.
“You have drugs?!”I exclaimed but he shushed me.
“This is not the real deal. It’s a recreational one and is low dose but the
high it gives is so damn good! You have to try it Taehyung.”Hiroto seemed to
have been pretty experienced in this and he pushed the packet towards me but I
was still uncertain about this.
“I don’t know…I have never done this before.”I said as I stared at white
substance. I didn’t know if I was that desperate to become detached from this
world.
“First time for everything, brother.”Hiroto said and patted my shoulder before
proceeding to opening his packet.
The thing with drugs is that you never know how it affects you until you try
it. I have known people who were resistant to it but me, it seemed like I was
made for it. I kept inhaling the substance and it felt like the heavens had
opened up for me. Everything seemed to have bright colors, Hiroto, who was
passed out beside me seemed to be changing colors.
I felt like I was having the best time of my life. My favorite song was playing
in my head and my body felt so light. Everything seemed blurry and clear at the
same time and the more I took the better I felt.
I was able to walk throughout the entire apartment until I fell onto Hiroto’s
bed. My heart was beating so rapidly and I licked my lips feeling hot. I was
just so fucking hot suddenly and so I started to strip my clothes away. I was
down to my boxers, my cock hard and leaking and I reached down to palm myself.
I let out a shy moan as I felt my cock pulse in my hand and giggled when I felt
my sweat moved down my forehead.
I pulled my boxers down and began to fist my cock, not even caring where I was
and that I was on somebody else’s bed. I was just so excited by own hand and I
spread my legs wide to slowly play with my hole. The precum from my cock was
plenty and it coated my entire cock, dripping down my balls and onto the bed. I
was so horny and I was so into my masturbating session when suddenly I was
being turned around by someone.
I immediately opened my eyes to turn and see who it is but a blindfold was put
on me and I was in complete darkness. I tried to break free from the man trying
to hold me down but my arms were being tied to the bed and so I began to shout.
I was screaming for help and the high I was in was slowly fading away. I was
scared now and I tried to kick the man and scream but then a ball gag was put
into my mouth. It was secured in place and now I knew I was in danger.
I was thrashing around trying to aim at the man through the darkness but it
wasn’t working. He suddenly caught onto my ankles and I tried to break free but
his grip grew tighter and then I felt something sharp being pressed up to my
side. I immediately halted and felt the sharp tip of the knife slide up to my
hardened nipples. I whimpered as I felt more sweat form on my skin. This was
bad. I couldn’t speak or scream and I was totally immobilized. I had no choice
but to lie down and wait for the man to do what he wants to.
The knife and the way his hands had gloves on had me believing that it was the
same killer who had been torturing me. My breathe hitched as I felt the bed dip
and he moved closer. He breathed down my nipple and I couldn’t believe i moaned
at that. I heard him scoff and then I whined in pleasure as he bit onto my
nipples and then began to suck on them. He had settled between my spread legs
and I could feel his hard bulge pressing against mine. I was so embarrassed and
I tried to move my hand to break free but then the killer began to move down to
my cock and I gasped at his touch. His fingers were digging into my skin and
his tongue was hot and wet as he licked my navel.
He reached my cock and I involuntarily thrusted up. I knew how fucking
disgusting it is but I just wanted someone to touch me. I felt him take my cock
into his hand and he gave it a few strokes as I tried to be conservative. I
couldn’t hold down my moans when he engulfed my cock and moaned loud against
the gag.
It felt good, it felt so fucking good and it was like he knew where to touch
me, like he knew what he had to do. He was so consistent in making me moan and
I felt like I was on fire. I was so close to cumming but he pulled away and I
frowned at the loss of wet heat. I felt him trace his fingers along my lips and
I could feel him watching me, observing me as he turned me into a fucking mess.
His fingers left my lips and then I felt my legs being lifted up and i was
being bent in half. I blushed furiously when I realized how embarrassing of a
position it was as my hole was completely exposed.
I tried to talk, to ask him to stop but the ball gag was big and I felt very
uncoordinated. I felt him lick my hole and I shrieked at the feel of it. His
tongue was like no other as he slowly pushed the wet muscle inside me, fucking
me with it. I was panting and trying to breathe as he did something I had never
had anyone do to me.
I was crying because of this until I felt cold liquid pour over my hole. I
immediately started to wiggle because this meant that he was going to rape me.
I felt a hard slap on my ass and I grunted but still struggled. Another slap to
my ass, this time with much force and I was taken aback. I felt more tears in
my eyes as he gently pushed his finger inside of me. I kind of expected him to
be rough but he took his time, slowly fucking me with his middle finger. I
clenched around his digit like a fucking slut and whimpered which was more like
a plea for more and so he added another finger inside.
I arched my back off the bed when I felt his fingers rub against my prostate.
Once he found out that it was my weak spot, he began to fuck me harder with his
fingers, curling his fingers to open me up and I did so obediently. My cock was
leaking so much and if I wasn’t gagged, I would have begged him to touch me. I
was trying to speak, begging and asking but I couldn’t do it.
At some point, I started to enjoy this feeling of having a complete stranger
finger me but then there was also this fear that this man could kill me once he
was done. He finally took my cock in his hand and I moaned as after only few
strokes, I came hard, spilling my cum all over myself and the man’s hand. It
was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had and I passed out after that.
I woke up in a few hours, my head pounding and I realized that I was sleeping
naked. I looked to see dried cum on me and I dreaded when I remembered what had
happened. I began to cry and hated my disgusting self. Someone had forced me
into doing things and I fucking enjoyed it! I hated myself for it. I looked to
my side and found a single red flower sitting beside my pillow.
It belonged to the murderer. I fucking knew it!
I told Hiroto everything the next morning and he just said that I must have
imagined it. He told me that I was high on drugs and must have imagined someone
doing that to me but I knew it was a lie. I could feel the slight burn in my
ass and I knew that I had felt the man touch me. I was so shattered by the
event and just needed some fresh air so I decided to go grocery shopping.
All the time I just kept thinking about last night and bits and pieces kept
coming to my mind and made me feel even more repelled. I went to the
supermarket and absentmindedly took whatever was on the shelf. Halfway through,
I began to doubt myself. I remember trying to jerk off and I was thinking that
maybe I had just imagined someone doing to that to me. I wanted for it to be a
lie so much that I was ready to go against my own thinking.
I was so lost in thoughts that I didn’t watch out for the man around the corner
of the aisle and I bumped into him, causing all of my groceries to fall on the
floor in a mess. I heard the man beside me groan and I looked up to see a god.
This man looked blindingly stunning. Black turtleneck, dark skinny jeans,
leather jacket draped around his wide shoulders, cat like eyes and his lips…oh
god! His lips were the fucking best! He was totally my type!
The guy looked at the mess and got up to help me up who was still staring at
him.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” His voice was pure perfection. A perfect mix of
deep, seductive and alluring. I couldn’t respond at the moment.
“Hey! I’m talking to you.”he said and waved his hand in front of me and I
finally blinked.
“Are you okay?”he asked as he picked up my groceries.
“Yes...I’m…yeah I’m okay. Sorry, I wasn’t looking.”I babbled and he just gave
me a dashing smile.
“It’s okay.”He said as he handed me the stuff he picked up. He was about to
take his leave but I couldn’t let that happen.
“I’m really sorry. I should have paid more attention.”I stopped him before he
could leave. I wanted to talk a bit more.
“It’s alright. I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”He said kindly and I was beginning to
bush, unable to look into his eyes.
“I’m really sorry. Let me make it up to you. Do you wanna have coffee?”I asked
him, hoping to get a yes and the man blinked at me before a smile appeared on
his beautiful lips and he said “Sure. Let’s go.”
And that was how I met Min Yoongi.
                                   Chapter 6
Yoongi is a really interesting character. I wish you all could meet him.
Our first coffee together was very pleasant. We were flirting a lot but there
was also this comfortable feeling surrounding him. He didn’t pry too much and
spoke like a wise man unlike those painfully dumb guys whom I usually meet. He
is a really open minded person and he likes to see the world with a much
broader view but he also likes to pay attention to details. I couldn’t gather
all that much about him since we mostly just introduced ourselves but it was
enough to intrigue me.
He is a very rich son of a very rich businessman, he just finished studying
archeology, he is kind of talkative, he loves and knows his coffee, he reads a
lot of books, he loves adventure and he is travelling the world and
experiencing these new exciting things which I never got to do. He isn’t even
that old, just 23 and he is really fucking hot. He is very mysterious and
transparent at the same time. There is this feeling I get whenever I meet which
attracts me to him. He gives off this bad boy kind of feel but he is kind of a
dork too. I enjoyed my time with him very much.
After our first coffee together, I was able to sleep in the night with a smile
to my face because he had messaged me a cute goodnight message. He helped me
sleep through the night without any headaches or problems. I saw him the very
next day after I was returning from giving my files about my latest chapter. He
was wearing a mask around his mouth, in his grey sweatpants and dark t shirt
and he was watering the plants outside his own apartment which is just a few
blocks away.
The scene looked a little funny and I when I asked him about why he wore the
mask, he told me that he had allergy and that wearing the mask when outside
helps him a lot. I felt bad for him because the air seemed so fresh and the
flowers were in full bloom but he could really smell that. I waved at him,
ready to leave but he had caught my hand and invited me for another date.
It wasn’t officially a date but I could tell that he wanted to get to know me
more and I did too. He made me smile and I was content with him. I agreed and
he fist bumped the air in victory. Such a dork, I tell you.
After that, we have grown greatly fond of each other. I mean, he is just so
sweet and nice and conversations with him finally make me feel like I can
breathe a little. He knows how to make feel comfortable and he doesn’t talk
nonsense and make me feel like sleeping. Everything about him makes me want to
look at him more.
We talked about my book and he excitedly wanted to read my new one but it will
be released only after it’s edited so I couldn’t really let him see this but I
was a little weak against him and told him what the concept was. He was
fanboying over me so hard and it’s embarrassing and I blushed hard when he
asked for my autograph.
Yoongi studies people like I do. He analyzes them, tries to make out things
about them. He is a completely different analyzer than me though. The way he
explains is just so mesmerizing and because he had traveled so much more than
me, I’m just invested in his words and his gravelly voice is just a major plus.
He tells me stories about his travels, tells me how someone reacted when he
flirted with them, told me how he saved someone from getting bullied in his
college and how he fell in love with that person but that person is no more. He
also told me about having a mind-blowing threesome and although it makes my
face feel hot, I couldn’t help but imagine it.
I could imagine being under him, panting, begging and asking for more. I could
imagine him touching me all over and kissing my neck and leaving hickeys. He
seemed like the kind of guy who loves to mark people up. I would feel my whole
body shake at the thought of having him inside me but the thought is so wrong
because I barely know him. Only a few weeks and he had me captivated in his
eyes. Soon all day and night, all I did was think about him like I’m doing
right now.
My love story may seem boring to you but I want you to know what kind of a
charmer he was. He was quite frank and didn’t have much filter but he was just
so mysterious and it made my experience with him even wilder. There was
something about his eyes which made me feel like there is this transparent wall
between us which he had strongly put up. I could see all of him but the real
him I couldn’t touch. It made me want to break the walls down and really look
at him.
Yoongi is very modern. I could definitely see the rich screaming whenever I see
him. Expensive brands, wallet full of cards and filled with cash. He is also
very kind and always insists on paying whenever we meet. I hate that I’m not
doing him justice but he had been sneaky and he excuses himself to go and pay
even before the cheque comes. He does things like these all the time. He is
trying so hard to impress me and when someone does so much for you; it’s hard
not to fall for him.
It’s not a huge surprise that midway through our second week of knowing each
other I had developed an unhealthy crush on him. His constant care and
attention towards me makes me feel like a king. He touches me in the gentlest
of ways and he always drops me at my home whenever we end our date.
We haven’t kissed but I know it’s coming soon because I have noticed the way he
keeps looking at my lips now. I can’t help but feels conscious and I lick my
lips in nervousness but it only causes Yoongi to gulp and look away. I really
like seeing him get flustered like this.
It was after one of these coffee dates that our relationship took a different
turn.
I have known Yoongi for three weeks now and he has suddenly become an important
part of my day. If I don’t wake up to see his message or sleep with this smiley
emoji’s then I can’t rest well. He has to be there and I want to see him at
least once during the day. I even walk out to his house in excuse of exploring
just so I could get a glimpse of him in his mask watering the plants or
listening to music by his lawn.
I know I’m being creepy and stalker like but being in japan, away from everyone
can feel very lonely and with what I have gone through, I really needed someone
to be by my side, someone who is strong and someone who can really be there so
whenever Yoongi gave me his huge gummy smile, I smiled back. He is just overall
a big sweetheart and I can’t imagine him causing me any harm. I like him. I
really fucking do and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore that smile.
I have been charmed and I was deep in thoughts of him. My heart was screaming
to confess but my mind was holding me back. We had a good friendship and if I
confessed, it would ruin everything. I wouldn’t be able to bear not having him
and I felt like I would go crazy without him. This kind of obsession…it’s not
healthy.
It was a cool Saturday night and we decided to eat at an Italian restaurant.
Our seating was in the balcony, lights decorating the walls and Yoongi glowed
in that light. He was so pretty and beautiful and even though those aren’t the
words generally used to describe men but that was the only thing I thought
about when I saw him.
It feels different tonight. He is being a little shy, he has this blush to his
pale skin which suits him so well and it causes my cheeks to turn rosy too. We
are just enjoying the summer breeze and having dinner and it feels like the
best time of my life. Spending time with Yoongi is something I enjoy a lot. I
didn’t think anything else can matter.
That night when he dropped me off, he walked closer than before. He brushed his
hands against mine a cope of times but didn’t hold them. We reached my
apartment and he leaned forward for a kiss and I’m contemplating. I’m thinking
too much and he hesitated thinking I don’t want it but I do. I crave for it so
much and Yoongi makes me happy and that’s all I thought about. I saw his smile
drop and he was about to pull away but then I pulled him by the collar and
kissed him.
It’s slow, full of insecurity, hesitation and passion but we still kiss for a
long time. I don’t want us to breakaway and neither does Yoongi so he pulls me
close. He rests his hands on my hips and I like the feel of that. He feels so
good. His lips are moving ever so gently and he doesn’t rush me.
It’s our first kiss and I didn’t know what to feel but my body did. I moved
even closer and put my arms around his neck as I slowly began to open my mouth.
I wanted to taste him so bad. I want to hear him grunt and moan and just the
thought made me feel hot and tingly.
Yoongi pulled away first and smiled at me while I was still in a daze. We were
both a little woozy from the kiss and I licked my lips letting his taste embed.
He could definitely feel my hesitation but he seemed to understand why.
“That was very nice. I liked that.”Yoongi said and I was happy. I was a little
nervous that my hesitation would have put him off.
“m-me too.”oh god…I stuttered and Yoongi just smiled at me.
“Well, I hope we can do this more.”Yoongi was hopeful and I didn’t see why he
shouldn’t be. We match so well. We would make a great couple.
“Possibly.” There…I gave him hope. I made him know that I have fallen for him.
This is such an indirect confession; it makes me feel like I’m burning up.
“Well, good night Taehyung-ah. Sleep well.”Yoongi said and began to walk back
to his apartment.
I saw him until he left my sight and turned around, feeling like the angels
were singing and like I was just the happiest man alive. Yoongi was such a
dream and he was actually interested in me. Such an interesting man found me
worth his time had me feeling really super special. He liked kissing me and I
loved it. Even though it was a little awkward and we didn’t really go all out
but it still made my heart race, still made me want to touch him more and made
me want to love.
His aura was unlike any other.
A few more days have passed and I’m still trying to figure my feelings out and
that’s why I’m a little delayed with my writing.
Every day is so different now that we kissed. We meet up, talk about stuff,
explore Tokyo and we try to steal kisses whenever possible. Yoongi is a little
mischievous and he tries his hardest to make me squeal in public.
One time we were in the train and he suddenly put his hand up my shirt. I was
paralyzed from fear but then he started to slowly caress my skin with the tips
of his fingers and I leaned into him, cheeks blushing, panting his name and my
cock half hard. I really liked his scent and his breathe against my neck had me
feeling some type of way. I scolded him after we got off of course but not
before I ran to the bathroom to jerk myself off.
As days passed, I grew more attached to him. Now I didn’t only want his lips on
my lips but I want them on my neck too. I want him to slip his fingers up my
shirt to caress my nipples, want him to go down on me and suck me until I can’t
speak and all night long my thoughts are filled with dirty pornographic images.
No amount of jerking off is helping and I’m scared. I’m really fucking scared
because of my complete change in behavior and personality. I wasn’t this greedy
before, wasn’t this lustful towards a person and it’s so fucking horrific to
think that one man had done this.
It made me feel so fucking bad that the next I saw Yoongi, I couldn’t smile
happily. It made me only think about how I wished he would fuck me and that
would make me feel like I’m committing a sin already. I didn’t want to seem
like such a whore but Yoongi was making me feel this way.
I have taken a lot of time to think about Yoongi and myself. He is a good man
and he cares for me dearly and he is the reason why I smile but I’m a writer.
It’s my life, my passion and something I will never be able to let go of. I can
already see how much Yoongi and this relationship is influencing my chapters. I
barely reach my deadline, I would rather chat with him late at night instead of
writing and it kind of pisses me off. I’m angry at myself for being so
irrational.
The time had come for my heart to shut up and now my brain had taken over. Now
I’m seeing the rational parts of things. What I’m thinking of as love is very
similar to infatuation too. I’m not completely letting go of the idea of being
with Yoongi but when I think about it, my work can take up huge chunks out of
my life and Yoongi is an traveler which I’m sure would make him unavailable a
lot of times too. We met when we were both in a relatively free and joyous time
and place.
Japan is a place which Yoongi had visited multiple times and my only work here
is to write but back home I have so much shit to do; I’m not just a boy in
Korea. I’m a celebrity and I live a totally different life there. Once my book
is done, i have to go back, edit this book, go on my first book tour, start
looking for other sponsors so that I can start a new book and I won’t be able
to be there for Yoongi even if he is.
I know how I am, I will still prefer my work over him because this writing and
passion is in my blood and I can’t stop myself.
There was no way we could date, no way would we be able to maintain a
relationship let alone think about marriage. How would we even be able to live
and act like normal lovers when we are so busy? Yoongi would have to find a job
and he would have to give up on his world tour because I can’t let go of my
wiring and I can’t do that if I’m travelling with him. I am short tempered
person and the fights are bound to come sooner or later, that’s what I have
learned from all my relationships. It’s not going to go well. Any scenario I
think about ends in disaster and all I can think of is the both of us crying
and feeling awful. It’s better to cut things off before they get out of hand. I
know I’m being selfish and a total bitch but dating Yoongi is just going to end
badly even though he means such to me. I didn’t see any other reason, didn’t
care about his feelings at all. I just wanted to be brave and strong once again
I guess. I wanted to show that I was not weak in love, that it was only lust
but when Yoongi called me on another date, I said yes.
I was sitting in the coffee shop; fidgeting and I couldn’t calm my nerves.
Yoongi is a bit late and it’s unusual but I try not to think of it much. I
order a coffee for him and I was revising the words I would tell him. I wanted
to say that we can’t be together anymore but I already felt tears in my eyes
when I thought about it.
The door to the café opened and I looked up to see Yoongi coming in with a
flower bouquet in his hand. He was smiling so wide and he looked stunning as
always and I found my strong heart wavering.
He leaned down to kiss my cheeks and said “hey babe.”
Babe….never thought I would have a nickname and it sounds so good coming out of
his mouth. I wished I could be his babe forever but it just can’t happen.
I don’t let him talk much. He is sipping his coffee when I blurt out everything
I have been thinking about from liking him to my concerns about our future. I
sound stupid even to myself, like a whiny child but I did it. I told him
everything and he clutched the flowers closer to his chest. He was so shocked,
his eyes were wide and maybe a little teary but I can’t look at him. I’m crying
myself. I hate that I had to cut of my ties with him but I did it. I was
supposed to prove that I’m strong by letting him but it was one of the most
cowardly things I had done. I told him and now we don’t know what to do. We are
still seated in the crowded café, being ignored by the world while our life is
being destroyed.
Yoongi is calm for a really long time. He doesn’t speak and he slowly sets the
flowers down on the table. I finally dare a glance at him and curse myself when
I see his glassy eyes. He looks so vulnerable right now. I hate myself for
doing this to him.
“Can I at least drop you home?”his voice is so thick and heavy. He is
definitely going to cry. This was the worst.
“Yoongi please I…”I have to protest. I can’t let him come. I can’t because i
won’t be able to hold my tears and I would want to hug him if he doesn’t kiss
me by my door.
“This one time, Tae. Just this once. ”he was looking into my eyes. I can’t say
no. I just can’t say no. I hate that I can’t say no. I fucking want him to come
with me and drop me off.
                                   Chapter 7
When we reached the door to my apartment, I was still in quiet a daze. I didn’t
think that my apartment was so near and wished that maybe we should have gone
to a faraway café. I didn’t know I wanted to spend a lot more time with him. He
was so confusing, he had me all messed up. I had never wavered in my decisions
bts now he makes me want to stay, makes me need and crave for him.
We had walked in silence and Yoongi had painfully kept his distance. He seemed
deep in thoughts too and it made my heart race. I don’t like this feeling and
it felt like the silence is choking me. We haven’t been together long but he
had such a strong and powerful influence on me, its baffling. I never knew I
could get so confused about my own decisions. By the time we had reached my
door, I was already reconsidering my options.
I open my apartment door hesitantly, purposefully delaying the action by trying
to look for the key and when I got it open, I waited by the door. He is
watching and I just can’t look back. I’m too afraid of falling deeper in love.
I know I will look at him and lose myself. It’s like he has this unbreakable
hold on me which keeps pulling me deeper into this toxic love of his. I don’t
want to leave anymore but I find myself already stepping inside.
I turn to leave, promising to myself that I will never look back but Yoongi had
other plans. He didn’t want to let go of me at all, he had no intention of
doing so. He caught my wrist, his grip firm and my eyes go wide when I look at
him. It isn’t him, this isn’t the sweet Yoongi I know, this is a man crazy in
love and he isn’t going to let his love leave. Deep inside me, I didn’t want
him to let me go either.
He pushed me into the apartment and locked the door behind us with much ease.
He kissed me hard, letting our lips clash and it’s so dangerously rough. The
gentle Yoongi I always see is long gone and even though I protest and pull
away, he is fierce. He pinned my hands above my head as he continued to kiss
me.
Rough, violent, fierce, angry and so full of emotion. That’s how I would
describe this Yoongi. He was flooding me with all these emotions and feelings
and i was so gone beyond that I couldn’t read him anymore, too lost in the
pleasure he was pulling my soul into. He felt good…so fucking good against me.
The kind of passion and lust we shared is like none other. My body was made for
Yoongi. Whenever he touches me, tis like my body knows who it belongs to and it
responds accordingly. I was so conflicted between my heart and mind that I
didn’t know that my body and ultimately my everything could only belong to
Yoongi.
Yoongi looked at me, his eyes wild and oh so hot. He wants to do so much, he
wants to devour me, I know I could feel it and unknowingly I complied to it
all. He turned me around and shoved me against the wall again. He leaned
closer, his hot breath against the skin of my neck, right near the pulse. I
shivered as his body pressed against mine. His scent was everywhere and I
didn’t know what I should do with myself.
His hands gripped my hips tightly as he wedged his leg between my spread ones.
He started rubbed his leg against my ass, his fingers digging into my hips and
I whined at his touch, slowly losing my strength to stand still. He stuck out
his hot tongue, licking a long wet stripe down my neck and I cried in pleasure.
I was so fucking turned on.
I told him we shouldn’t see each other, told him that we should end this before
it got out hand and did you know what he did to me that day?
He fucked me and I fucking enjoyed it.
Having sex with Yoongi was the best sex I ever had. It wasn’t an exaggeration.
Our bodies were undeniably compatible and that mixed with the feelings we
harbored for each other, everything just felt like a dream or like a high I
never want to come down from. Even the way he stripped me off felt like art. He
was gentle in dealing with the fabric but rough when dealing with my skin. He
left his nail marks all over me, red lines forming wherever he touched.
He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs to settle between them and then
taking my leaking length into his mouth, sucking so torturously slow and
touching me, feeling my skin crawl and he knew what he was doing. The bloody
fucker was so good at it; he made me cum in a matter of minutes. It was mind
blowing the way his thick long fingers worked me open, slick fingers moving
deep and deep until I felt like I would get addicted to the feel of his fingers
inside me.
He wanted me to get addicted. He was so cruel and yet so sweet at the same
time. He amazed me no matter what he did. I was unable to study him anymore.
He was thick and hard and so incredibly hot when he pushed himself deep in me.
I was so breathless, my lips parted open to let out praises but he had snatched
the words away form even a writer like me. He pushed me into the mattress,
pressing himself into me until he couldn’t anymore and I was losing my mind. He
felt so fucking good.
He knew exactly what to do, knew how to make a man scream like a bitch in heat.
I was panting and moaning as I held onto the headboard. He was pounding into me
deliciously, his grunts and moans covered by my own. He knew how to rile me up,
somehow knew that I liked getting my nipples bitten and knew that I liked
having my thighs caressed as he fucked me. He knew how to tease me so that I
would beg and when he rewarded me, the pleasure was so much more than I could
imagine.
He had bitten me all over, left his marks like he doesn’t only want the world
but also for me to see what I am to him. he wanted to show me how it’s like to
be with him, wanted to show me how euphoric I would feel when I would have my
arms wrapped around him as I rode him. 
He was such an intelligent man because it was like he knew where to strike to
get me on my knees. He made sure that when I would feel him cum in me, I would
lose my mind. He was such an expert in me. I couldn’t study him but he had had
already red everything about me.
During our night together, he would stare at me; look me with eyes which seemed
to be drawing my image in his head. He didn’t want to forget me; he loved me
too much for that. He was being unfair, trying to excite me and making me wish
for him and his body when I had just decided to break things with him a couple
of hours ago.
He was just so cruel but he knows how to make a point and in the end when he
let me go, I’m panting under him, head fuzzy from what happened and completely
speechless.
He watched for quote sometime, it was like he stopped to confirm our stays. He
wanted to know if he should leave or stay. After what he did to me, there was
no way I could ever let him go.
This time it was me who kissed him first, lacing it with much passion and love
that it even amazed me. I like Yoongi’s lips. They had roamed my whole body and
bit onto every single patch of skin he could find and I still can’t get enough.
He slips his tongue into my mouth, this horny bastard as he slowly rocks his
hips. He isn’t sated yet, he wants more and that makes me want more. So I open
my legs for his hard cock and let him fuck me good.
The noises I make, I have never made them before. It feels just that good. He
keeps getting better, keeps finding my spot, keeps abusing it until I cum hard
all over myself. He touches me like he had wanted to do it for a long time. It
doesn’t feel like we have only known each other for a few weeks, it’s like he
had known me for ages. It makes me think that maybe we were meant to be, maybe
we were lovers in pour past lives…makes me think irrationally. He makes me
believe in soulmates.
He licks my hardened nipples and I mewl pulling him close. He makes electricity
to run through my body. I like it when he is pushing me into the mattress,
fucking me hard until I become a moaning mess. He likes to see me get so
vulnerable.
I’m turned on all fours, like a fucking dog and while he fucks me from behind,
I beg for more. I ask him to go deeper, harder and he follows so well. He pulls
on my hair, makes me keen and before I know it, I’m cumming all over the
sheets. My entire body shakes in pleasure, he keeps pushing me past my limit,
makes me cum even when I didn’t think I could. I came to know that night that
Min Yoongi is an expert on Kim Taehyung. 
Its morning but that doesn’t stop us. A little water break and then we are at
it again like animals. Every single time he touches me it’s different somehow.
It’s like a whole new person is touching me and I’m so confused because I love
each new touch just as equally as the last. It took me only a night to get
addicting to this man and I never knew that I could get so weak to a man’s
scent and his arms. His grips were just so right and his lips were placed in
the right spots.
Yoongi made me beg…he definitely gets to date me.
It’s almost evening when I’m getting up from my sleep. Doing it for such a long
periods of time after so fucking long had me very tried. I’m exhausted but I’m
just so satisfied and refreshed. I have been feeling so filthy and dirty ever
since that killer touched that I didn’t even touch myself. I felt too disgusted
to touch my body but Yoongi kissed me, he touched me and he told me how much he
loved my body. It does make the fears go away but it is comforting to know I’m
desired.
I try to sit up but my arms give out almost instantly and I fall on the bed
again. I have a dull ache all through my body and I smile because it’s a whole
new experience for me and it’s so damn exciting. I have never felt such a sweet
pain after sex. It’s absolutely delightful. I blush when I think about what
happened and the memories are so vivid, so intense that they are imprinted in
my mind. I won’t be able to forget the night even if I wanted to.
I’m lost in thoughts when the door opens and Yoongi came in, all dressed up and
ready to leave. I frowned when I saw the guilt on his face.
“I…Taehyung-ah…I’m sorry. I know what we did last night was something that you
had wanted to avoid. I’m so sorry that I lost control over myself. I’m
generally not like that at all.”Yoongi’s didn’t even look at me. His eyes were
downcast, head lowered as if he couldn’t see whatever he did to me last night.
“I just have…there was something else that took over me last night and I didn’t
want to lose you. As unbelievable and cheesy as it may sound, I have deeply
fallen for you. I don’t know how people in love act like but I know that I’m so
close to losing my mind if I can’t have you.”Yoongi’s words hurt me. They make
me angry because he is confusing me again. How could he say something so sweet?
“I understand what you were trying to tell and so I have decided to leave and
never come back. I’m just going to go and never show you my face again.”Yoongi
turned around, he was leaving. He closed the door to my room and I gathered
myself just in the last moment to run after him.
“Wait!”I stop him right in the middle of my hall. I’m covered in his marks, my
love for him is still glowing in me and he wants to leave? I can’t have that.
I moved closer to him, only a blanket wrapped around my otherwise naked body
and my hair still a mess but I didn’t care. I couldn’t lose him now. I started
to tear up at the thought of his leave, of ever seeing again and it hurts. I
don’t want him to go.
I grabbed onto his leather jacket as he watched me. His scent was so good, it
felt like home for some reason, I moved even closer and then looked at him to
ask “You…how dare you decide things on your own? How dare you play with my
heart like this and show me how wild your passion is and just leave me?”
“Tae…”when he calls me like that, I take delight in my name.
“Please…please Yoongi…just stay will you? We…i…I know its going to be difficult
but I think we can make this work. Don’t you want to be with me?”it’s such a
pathetic plea, I’m shaking, tears are rolling down my cheeks and even though it
was me who thought of pushing him away, I’m begging him to stay now. I just
hoped that he feels the same way.
“Taehyung-ah, of course I want to be with you. I…I can’t even imagine a life
outside of you.”Yoongi said and he was so honest, so convincing and I accepted
him with my eyes closed.
When I hugged him, I knew this was the same Yoongi I had met all those weeks
ago, I knew he would take care of me, be the perfect boyfriend. I trust him
more than my life. I didn’t have to know anything, I just believed in our love
which I know is the only real thing in my life.
                                   Chapter 8
Yoongi and have been dating for almost 5 months now. Time flew by so fast, you
have no clue. In the blink of an eye the days have changed and our bond had
grown so much stronger. Love makes even months feel like days. There had been
so many times when I would look at the calendar and realize that i have missed
out on the deadline or just have gone without doing anything for the month.
Seasons have changed; I moved houses and am now staying at Yoongi’s place. His
place is much bigger and cozier than my old one and even though it was sad to
leave my old apartment behind, I was rather excited to move into my new one
with Yoongi. It also kind of became the reason for my delayed chapters and
Hyuna was losing all her patience with me because I don’t spend all that much
time writing anymore. 
I have written over the past months, many times but I always delete it, not
finding the right inspiration anymore. Suddenly most of the things I do with
Yoongi seem so personal and I don’t want to reveal it all and i find myself
deleting paragraphs after paragraphs of things we talked with each other about.
I still write about japan but it doesn’t seem like that’s what you would want
to know. I’m happy though and for someone who had been through so much, being
happy is all it takes to feel like his life is completed.
Work had always been my priority but priorities change and I have found
something which makes me happier than writing. I found that happiness in Yoongi
and I don’t regret even a single bit of it. He showers me with love every
single day from morning kisses to the smile on my nose to relaxing outings. I
know I have work to do but I would still find myself sitting on Yoongi’s couch,
drinking hot chocolate as we prepare to watch a horror movie. It’s mostly those
serial killer ones which I know Yoongi will be too invested in while I would
just enjoy his presence and doze off or if I’m lucky, I will get laid.
Dating Yoongi has been so romantic. He is just such a gentleman and such a cute
guy. He is so willing and he does everything to make me smile. I enjoy his
company a lot.
I relish in our little walks in the park, the way Yoongi is looking at me
whenever he thinks I don’t know, the way he sings songs along with me, how he
got so worried about me when I got sick… my sweet little boyfriend was so
scared that day. Just everything about him makes me happy. He makes me feel
like maybe marriage won’t be so bad but that’s still a faraway thought for me.
I still have so much to live for. We have a lot more to experience before
marriage and kids.
He gives me the kind of gaiety that it almost feels surreal. Yes, my fans and
my work do make me happy but it also makes me go insane. There has always been
a downside to things when it’s with work but with Yoongi, I felt like even if
had downsides, I could face them all. He always lends me a listening ear; lets
me cry to him whenever I miss my parents or my grandmother who left me alone in
this cruel world, lets me blabber about the overpriced meal we just had. He is
perfect.
He is always there for me and that’s what makes me want hold onto him even
tighter. My year in japan is almost coming to an end and because Yoongi isn’t
particularly working, he stayed behind for me too. He helps me to write but I
wasn’t able to show him the real content because I don’t want him to know how
badly I fell for him. I should probably erase my entire 7th chapter because
it’s personal and very intimate but they were my thoughts, my words and I
didn’t want to be scared of my own words. I want to be able to write down my
thoughts and not feel like I should twist them for someone. Yoongi made me feel
those things, he had changed me and I want people to know how I experienced
love for the first time with him. Every action he did had pulled me to him and
that’s why we are how we are.
Because I hadn’t been doing much writing the past couple of months, I have
resorted to speaking. It’s much easier, yeah but that’s only because the person
I talk to is Yoongi. I don’t think I will be able to speak as much when I’m
with others. I talk so much about things now and Yoongi is suddenly the quiet
one. He doesn’t talk much but rather listens. He takes in my each word and
replies with much wisdom only when needed.
He thinks a lot too. He observes me and sometimes his eyes feel overbearing but
I know he is a man of many thoughts. He always seems like he is planning
something, even when he is grocery shopping. He is very meticulous and rather
organized compared to my slightly messy self. I have seen him talk for hours
and I have also seen him not speak a single word for the whole day.
He is just so peculiar like that. It always makes me wonder and think what goes
on in his mind. I have long given up on trying to study him because it’s kind
of like his personality changed after we started dating. He has grown even more
mysterious as we spend more time which is weird because wasn’t it supposed to
be the other way around? I can tell that he knows me very well, like he had
studied me thoroughly and he knows how to respond to me, what to do when I’m
upset and he knows how to cheer me up. He does things which even I didn’t know
I liked.
He is careful around me, dealing with me with utmost delicacy and he handles me
like I’m made of glass. Every word he speaks feels so calculated and it seemed
like he had moved onto another phase of his life, like a stage 2 maybe. I just
think that maybe he hadn’t expected to be with me and doesn’t want me to leave
and that’s why he is so careful but I let him know that I love him whenever I
can. His passion in bed is still the same, he never ceases to blow my mind away
and I fall in love even more.
It’s a strange kind of feeling because I feel so exposed but Yoongi is covered
in even more layers. I peel one off and find just another tougher one inside.
At first I thought that we had a transparent wall between us, able to read and
study each other but  slowly that transparency is being replaced by fogginess
and I don’t know why but I feel like this transparent wall is going to become
solid one day and I won’t be able to look at him. The thought scares me and I
hold on a little tighter. I don’t want him to block me out, I don’t want I’m to
think that he can’t trust me.
He has trapped himself in this strange closet that’s inside his heart and he
just doesn’t want to come out. He has locked it up and he is too afraid to let
anyone in or go out and I think he has accepted to live with that. He thinks
that no one is going to reach that deep, that people won’t find him but I want
to and I know I’m getting closer. Sometimes when I talk to him, he refers to
someone else in him, like there is another personality sitting inside trying to
control him and I believe him because like him, everyone has different
personalities in them. I try to comfort him and he smiles but I don’t think he
believes that the personality in him is a part of him.
I snuggled closer to him and he puts his arm around my shoulder. I liked his
warmth. It relaxes me. He lets me coddle him to death and I absolutely love
giving him kisses on the cheek. It’s a delightful to see him get all blushy
when I do that. He is just too cute sometimes.
We travelled a lot during these 5 months. When Yoongi came to know about my
limited travels, he dragged to go touring with him in japan. Travelling with
him is like magic. He is so full of knowledge and he knows the language well.
He guided me so easily and we shopped until we had reached the credit card
limits. We went to various hotels and hot springs and I have so many pictures
in my photo album but all of them have Yoongi in his mask but this reminded me
how empty my photo albums really were. Yoongi had given me love and memories
and I had no doubt that he would continue to do so.
The movie started and almost 10 minutes into it, there was a sex scene. The
girl was groaning and the guy was touching her and even though straight porn
never did much for me, this night it got me hot. The girl’s high pitched voice
was completely different to mine.
When I moan, my voice is deep and gravelly and that mixed with Yoongi’s own
similar one makes the best music out there. I like it when we are loud during
sex, so wild, so hot and so out of control that we can’t hold down our voice. I
really like it when Yoongi compliments me when he is deep in me too. He likes
to say that I look pretty and he is strangely obsessed with my lips. He likes
to lick them, suck on them and then he bites on them until they bleed.
He is different during sex. It’s like when we have sex, his personality changes
again. Some nights he is so gentle and treats me like a king, only seeing for
my pleasure and on some nights, he is just ravenous. He doesn’t care where we
do it, sometimes he can’t even wait until we come in and just takes me at the
door and this is the Yoongi I secretly love the most. I like it when he gets
rough with me, love it when he ties me up to the bed and doesn’t let me cum
until he wishes me to. He doesn’t use any toys and frankly, I don’t think he
needs them. I won’t be able to handle it.
Yoongi is just so spectacular. He is the kind of man which I thank all the
heavens for. I couldn’t have gotten a better boyfriend.
I shift in my place, my cock thickening with pleasure. Yoongi has his fingers
in my hair; playing with them and I flinch when he touches my neck. He seemed
to have noticed that so he pulls away. He is such a fucking tease. He knows I
want it, he can feel it I know and yet he pretends and makes me want to go to
him. I used to be very hesitant at first but now, I have lost all shame when it
came to Min Yoongi.
I reached down to palm his cock. Its growing hard under my touch and it entices
me because whenever Yoongi gets this hard this fast, it means the night is
going to get wild. It means he is excited too but he had grown so much better
at hiding his emotions. He continued to watch the movie as I traced the outline
of his cock and rubbed against the tip. When I still couldn’t get him to look
at me, I bit on his shoulder which made him hiss in pain but I smiled at my
victory because now Yoongi finally looked at me.
His eyes were dark, filled with thirst for me and he grabbed my hair to pull me
into a nasty kiss. I moaned against his mouth loving the taste of coffee on his
lips. I pushed my hand inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his hot
length.
We continued to kiss as I pushed his sweatpants down so that I could jerk him
off easily. Yoongi moved to kiss my neck and I moaned, smiling at the feel of
those pouting lips against my neck. I was getting rather concupiscent and felt
Yoongi unbuttoning my shirt. I loved the idea of fucking on the couch. He
pushed my shirt down my shoulder’s giving me a bite there too as revenge and my
grip on his cock tightened at the pain.
He looked to me, smiling naughtily and then he stuck out that sinful tongue to
lick my lips. His hand gently caressed my hair and then he slowly guided my
head towards his crotch and said “you know what to do.”
And yes I did.
Giving Yoongi head was a difficult thing. I was never able to fully take him
into my mouth but I managed it because of my fingers. Yoongi was thick and long
and pleasuring him is tricky. He doesn’t get as much pleasure from the deed as
much as he gets it from the sight. He doesn’t only wants the person sucking him
to be good at it, he wants them to be pretty for him too, he wants them to
touch themselves and he gets high on the thought that sucking him off causes
the other to writhe in pleasure.
Lucky for him, he turns me on to no extent.
I believe that my good looks were made just for Yoongi. He likes to watch me
suck on the tip of his cock, likes to watch me taste the precum and lick his
shaft. He pushed my hairs back just so he could have a good view and I made
sure to give to him. I got so lewd because of him. I would moan, tell him how
much I desire his cock and he would smile at me, complimenting me with fucking
my mouth.
It’s one of those impatient nights so Yoongi cums sooner than usual. His cum is
familiar and I still enjoy the taste. He pulls me onto his lap and pulls my
shirt off of me, throwing it to the ground. I began to grind against him, my
cock so hard from only sucking him and I wasn’t even touched. He slid his hand
down my back, making me arch in pleasure and then he attacked my weak spots one
by one. Soon I’m shuddering and whimpering in his tight hold and he likes to
watch me like this. I pant and then lean down to kiss him.
“Let’s fuck. I want you in me.”I whispered against his ear and stating out my
thoughts always drives Yoongi crazy. Such an easily persuaded man sometimes.  
He patted my ass and then said “Go on in. I will be right behind you.”
I get off of him, a pout forming on my lips because I wanted to fuck right
there but I guess the couch can be a little uncomfortable. My legs tend to be a
little long for it. I saw Yoongi go to the kitchen and so I took my shirt and
made my way to our bedroom. My heart was pounding at the thought of what’s to
come and it caused my walk to have a skip to them.
I reached the bedroom and walked up to my bed. I switched on the lamp and my
smile immediately died and was replaced with fear when I saw bouquet of red
roses there, the same kind the killer would leave me with and then suddenly the
door closed. I turned to see a man dressed in all black, his face covered by a
mask and he had a knife to his hand. I tried to scream but he tackled me to the
ground and put his hand over my mouth just like the killer did. I struggled to
push him off of me and managed to scream for Yoongi.
Soon I heard Yoongi banging on the door asking for me to open the door but the
killer above me was so strong. I was able to shove him to the side and with
great difficulty I managed to move to the door but then a sharp pain shot
through me and I screamed. I saw that the killer had stabbed me right in the
abdomen. He let go off me immediately and I was able to open the door with
shaky hands. I fell to the ground when Yoongi barged in and saw the killer. He
ran to the killer but the man just jumped out the window, falling to his death
as the room we were in was on the 3rd floor.
I couldn’t understand much throughout the whole thing. The pain was so much but
Yoongi was there beside me, holding my hand throughout. Having him by my side
helped me a lot.
When I woke up, I didn’t even know how many days shave passed. Everything was a
little hazy and I felt disoriented. Yoongi came in soon enough, mask over his
face because of his allergy but he removed it juts to kiss me. Seeing him felt
good and kissing him made everything better.
I was in the hospital for some time and on my request, we didn’t call Hyuna or
anyone. I didn’t want to worry them and I knew they will make to come back to
Korea. The police had come and told that the killer who stabbed me was one of
the people they thought was missing.
He was the doctor whose license they had found and when I asked them how they
concluded that he was dead along with the other missing people too, they told
that the killer had some of his toes missing. They deduced that he had cut them
off and mixed it with the flesh of other victims to make the think that he is
dead when in reality he was the killer. They also told me that it must have
been the reason why they couldn’t find any match for the bite mark because they
had been searching all the living people’s profiles but the doctor was already
listed as deceased.
All of this was so much to take and to think that the man came back for me
caused me to shiver in place. I held onto Yoongi who asked the police to leave
and I could breathe a little because the killer was gone. He wasn’t going to
hurt me anymore. I was so scared when he showed up, I felt vulnerable and it
was like my whole world shook again. I never wanted to experience that again.
I’m glad that it had ended.
Yoongi had gone to get me lunch and some medicines one afternoon. I was still
in the hospital, much better than before but still weak. I was checking my
phone when the door opened and then a boy came running in. his eyes were wide
and he looked alert. He looked around just once before shoving a letter to my
hand and said “read it when you are alone.”
I frowned and was about to ask what it was about but the boy just ran away,
slamming the door shut. The nurse came and asked what happened but I just shook
my head, hiding the letter under the blanket. When she had left, I looked at
the letter which didn’t have any address or any stamp on it.
I opened the letter and was shocked to read what was written in it.
                                  Leave him.
                Leave Min Yoongi. He isn’t who you think he is.
                         Run away before he kills you.
 
                              Chapter 9 (drafts)
I came back just a few weeks ago. Spending my time at the hospital was pretty
boring and I have gotten sick and tried of the disinfectant smell there. Coming
back to Yoongi’s apartment was like heaven.  I spent most of the time on the
couch because going into the bedroom scared me. I didn’t want to stumble into
the room and see remnants of my blood on the carpet even though I know Yoongi
had it cleaned thoroughly.
I am having nightmares again. It’s fucking ridiculous how they all came back
again. I wake up screaming and trying to protect myself and Yoongi had to shake
me in order to get me to listen. I am always so stressed and whenever Yoongi
leaves the house, I’m always on edge.  It’s fucking annoying how I’m unable to
go back to be myself. This event had changed me completely. I just want to be
able to go back to being the way I was but even after that killer is dead, he
still haunts me.
Everything was getting a little too much but Yoongi tried his best to keep me
sane. He was my anchor and he let me know that i was safe. He would wait for me
to sleep every night and only then he would sleep. He had told me that I mumble
in my sleep, ask for help and I don’t like that I hurt him indirectly.
It’s a Friday evening and Yoongi had gone out. He said he would get the
groceries and asked me to rest up. My wounds had healed already but I still
take medicines and I have to go for some checkups. I am so bored and being in a
big place alone seems a little too suffocating. I decided to just go out by
myself.
I left Yoongi a note so that he wouldn’t worry about me as my phone had died. I
decided that a walk in the park would do me some good and nature is always
calming so I just went for it. Its already fall and the leaves are dying away,
the sky changes color quickly and almost everywhere I look, I see gold and red.
This is one of the most meaningful seasons according to me. It’s a season of
letting go and a time to prepare for something new and intense. It’s like a
warning sign the nature gives us which is so nice of her unlike life where
anything could happen at any point. One day you will be happy and smiling and
the next day you are finding out that a killer is obsessing over you.
I watch as a couple of children run across the road with their toys. I wonder
how my own children would be like. I would want them to grow up to experience
the world, I would want to be there for them and I would be extra careful of
myself because I want them to know both their parents. Yoongi is the only one
that comes to mind when I think about a husband. He would be perfect. He is so
much stronger than me, going through all of this all by himself and he takes
good care of me too. He single handedly dealt with me and he is just so
incredible at that.
Even though he has so many layers and his wall is fogging up I think I am ready
to spend the rest of my life uncovering them and growing closer to him. He is a
good man and he loves me. What else can a man want in a life partner? Wishing
for anything more would be selfish of me.
I sit down on one of the benches and watch the lake. Even the slightest wind
causes the leaves to break and fall on the calm water surface causing ripples.
It’s satisfying to watch somehow. I hear the birds chirping, kids laughing and
I close my eyes to let the environment sink in. The fresh air is good, I feel
nice and breeze is making me feel much relaxed. When I’m at home, the silence
drives me crazy so I enjoyed the slight change in the decibels.
“Taehyung….”I heard my name being called I opened my eyes to see Akane staring
at me.
“Oh, Akane! What are you doing here?”I asked siting up and I was actually
really glad to see her. I haven’t seen her or anyone from the apartment ever
since I moved out.
“I was just walking home. Do you have some time?”she asked carefully and I
nodded.
“Yes sure. Have a seat.”I scooted away so that she could sit.
“How are you doing, tae? I heard about what happened.”She said and the thought
made me feel angry at myself.
“It’s okay. I mean…Yoongi takes care of me and I’m a little stressed but
otherwise it’s all good.”I say cheerfully but it’s not true and I could tell
she wasn’t all that convinced.
“Have you been eating? You seem to have lost weight. Your chubby cheeks have
disappeared.”Akane said and pinched my cheeks and I was glad she had moved on
from the previous topic.
“Yeah, the medicines are a little strong.”I relied as I rubbed my reddening
cheeks.
“Oh no, you sound so dull too. I remember the first time you came in, you were
like a cheerful puppy!”she exclaimed, smiling happily and I smiled with her
too. I was a lot different when I came to japan.
“Well a lot has happened.”I said, my voice going small unknowingly.
“Yeah…I heard about that too. Never thought Mr. Akio would do that.”Akane said
looking to her shoes and I frowned at her.
“Mr. Akio?”I asked unfamiliar with that name.
“Yes, the doctor…he… I knew him. He lived a good life. He had a daughter whom
he loved a lot and his wife was pregnant with another child. Because of his
missing and the fake death news, she fell sick and they had to remove her
baby.”Akane informed me, still not looking to me and it just made my guts twist
in desolation.
“Oh god, that’s awful.”I’m barely able to reply and Akane hums beside me.
“She had been crying ever since they said that Mr. Akio was the killer. The
people around the house say that she hasn’t come out in weeks. She doesn’t even
let her daughter out.”Akane kept telling me and it was like seeing a whole new
side to my story.
“Jesus Christ!”I didn’t want to hear anymore. This was already getting too
much, it was making me sweat and I wanted to get away from this.
Akane remained silent for a while before she said “it’s really strange though.”
“What is?”I asked her; curious about what her thoughts are about this when I
should clearly not entertain her.
“I mean Mr. Akio was kind of a coward and he wasn’t a bad guy. For him to do
such a thing to you and to act like that….it’s almost a little too suspicious.
He chose to be a physician because he was scared of knives and surgeries in
general. And if he was being so clever then why come to your place when you
already have company?”Akane seemed to have been thinking about this a lot too.
It’s tragic that it had affected so many people.
“I don’t know why he did that, Akane but know that people all aren’t the same.
We can never know what they are really like on the inside and just hope for the
best. It was unfortunate that such a man snapped so badly.”I tried to settle
her thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking about a killer and things which don’t
concern her. These kind of things messes up people, she is better off without
such things in her life.
“Yes…it’s very sad.”She said but I knew she wouldn’t give up yet.
We sat there and I tried my best not to think about the killer’s family and his
child but I couldn’t help but imagine the horrors she must go through. Not only
is her father dead but mostly everyone around her would call her names and
bully her because of her father. He had cursed his entire family by doing what
he did.
“Anyways lets leave all this. I want to invite you to the Pink Ocean club. It’s
like the best place around and it’s very near too.”
“Um…no, Akane i…”
“Come on, Taehyung! You really need a break and you have to enjoy your youth in
clubs partying and not sitting in park benches like an old person. It will be
fun!”
“Umm…I don’t think Yoongi would allow me to come and….”
“Bring him too. It will be awesome. We all can have fun.”
“Really?”
“Of course! I will send you the details and we will go tomorrow okay. It will
be a Saturday night we will all remember.”Akane chirped nod I laughed at her.
She finally left, quite excited and I too got up to leave. I was turning around
the corner when i bumped into someone with a mask. For a second I thought it
was Yoongi but then I noticed that it was the same boy from before, this time
in a hoodie and he threw a letter on my lap before sprinting away. I called for
him but he didn’t stop, skipping the signal and running through heavy traffic
instead.
The letter had the same warning. To get away for Yoongi and that he is bad and
it was all non-sense. Someone was playing this stupid prank on me and so I
threw the letter in the dust bin. Nothing was going to make me think that my
Yoongi is bad.
Trying to convince Yoongi to come to the club wasn’t that hard. I used my
cutest voice and used up all my cute act to make him agree to come with me. He
was so reluctant to go but when I kissed him, he melted right away and agreed
to come giving me the excuse that he has to come to keep me safe. He was such a
cute boyfriend, I loved him a lot.
The club was pretty wild in my opinion but I guessed it was because it was a
Saturday. The place was crowded with people, strobe lights everywhere, people
dancing to loud music and the drink section was flooded. I haven’t been to such
a club in japan yet and seeing it made me want to let go too. Akane was a
little late so I decided to drag Yoongi to the dance floor with me and Yoongi
slipped his hands on my hips as we danced to the music. I wished Yoongi would
take off his mask but clubs must bother him too so he just had it on. I didn’t
mind though because his eyes are more than enough for me. His hands move down
to my ass, giving them a tight squeeze which cause me to yelp and to lean
against him laughing.
The music was very powerful and being with Yoongi of all people made it the
best kind of feeling. I felt my phone buzzing and I saw that Akane had messaged
me that she is at the bar. We moved out of the dance floor, pushing through
people and I found her on an empty table with a reserved sign on it. I didn’t
know you could do that in such flooded clubs. We sat down and I was already
sweating for dancing too much.
“Had fun?”Akane asked as Yoongi pulled out the chair so I could sit.
“Yes! This place is awesome!”I declared with a huge smile.
“I know. I’m glad you liked it.”Akane said and then her eyes fell to Yoongi who
didn’t speak much at all.
“Oh I didn’t even introduce you guys, right? Akane, this is my boyfriend and my
sweet sweet baby Yoongi and Yoongi she is Akane. She used to be my neighbor
when I used to stay in the other apartment.”I saw them shake their hands and
Akane kept eyeing Yoongi. I guess he see d a little creepy with his mask on.
“Nice to meet you.”she said and Yoongi only nodded in return.
“Shall we order some drinks?”Akane asked and I was totally down for it.
“Yes, I want to get drunk tonight!”I really wanted to get drunk, feel the music
run through me and just let go for the day.
“Please don’t overwork yourself baby.”Yoongi said as he patted my thighs.
“Just this once and anyways you will be there to take me home, right?”I said
and winked at him, trying to woo him into letting me get drunk.
“I guess….”He said in defeat.
“Let him go, Yoongi.”Akane said suddenly, her voice all serious and almost
commanding and she was looking right at Yoongi with an intense expression.
Yoongi looked to her and frowned, I did too.
Akane’s expression softened and she said “I mean he had been stressed. He can
get drunk.”
I nodded and then the next song began to play and there were new dancing lights
on the other side of the room. The neon lights were looking so pretty and it
made the drinks change into different colors.
“Oh! The lights there are so pretty.”I exclaimed and moved to the ledge there
to see the light when I hear a loud shriek.
I immediately turned around and saw Akane convulsing on the floor, her eyes
rolled back and Yoongi was beside her shaking her and he yelled “Someone call
the ambulance!”
I ran to Akane and her body was turning cold and I wasn’t able to do anything.
I heard someone call for ambulance and I saw Yoongi lift her up in his arms and
we made our way to the door but by the time the ambulance had arrived, she had
stopped shaking. When I checked for her pulse, I couldn’t find it and she
wasn’t breathing. She died right in front of my eyes.
After that it was the same routine again like how it was when my parents died.
Officer after officer came to ask me questions and none of them told us
anything. Yoongi was questioned too but he was released much sooner because he
didn’t really know Akane.
Finally one officer was in enough to let Yoongi to stay with me and he stayed
around for some time so I asked “How the hell did it happen? She was doing just
fine and…”
“It seems like a neurotoxin was injected into her. It was quite a large dose
and that’s why she passed away pretty quickly.”The officer said I thought he
was joking for a second.
“Who would do such a thing?”I wondered and the officer sat down sighing. He
seems to be confused from all this too.
“We have closed down the bar and an investigation had started. We are
inspecting the drinks and the employees there.”he said and I didn’t know if
that would be enough. They need to search her college too. They should do
whatever they can to help find the asshole who killed her.
“You sure she doesn’t have any enemies?”the officer asked and I shook my head.
“No sir. She was a sweet girl. She would never do anything…I just…I don’t know
how someone could do that to her.”It was true. I really didn’t see her harm
anyone. She was the quiet type but people are different and I wasn’t able to
figure her out that much. She could be living a completely different life than
what she showed us.
“Well, if anything happens, please inform us.”the officer said and then handed
me his card. After another two hours, we were released and we went back home.
Everything still feels like a dream. She was just so happy and talking to me
and worrying about me the other day and now she is just dead, gone from this
world. It made me feel sick at the though. I couldn’t understand why death kept
following me around like this.
I was cleaning one of Yoongi’s cups when I got so lost in thought that it
slipped from my hand and broke into pieces. I was lucky not to get hurt from it
but Yoongi’s cup was shattered. I tried to reach for it but Yoongi stopped me.
He sat on the couch and said “Hey there baby, come here.”
When he called me so lovingly, I almost ran to sit beside him. I sat on his lap
and hugged him while he gently patted my back.
“I still can’t believe that she is gone.”I said and he hummed in agreement.
“I know. It’s like the world just wants to keep making you sad. I hate
that.”Yoongi placed a kiss on my neck.
I began to think and I’m stupid for thinking this but I just had to ask Yoongi
about Akane. He was the only one there and she seemed a little cautious around
him. I need to ask if he hid something.
“Yoongi, did you really not see anything that day?”I asked him slightly pulling
away so I could see him.
“What?”Yoongi seemed lost.
“I mean…that day only you were there with her and….”I tried not to sound like I
was blaming him or something but Yoongi got offended nevertheless.
“Are you accusing me of killing her? Tae, I don’t even know the girl, why would
I want to do that and I didn’t do anything. You were gone for only like a few
seconds.”Yoongi had a point. I was stupid for thinking he had anything to do
with it. I feel awful for even thinking that.
“No…I’m not accusing you. It’s that I wanted to know if she was having some
kind of trouble or maybe she seemed upset or something.”I tried to protect
myself, protect our relationship before Yoongi could even think of anything
else.
“She was perfectly alright and then suddenly she fell to the floor. I didn’t
know what happened either.”Yoongi said again, his hand on my hip and he didn’t
sound that angry now which I was glad about.
“Hmm…okay.”I said and played with his shirt buttons. The fact that Akane died
so mysteriously still made me feel s stressed out. I wanted to find out what
happened because people don’t just die like that. She was innocent.
“Come on, let’s go inside and let me help you get your mind off of these
things.”Yoongi said as he kissed my collarbone and I was a little hesitant at
first but when he started to eagerly suck on my neck and reached down to touch
my cock, I breathed out a  moan and he found his opening.
That night Yoongi made me forget about everything like he always does. His
touch, his presence, his scent…once you smell it, you get addicted. He is like
a drug that I know is bad for me but I still obsess over it. I can’t stay away
from him. I whimper when he moves in me, he is eager, he wants to impress me
and I’m more than open to anything with him. I’m panting against him, letting
the precum drip down the tip of my cock.
I won’t be able to ever get over him. He is all I need. He brings out the best
in me and I flip us around so that I can ride him. This position causes his
cock to push deeper, hitting my spot just the right way. I hardly ever touch
myself when I fuck him, I always cum just from his cock.
The next morning I’m sated. I watch Yoongi slowly breathing beside me, his
chest rising and falling and he seems so dead to the world. His lower lip is
jutted out and I lean closer to kiss him. He mumbles something and adjusts
himself before falling asleep again.
I finally get up, feeling really hungry. I needed to take my medicines and I
search for it everywhere but don’t find it. I frown because I knew Yoongi got
it. I ask him where he kept it and he just showed me to the pile of shirts he
has in his cupboard. He is asleep right away and so I search each and every
pocket to see for the medicine. After almost 6 shirts, I reach into one of them
and then I found it.
Its crumbled paper and I opened it and stilled when I saw that it was a
prescription letter from Dr. Akio. I stare at it, reading it over and over
again and it says that Dr. Akio had attended to Yoongi and in the end consulted
him to a psychiatrist.
I didn’t know what to do; I was just scared shitless at this piece of
information. Suddenly Yoongi came up behind me asking if I found the medicine
or not. In a state of panic I took the paper and stuffed it in my sweatpants
and told Yoongi that I didn’t know where the medicine was. Yoongi just took out
a shirt from inside and gave me the medicine. He ruffled my hair, giving me a
loving smile before going to the bathroom.
I didn’t know what I should do. That afternoon after Yoongi left for work, I
searched all his shirts again. In his old shirts I found a bunch of subway
tickets all from the station nearby to various places which are popular to be
places where students go to and some to shopping areas. There are tickets of
Yoongi traveling there at odd hours and when I searched for the school names, I
found that one of Yoongi traveled the most near the school where the missing
girl used to study.
This was a very far connection but it’s becoming difficult to believe that the
man I stay with really is the Yoongi I know. 
                              Chapter 10 (drafts)
Things are getting strange now. I think Yoongi isn’t what I thought for him to
be.
The doctors have said that the poison which was used on Akane was from a snake
which is a native of Mexico and that’s where Yoongi had last visited. It’s a
far far shot but I somehow feel like maybe Yoongi is involved. It was a little
too convenient. If he wanted to kill her, he could easily do it. He must have
slipped her the poison when I wasn’t there. The poisons’ effect is powerful and
it would kill Akane easily which meant Yoongi could escape without getting
caught. She wouldn’t be able to tell he is her killer.
Yoongi had never shown his face to anyone outside or at the apartment whenever
he is seen with me, nobody knows how he really looks like. He always insists to
keep the mask on even when we are indoors almost like he doesn’t want them to
know. This fucking ridiculous….
Am I going crazy? Why do I think of it like this? Yoongi would never do that.
He doesn’t have a reason to. The killer was dead, it was the doctor. This
matter should be closed but that prescription letter and the tickets had me
thinking strange thoughts. I don’t know why I’m being so paranoid. I’m unable
to look at him and not see a killer in him. When I think about it, it’s almost
looks like a perfect crime which he had committed but it’s a stupid stupid
thought. My Yoongi wouldn’t that. He isn’t a bad person.
I try to convince myself that every single day but Yoongi had changed. The wall
is fogging up and now I’m seeing a completely new Yoongi. This one, when he
smiles, it makes my blood run cold. His eyes are different and it’s like he has
done something great. I have never seen him like this before. He used to be so
quite but after Akane’s death he started to be cheerful. He hums while he
cooks, kisses me at odd times and it’s almost like the Yoongi I had seen the
past few months completely disappeared. This behavioral change and that
reference in the prescription for a psychiatrist caused me to worry immensely.
I don’t know what to do. Something is definitely wrong. Yoongi is out of the
house most of the times, he doesn’t even tell me where he goes, leaving early
and when I ask him, he just jokes that he is outside and that he will be home
soon. He always seems chirpier when he returns and it scares me to think that I
don’t know the reason why.
I have to write this down. I’m feeling very scared now. I was doing the laundry
and it had both of our clothes mixed in it. I was throwing each shirt carefully
into the washing machine when I felt something dried up on Yoongi’s black
shirt. I remembered that he had worn it out a few days ago and I tried to
scratch on the dried patch but it seemed very persistent. I put it under the
sink and now I’m losing my mind because I saw blood run down from the other
side. There was a patch of dried blood on his pocket and collar too. I can’t
believe this is happening. I don’t know whose blood is that. I’m terrified.
Yoongi isn’t letting me update my story much. He has me on tight lockdown. I’m
not allowed outside which is fucking frustrating but he asks me to stay home
and if I want to sneak out, I don’t know when he would return. Seeing the same
walls again and I’m starting to wonder if Yoongi ever got that high school girl
here.
I don’t know why I’m cleaning anymore. It only seems to get bad news but I
can’t help it. I’m searching the entire place for any kind of evidence but
there is hardly anything there or so I thought.
I was cleaning under the sofa with the vacuum cleaner. I bent down to let it go
deeper when I heard something getting stuck in it and so I stopped the vacuum
and checked what was stuck in the middle. There as a lot of dust and I was
ready to give up after seeing some trash but then I saw a shining bracelet
there. I pulled it out and cleaned the golden bracelet which had a series of
small stars and moons on it with the letter ‘M’ in the middle of it all. I
recognized that bracelet right away. It belonged to one of the missing boys who
as cut up by the killer too. I clearly remembered seeing it in the photos they
showed me of him.
I was baffled. I didn’t know why this was here in Yoongi’s house under his
couch. Tears started to roll down my cheeks as everything pointed to Yoongi
being the original killer. I don’t know if maybe Yoongi and the doctor worked
together but I know for sure now that Yoongi is definitely involved in this
mess. It only made me wonder how much he was involved in the attacks caused on
me.
Yoongi is getting so scary. He sneaks up on me, he is almost everywhere I go
and I’m going crazy with his constant presence. Wherever he is at home, he
doesn’t let me be alone, doesn’t let me write anything and I’m only writing
everything in bits. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do because if I tell the
police then they will take him away. I don’t want to lose him. Yoongi…oh god I
don’t know what the fuck to do!?
It’s happening. I’m losing my trust and love in Yoongi. He has changed so
fucking much. He isn’t the fucking same. He had been lying to me and now he is
showing me his true colors.
I was walking in the park, finally able to sneak out and I was lost in my
thoughts when he suddenly pulled me into the public restroom and tried to kiss
me. I told him I didn’t want to, his touch was disgusting me and when he saw my
resistance, he got rough with me. He gripped my neck tight, looked me in the
eyes before kissing me again. His palm was pressing against my throat and I
felt like I was going to choke.
When I tried to push him, he bent me over the sink and started to pull my pants
down. I tried to move from him but he pressed my head to the cold tile causing
my cheek to be squished against it. He didn’t even bother to open me, he just
entered me with the help of a little spit and as he panted against me, I could
tell that he was enjoying this a little too much. My pain was causing him
happiness. He was a fucking psycho!
When he was done, he tried to kiss me but I slapped him. He stared at for a
second before yelling, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”And then he left
angrily.
I apologized of course because seeing him angry isn’t something I’m that fond
of. Whenever he gets angry he isn’t himself. That rarely ever happens but it’s
an emotion I don’t want him to have, especially when I’m being to suspect that
he had a hand in killing people. The way he gets angry is a calm kind. He would
hurt you emotionally or psychologically instead of physically and that’s what
scares me. I don’t know what to think. This is creeping me out.
Now a days whenever he looks at me, I feel like a prey being watched by the
predator. He observes me so closely like he knows that I found out things about
him and it’s like he wants me to come and fall into his trap. I’m unable to
sleep because of him. I feel like I’m constantly in danger. That sense of
security he used to provide me is long gone. Now being in the same room as him
suffocates me, I can’t handle it anymore. I want to leave.
I saw him suddenly but I feel a little safer now. The boy who always asked me
to run away through those letters always stands outside the apartment. He is
always watching and it’s mostly when Yoongi isn’t home. If he is here to help
me then I can get out of here. The boy still wears his mask and hoodie is up
but with the amount of warning he had told me, I think he is the only one I can
trust right now.
I observe him every single day. He stands in different spots but it’s always
from where he can see the inside of the apartment.
Yoongi is gone for the day and so I decided to signal this boy to come and help
me. If I had some company then I would be able to run away with a little
courage and contact the police.
I wave desperately at him; he is watching in my direction. It’s late at night
but I’m sure he could see me. I try to use the flashlight on my phone but then
my phone died almost instantly. I called to the boy until he moved away from
there. I sighed in relief as I ran to the door, ready to leave.
I had put on my jacket and shoes and I listened to the footsteps near the
hallways. When I heard them getting closer, I opened the door and was about to
go out but the boy suddenly shoved me into the apartment and threw a package at
me before e closing the door for outside, locking me up. I banged on the door
multiple times but there seemed to be no response at all.
I turned to the thick package and I opened it hoping it will have some kind of
help. It consisted of a file and something else wrapped in black plastic. I
opened the files and then my eyes widened in fear when I saw pictures of Dr.
Akio, the school girl and the boy with the bracelet. There were also various
pictures of me some even belonging to the time I was I Korea.
I can’t believe that this is happening. The files have so much evidence and
there are pictures from security footages of when Yoongi himself went to kidnap
the missing people. There are letters and dried roses in the box too. The
letters all have Yoongi’s name in the end and they consist of rather horrible
things. He talks about how much he loves them, how much he wants to cut them up
and how he wants to…destroy them.
I’m crying because the man I loved is a fucking killer. He tortured me; he
manipulated me and played with my heart. He used me for his own pleasures. He
disgusts me.
I reach for the black plastic and slowly unwrap it and when I see what’s
inside, I gasped and threw that thing away. It was a knife; it was covered in
blood and even had pieces of flesh on it. It smelled so bad, like rotten flesh
and I ran to the bathroom to puke everything. I vomited everything I ate and
the tears just won’t stop. I cleaned myself and threw the tissue into the
dustbin but then my eyes landed on a prescription bottle there. They were
antipsychotics and prescribed for Yoongi.
I’m in danger. Yoongi is going to be home soon and I’m just so fucking scared.
He won’t let me get away. I don’t know if I can run away from him. I’m leaving
all the evidence in the shelf under the kitchen sink. Please please whoever
sees this please catch this man. Please put him behind bars. He doesn’t deserve
to do this. He betrayed me. I hate him with all my heart. I will try to escape
but I can’t be sure if I can. I’m going t-….
Chapter End Notes
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***** TAEHYUNG Pt. 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Yoongi's pov on his relationship with Taehyung.
Chapter Notes
     its gonna get confusing so i hope you will still enjoy it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
   Ever since we started to cruelly and ruthlessly murder people for his our
twisted enjoyment, we had grown very close with each other. We can almost
interpret what the other will do, what their next move will be and how they
would react but it wasn’t always like this.
   Oh, I’m sorry…have I confused you by saying ‘we’? You must be wondering if I
have other partners who help me commit murders but that isn’t the case.
   The ‘we’ and ‘others’ I talk about are the various personalities of Yoongi.
   Poor Yoongi had gone through a lot. He had a lot of emotional, mental and
psychological stress, to a level where it got too much, to a level which was
toxic so he broke into three pieces, four to be exact but the original Yoongi,
the one from whom we were made will never be able to make it back. That
personality is just gone.
   So, Yoongi has three personalities which work in him daily and each of them
will come out to respond to different situations. We protect him, take care of
him and make sure he leads a life which doesn’t get him into any more trouble
no matter what.
   Let me start by introducing myself.
   I’m Min Suga. I’m the normal personality if you can call me. I’m the
personality who has been telling you about every single experience Yoongi had
gone through. I’m the personality that is essential to Yoongi’s daily life. I’m
the rational one here, the one who has the ability to talk to people normally
without panicking, the ability to work in different environments, the one who
is the adult if you may say.
   I’m the personality that prevails in Yoongi for most part of the day. As the
real Yoongi is locked away, I had ultimately taken control in order to let
Yoongi survive. I’m stronger, clever and cunning and I am able to fool people
into thinking whatever I want them to think. I’m the part of Yoongi that had
protected him ever since he was a little boy.
   I had first appeared when Yoongi’s mother died. He couldn’t take that much
level of shock. He had seen his mother covered in blood, her screams were still
very clear in his head, the abuse he experienced for years together and then
his father’s death had finally been the breaking point. He was just a child
then and so his mind protected him and I came out to help Yoongi. I was calm,
collected and I was able to go to the phone and call and ambulance and the
police.
   I was the who pretended to cry when the police came, the one who cooked up a
story saying that it was all an accident, the reason why we were able to escape
jail. I protected Yoongi who refused to come out after what happened. I took
over eventually. It was easy to get tempted to do more, to take complete
control but I knew that if Yoongi willed it, I would be gone in a second.
   Nevertheless, no such thing happened so I continued to protect and pretend
to be Yoongi. I fought off against the bullies at the orphanage, I was the one
who threatened the nuns there to give me extra clothes and food or else I would
expose their collection of adult toys. I was already so clever and so
manipulative and I loved the power I had over everyone.
   People stopped approaching me eventually, understanding that it’s better to
not mess with me at all. In those times of loneliness, I would go to the roof
or to the lake nearby and talk to Yoongi. He was so fragile, too delicate for
this world which was still so cruel towards him. A small reminder of the trauma
and Yoongi could push into insanity and so I promised Yoongi that I would take
care until then and I did a wonderful job of it until we met Seokjin.
   Kim Seokjin bought out something else in Yoongi. Yoongi would sometimes
surface in order to look at Seokjin and I could see how he would act with
Seokjin, being all shy and happy and innocent. It wasn’t that long before I
came to know that it wasn’t Yoongi at all, it was another personality. Yoongi
had broken again.
   Love had always been a crucial and traumatizing part of Yoongi’s life. He
never received one. Neither from his parents nor from his friends and so he
craved for it so much more. It was the only thing he strived for. To be loved
by someone, to have someone make him happy but he was still very scared. Love
was such an dangerous thing, it had caused a lot of problems in the past and
Yoongi was hesitant of loving, of showing someone his vulnerable side so he hid
again and the personality which came out was  Sunsuhan (pure).
   Sunsuhan was a completely different personality. He was the most pure,
wonderful, innocent personality Yoongi had. He consisted of Yoongi’s innocence,
his hope and his humbleness. He was the one that believed in love, in having a
successful future but he was also very vulnerable. He wouldn’t notice how Jin
didn’t mean for them to become a couple. He only saw how Jin saw him as someone
special, only saw the love and believed that Jin was his destined one; that he
would be the one who could finally love him…love us.
   I was so surprised to see Yoongi make such a white and clean personality as
Sunsuhan. He was just so powerless and exposed all the times, so easily hurt
and would be on verge of tears if anyone raised their voice at him. He was
almost childlike and yet Yoongi had this personality to chase after love,
something that is so dangerous and dark. I didn’t even know this kind of light
was in Yoongi after everything that happened with is life.
   I saw the things Sunsuhan didn’t. I saw the way Jin would slip out of his
hold whenever he tried to press close, would see the way jin kept his distance,
saw how Sunsuhan’s face changed when Jin told him about the girl he liked.
   But Sunsuhan wasn’t powerful or clever and he misunderstood everything.
Thought that loving Jin would finally make Yoongi happy, that he would finally
come out of his shell but things didn’t go as we thought it did.
   When Jin told us about his girlfriend, something happened that none of us
had anticipated. The rage and anger and jealousy in Yoongi was way too
powerful, way too eager to come out and Yoongi broke once again and made the
last personality… Goemul (monster).
   At that point in time I didn’t know about him. Goemul was a completely
strong personality, so strong that he suppressed both me and Sunsuhan and did a
very horrible thing. He burned down the house of that girl who confessed to
Jin. I knew something was wrong when we had gone to the girl’s house, our feet
moving on their own. I only remember patches of everything that had happened.
   From breaking in to checking the rooms to throwing the gasoline….I thought
that the girl wasn’t in the house but Goemul took over just then and took
control. he had seen the girl sleeping in her room, had known she was there and
yet he set fire to the house and while the girl screamed for help through the
window, he enjoyed the view until he went back to sleep and let me take over. I
was the rational part and rationally after seeing the girl burn to death, I ran
away from there. I had to protect Yoongi at all costs.
   Both I and Sunsuhan were scared and worried. We knew something bad had taken
over, that this new personality was exposing Yoongi to danger. Sunsuhan was so
terrified by what happened but when Jin laid his head on our shoulders and
cried and told us that he didn’t want us to go and that he trusted us, Sunsuhan
didn’t care what the other personality had done. Sunsuhan wanted to be accepted
and be loved by Jin so much that he didn’t care if anything else happened. Jin
was with us now and so Sunsuhan soon forgave Goemul for what he did.
   Goemul was a very dark personality. He doesn’t surface very often and he
hadn’t even exposed himself to me and Sunsuhan then and i was sure Yoongi
didn’t know about him either. This personality was made up of all the darkness
and anger and furious emotion in Yoongi. He was the part of a human that
everyone is scared of accepting and now he had already taken a life.
   If i was saying things correctly, Goemul was born Yoongi way before I was.
If I was formed to protect Yoongi from all the abuse and stress he had then
Goemul was made to channel that stress and trauma into something
more...pleasurable, more sinister. He was born just moments before I was when
Yoongi had picked up the vase to hit his father in the head. In the 15 minutes
where Yoongi had spent in blankness after his parent’s death, I was formed.
   In all the years I had stored the stress away from Yoongi to protect him had
fueled Goemul to become stronger and with the formation of Sunsuhan, Goemul
grew even stronger. Anytime Sunsuhan would get frustrated by his approaches
being denied by Jin, that would fuel Goemul, anytime people would call us names
and hit us and try to overpower us, the anger would go to Goemul.
   These little small things fed Goemul’s personality, made him stronger and he
got his biggest source of anger and frustration and pure hatred when Jin
rejected us, when he showed his disgust about our love for him. That kind of
situation was too much to handle for both me and Sunsuhan so Goemul took in
charge.
   Goemul took out a huge chunk of Yoongi’s life that day. He followed after
Jin to that club; took the wrench to injure and kill many and then he also
ruthlessly killed Jin with that wrench, burying it in his head until his blood
covered brains had spilled. Neither I nor Sunsuhan had seen Jin die. Only
Goemul saw what he did until he finally dissolved back and allowed me
resurface.
   When I saw Jin’s blood and the dead bodies around me, I couldn’t breathe. I
felt nauseous when I saw Jin’s disfigured face and the way some of the dead
men’s bones could be seen. Before I could react I found Kai instructing and
hinting me on how I should dispose the bodies and I was clever then, I knew I
had to act in order to save Yoongi so I quickly burnt the bodies and the club
along with it and then I ran.
   I ran until I hid in a safe place, just waiting for the cops to come and
find me or put me in jail but then nothing happened. It was in that moment that
I realized that Kai had protected us, he protected Yoongi. I found myself
making my way to his hideout, I didn’t know why but I found my comfort in him,
found a family in kai. He helped Yoongi; he deserved our respect and our
loyalty.
 
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   I adjusted to my life with the other personalities. I started to enjoy
myself more, my concern for Yoongi dying just a little as the days passed by.
It was fun being me. To have such knowledge, such power to read people and to
manipulate them was just so much fun. I would watch some poor guy or girl get
so easily trapped by me and they would do anything I asked of. It was like they
were my very own puppets but it’s really not that hard to control a person. You
just need to know to push the right buttons and Voila! You have a person under
your thumb.
   Most of the people I would manipulate were people I wanted to fuck. It was a
great way to meet rich stuck up proud people and to get them to bed with me, to
watch them change their behavior, to watch them try to impress me; it was just
a lot more amusing than I had thought. It was fun to see their pride die, to
see them melt in my arms, for them to look at me and see a God in me. I love
this power I have.
   They were right, knowledge is power.
   I met a lot of people and sometimes Yoongi would find someone whom he liked
a bit more than normal. It was usually one night stands for me but when Yoongi
liked a person, all the personalities know that he likes this person. If things
go well then Sunsuhan would the one who dealt with the person we are dating. He
is what you call a romantic, he has this boy next door type of character and he
is just the biggest and the softest sweetheart. He is the good guy, someone who
looks at an old woman and helps her cross the road; someone who gets up from
his seat to offer it to a lady. 
   Sunsuhan and I grew up together. While I grew cleverer and started to learn
how to hack accounts, started learning about almost anything I could learn
about and started to work on my body, Sunsuhan turned from a jittery awkward
boy to a charming gentleman. He would bring flowers for the date, pull out the
chair for them whenever we would go out to eat and he would give them the
biggest most innocent smile which would make our date’s heart flutter. I could
see them falling for him so wonderfully.
   But when things would get a bit hotter, when the need to fuck was taking
over, Sunsuhan would let me take over. I was an expert in that area after all.
Pleasuring someone to the point of them losing their ability to speak, to watch
them pant under me while having a blissed out face and their eyes greedily
asking for more was that I enjoyed the most. Sex for a healthy growing teenage
boy was everything and it would only make our date fall deeper in love with us.
   We weren’t always true to our dates though. Our secret life about being
Kai’s right hand man was never exposed. It was that one thing Kai asked of us,
to keep him a secret and that’s what we did. Being such an important part of
such a powerful group like Blood 13 was thrilling. Goemul didn’t even have to
come out. I was the one who didn’t mind pulling out a tooth or two from the guy
who went against Kai and I definitely didn’t mind cutting off the hand of the
guy who insulted me. It was all me. I enjoyed watching them cry in pain. I
liked being in power and Kai liked giving me the power and soon I was the
nightmare people always feared. Other gang leaders didn’t even dare to look at
me.
   Sunsuhan and I were doing well together, helping Yoongi while still enjoying
ourselves but Goemul couldn’t be hidden forever. He would appear mostly during
my torture sessions. As Kai had many enemies, I had to torture all his enemies
and the little spies to gain information before killing them and I would try my
best to stay in limits, to not cross the line but it would happen so quickly,
Goemul would take over in a flash and that’s it, he would kill the person I’m
torturing in the cruelest way possible. Guts and blood everywhere, each time
more and more organs were cut out, more blood was spilled.
   It was fine till it was enemies, till it was asshole that went against us or
ratted us out but then Goemul’s violence poured into our personal life. He
started to kill our dates. Sometimes it would take him really long to come out,
a fight or a disagreement triggering it and sometimes it would be on the very
first date. One moment I’m flirting with a cute guy in the club and in the next
I find him all chopped up near the dumpster at the back of a restaurant and I
had to clean it all up, clean the evidence so it doesn’t lead back to us.
   Things got bad when we started having nightmares. We were all there;
Goemul’s face always a blur because he still hadn’t revealed himself to us. He
was still a mystery to both me and Sunsuhan then. In our nightmares all our
victims would come, they would haunt us. We started losing sleep; Yoongi began
growing weak and lost all color to him because he wouldn’t eat. It got to a
point where Sunsuhan wanted to kill himself, blaming himself for Jin’s death,
saying and screaming that we had to go to Jin.
   It was then that I sought Kai’s help and he bought us to a doctor, a
psychiatrist to be specific. We killed our first three doctors and Kai had
finally stopped. He understood that a victim was more helpful than a doctor so
he made me into this assassin. He helped me by letting Goemul deal with the
rage instantly instead of building it up. It helped to some extent, we did
become calm but Goemul was just too strong but as long as we killed
occasionally Goemul didn’t interrupt me or Sunsuhan. It was enough for us and
it was enough for kai.
   When Hoseok happened, I turned into an obsessive and cruel asshole. I wanted
him all to myself, I wanted to take advantage of him, to make him mine but
then…well you know what happened.
   Then I got therapy, and this time Kai sat with me just so I wouldn’t kill
the doctor. The doctor helped a little. The pills he gave, they were nice but I
was still there, I never left Yoongi and Yoongi never came out. It did nothing.
We only thought that it was working but I was growing stronger and so was
Sunsuhan and Goemul kind of calmed down during that time.
   Then Namjoon happened and I discovered the no amount of therapy and that no
amount of medicine would help. I had to have targets for Goemul to kill to keep
him happy; I have to help him so that we all can remain satisfied and calm. It
was during then that I turned cold and murderous.
   Then Taehyung happened and….I just went insane.
    
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   Taehyung was typing so rapidly that it almost seemed inhumane. He was in a
hurry, like he didn’t have any time and he really didn’t but he didn’t realize
that his time had just run out because I was already there. He wanted to let
the world know about me quick and soon but I didn’t understand what his hurry
was all about… we had only just started.
   He was sweating so much and I saw a single sweat drop glide down the nape of
his beautiful neck, sliding down the bite mark I gave him earlier that day and
then it disappeared under that collar of his shirt. He was so unnecessarily
attractive. He drove me insane…more than I already was.
   Taehyung’s breathing was a little erratic and he was nervous in his dark
room which would seem suffocating for some but I welcomed the darkness, it
heightened my sense, made me feel at home. He was trying to type all the
correct words, trying to make sense of what he was actually writing, trying to
show them a truth which isn’t what the world needs but I assumed the darkness
in the room was making his weakening eyes to not see properly as he kept
cursing and corrected the mismatched letters in his words. I had told him many
times to wear his glasses. He just never listens.
   He doesn’t notice that I’m home, doesn’t notice that I’m standing right by
the door, watching him as he tries to reveal everything about me with his
words. He wants to escape, I can tell. He felt betrayed, wants to leave me
behind because in that moment, I was the worst thing that could ever happened
to him.
   Maybe I should have told him that I was a psychopathic murderer who enjoys
torturing people for fun a little sooner than this but wasn’t it more fun this
way?
   It made my heart thrill when I wondered about the kind of expression
Taehyung would have if the police did catch me. I wondered if he would be
shocked or if he would shed tears or maybe he would be relieved and disgusted
at the same time. I unfortunately never had the chance to find out because
after so many years of doing what I did, police were the least of my concerns.
   I carefully moved inside the room but Taehyung’s back was to me so he
couldn’t see me. He doesn’t notice at all, such an ignorant sweet creature. My
eyes travelled from the top to his head to his neck and to his shaking
shoulders. I heard his silent cries, the way they seemed pained and hurt and
the room felt like it was on fire. I loved this more than anything; this moment
was a time where everything felt just perfectly right. I knew what would happen
in the next few moments, knew how Taehyung would act because I know him too
well.
   His white shirt was sticking deliciously to his body and I felt the urge to
reach out and touch him but I let him finish what he wanted to write. It’s
always more enjoyable when you make them think they have a chance. It makes the
experience even more fun because I know the words he so desperately wrote will
never be published, his affair with me will never be known. The amount of
information he knew about me was because I let him know about it, because I
wanted to see him react to it. It would have been so much easier if he would
have just succumbed to me. Resisting a guy like me never turned out good for
anyone.
   I moved even closer to him but he was so eager to write about me, so
immersed in his own writing that he didn’t even notice that I was leaning right
by his side and reading what he was typing. I had leant to be quiet, to be
almost invincible, it’s not that hard and so I took advantage of my abilities
to lean as close to him as I can. I could smell his scent, could smell the fear
in him and I heard him grunt in annoyance when he made yet another typo in his
writing. At this point I didn’t even know what the point of him trying was but
it was fun to watch him struggle until I read what he had written.
   The man I loved is a fucking killer.
   He disgusts me.
   I’m in danger.
   I’m just so fucking scared.
   Please catch his man.
   He betrayed me.
   I hate him with all my heart.
   I want to escape….
   Those weren’t very nice words. Sunsuhan was very hurt, he almost broke down
but Goemul and I helped him. We pushed him down; let him rest while we took
over.
   Goemul and I work together now, we are a great team. We always succeed and
Taehyung needed some serious punishment.
   Taehyung wrote all those things but then what about us? What about our
feelings? What about his betrayal towards us?
   Taehyung said that he loved me no matter what and even though I did so much
for him, he still hated me. He despised me. I thought he would understand. I
really thought he would finally accept us. All of us did. Taehyung was the only
one who was loved by us all, even Goemul wanted more and now to see him write
such cruel words towards us, towards Yoongi…it didn’t feel right. It was so
unfair. We were just as hurt.
   It was such a shame though. Taehyung really had a place in my heart but I
couldn’t let him escape. Not after what he had discovered. He had seen too
much, known much more than people know. He cannot be free.
   He was going to type so much more but I couldn’t let it happen. I had
reached my limit. His words had been echoing in my head again and again,
calling me a killer, downgrading me and acting all mighty like he had control
over me. I didn’t like that he thought he had the upper hand here. Even if it
was a false hope on Taehyung’s part, I never wanted him to feel he could
overpower me. I had worked too hard to show him that no matter what happens, he
will always be under my control.
   I moved back, taking a deep breath and then asked him “what are you writing
there, honey?”
   He screamed and jolted in his place in fear as he turned to see me. He
quickly shut the laptop and he tried to smile but his smile was so fake. I
could tell because I know how beautiful he looked like with his actual smile,
how his face brightened and how his eyes shone with love whenever he looked at
me but now all I see is a man who is scared for his life, a man who had nothing
but fear and anger towards me in his eyes.
   He looked even prettier with fear in his eyes though. Truly ethereal.
   “N-nothing, Yoongi. I was…just I was just filling in some forms and paying
off some bills.”Did he really think I would trust this lie? I think even he
wouldn’t believe this lie.
   Regardless, I let out a hum and asked curiously “Is that so?”
   “Yeah…”  Taehyung muttered and then began to violently wipe away at the
sweat he didn’t realize had collected all over him.
   I reached for his face causing him to flinch, something I never thought
would hurt me but I didn’t stop. I touched his forehead, wiping at the sweat
and asked “why are you sweating so much, baby?”
   “I’m…the room is…it’s a bit hot.”  Taehyung subtly moved his head so that my
hand wasn’t touching him anymore and he stood up and adjusted his clothes.
   “Indeed it is. Shall we move to the hall? I got you something to eat.”  I
said as I watched his nipples through his wet white shirt. I wanted to devour
him so bad.
   “Yes, let’s go.”  Taehyung smiled nervously so I gestured to the door and
said “after you.”
   He moved quickly, desperately needing to get out of my presence. I followed
after him and as I was leaving the room, I looked at his laptop once. I sighed
as I took out my phone and hacked into Taehyung’s laptop on my way to the hall.
It wasn’t even properly protected. It took me approximately 7 minutes and 38
seconds to corrupt his laptop and for his files to become unrecoverable.
   Maybe in another life, I would have admired Taehyung’s work, would have
loved to see his journey as he fell in love with a psycho killer, would love to
see him get a killer arrested but in this life, it wasn’t going to happen.
Taehyung had reached the end of the line.
   As we sat down to eat, Taehyung ate his food with much zeal. It was almost
weird to see him eat so eagerly, my only guess being that he ate more when he
was jittery. It was okay. He could eat his last meal as much as he wanted.
   As more time passed by, I forgot about everything. The TV was running, some
old cartoon playing and Taehyung tried his best to avoid my piercing gaze,
trying his best to make himself look normal but he wasn’t professional. He
showed emotions like any of my other victims would.
   I observed him and I just couldn’t decide what I wanted to do with him.
There were at least 9 different ways to kill him and get away with and then a
thousand more things that I could do to him before I killed him but what do I
do?
   I had already killed him in a million ways in my head ever since I first
laid my eyes on him so now everything just seemed confusing. I could do so
much, achieve so much but do I want to do that?
   Despite the fact that he hated me, despite the fact that our relationship
was based on lies, I loved Taehyung. We all loved him. We wanted to spend our
lives with him, wanted to be a part of something with him, wanted a family with
him. He was the only one who was ever able to make me feel this way.
   There was still a small part in us which wanted to let him go, which wanted
him to escape. A part of us wanted him alive because we loved him that much.
Taehyung was this wonderful thing that happened to us where for just a few
months we had forgotten everything. It felt nice to have someone love us so
unconditionally. He really went out of his way to make us happy. I appreciated
that.
   But as I said, maybe in another life it would have happened but in this
life…Taehyung needed to die.
   Taehyung had noticed the way I was looking at him and he started to sweat
again. It was almost as if I could heart his rapid heartbeat, could see how his
breathing becomes ragged. He was so scared of me. He knew something was wrong
and he looked like he could be anywhere else. I could understand why.
   I didn’t touch my dinner, didn’t bother eating because the thing I was about
to do would make me nauseous. I wished it could have gone any other way, wished
I could have been better but as seconds passed by, my will and love slowly
began to die and Goemul took over. He was the man for the job, he would do
things well. 
   I felt Goemul coming up but he did something which confused me. He didn’t
come out completely, he let me stay and participate as he committed the crime.
Usually I would back out but this time I got to watch and do things too. I
thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it but as I stood up to walk to Taehyung,
I wanted to see, wanted to experience the thrill.
   I leaned down to touch Taehyung’s cheek and cooed “Oh my poor tae, you look
like you are really nervous about something.”
   “No I’m not…I’m…just…it’s nothing like that.”  Taehyung was still in denial.
I almost felt pity for him.
   “You sure you don’t want to tell me what is making you so fidgety?”  I asked
and Taehyung shook his head quickly before replying “I’m fine. It’s just the
heat.”
   I watched him as he turned to watch the TV. I sighed and then went to sit
behind him, his back to my chest and he tensed for a second before relaxing in
my arms.
   “Is the food good?”  I asked as I rested my chin on his shoulder and he
nodded and said with a smile “Yes it is. I…I love it.”
   “Good boy. Eat up.”  I encouraged him as I spent a few seconds trying to
control the tears which were threatening to fall down my eyes. The shakiness in
Taehyung’s voice, the way he kept lying to me, the way he wasn’t mine anymore
felt bad. I knew Sunsuhan was very upset because the only reason we cried was
because of him but somehow this time, these tears were of my own.
   I nuzzled my nose in his neck and inhaled deeply before stating “Mm I miss
you.”
   Taehyung gave out an unimpressed nervous laugh and said “But I’m right
here…every single day. I don’t go out at all.”
   I press my lips against his long slender neck, kissing at the pulse point
and felt him squirm in my arms. I had wanted to cut this neck so many times.
   I reached around to unbutton his shirt and gently pulled his shirt down his
shoulder as I said “Yes but I miss you, the real you. It’s like we have been so
distant.”
   “Really? I don’t feel that way.”  Taehyung said and then his breath hitched
when I ran my tongue from his jaw to his neck to his shoulder tasting his skin
and loving his response to my tongue.
   “Why don’t you?”  I asked and I began to nibble at his neck and then pulled
his shirt down his other shoulder too.
   Taehyung didn’t reply, just set his bowl of food down and became submissive
like his body had been trained for.
   “Don’t you feel like things have changed between us? Don’t you think I have
changed?”  I asked as I bit the nape o his neck, his body shaking as he made
his hands into fists and leaned back to me. It was so interesting to see him
still submit to me despite what he knew about me.
   “N-No baby…I know you are still the same and you love me just as much.”
when he said those words, I could hear a little hope in them. He wished the
same as me, wished it wasn’t true, wished that what we had could continue but
it never could.
   I didn’t answer him, just pulled him close to me and then my hands roamed
over his chest, my fingers finding his hardened nipples and I rubbed them
delicately, hearing Taehyung’s whines and breathy gasps. I moved my one hand
down to his crotch where his cock was hardening and I used my other hand to
expertly wrap my fingers around his neck. He didn’t even pull back or push me
away; he let me do as I wished.
   I unzipped his pants and then pulled his underwear down so that I could
stroke his hard leaking cock and he gripped onto my thighs as his mouth fell
open to silently moan. I kissed his shoulder as my fingers around his neck
tightened. I wasn’t planning on choking him, that kind of death is too easy,
too gentle. I wanted him to cum while I choked him so I put pressure on his
pulse point, just enough to make him go dizzy.
   His moans kept growing dirty, his mouth salivating and drool moving down his
lip as I pressed my thumb against the slit of his cock and then smeared his
precum down his shaft. I loved the way his cock felt in my hands. I could fit
it easily in my hands, it’s always so hot and hard and heavy and it would leak
like crazy. I loved how responsive he would get.
   I let my fingertips move up and down his twitching cock and I increased the
pressure on his neck. His one hand flew to grip at my hand that was on his neck
but he didn’t stop me. He kept calling out my name desperately, his eyes
tearing up as I finally began to jerk him off properly instead of teasing him.
I leaned on his shoulder and watched as he covered my hand with his hot cum
while being choked. He was so perfect for me.
   I kissed his neck as I let go of him and he slumped back to me completely
weak, panting and trying his best to gain control over himself. I pressed a
kiss to his hair before I gave him some tissues and moved up from where I was.
   Taehyung cleaned himself and buttoned his shirt and wore his pants properly
when I finally approached him again.
   “I think I want you to prove it.”  I said and he was a bit startled and as
he turned to me, his little smile dropped and fear immediately replaced it.
   I wouldn’t blame him. I wasn’t a lover anymore. I was the man who was about
to kill him. I had my trusted black gloves on, had the face mask covering my
nose mouth and jaw and the boots I wore were the ones I wore for my outdoors
killing, still painted in the blood of people had killed.
   “What?”  Taehyung didn’t even know what to ask in that moment but I wasn’t
in an answering mood either.
   “Prove to me that you love me.”  I said as I moved closer to him and he
gulped, trying to look calm and collected but he was already pressing himself
against the wall to get away from me.
   “What do you want me to do?”  he asked me and a smirk came to my face. I
loved it when they asked all the right questions.
   “I was thinking I would tie you up to the bed and then fuck you raw. No lube
and no condom.”  I told him and his eyes widened as he pulled his knees closer
to his chest and his hands were protectively covering his chest. It was such a
cute reaction.
   I chuckled and then said with a happy tone “but I think I have more creative
ways of knowing that you love me.”
   “Stay here.”  I instructed him although I knew Taehyung wouldn’t move from
his place. He was frozen scared.
   As I grabbed the device I wanted to be used on Taehyung and walked towards
him, Taehyung started to scream and shake his head yelling “No! No Yoongi! No!
Please!”
   “Oh, it seems like you know what this is.”  I smiled and looked to the
little device in my hand. It was nail ripper and it’s pretty simple. You just
had to put your finger into the slot, making sure the metal is tightly fitted
under your nail and then you push on the handle so hard that the metal under
your nail moves upwards and rips the nail off. It’s simple yet very effective.
I loved that device very much.
   “Please Yoongi… I beg of you I…”  Taehyung started to beg, falling to his
knees and bowing hoping I would spare him but I wasn’t a saint nor a god. This
wouldn’t work on me.
   I placed the device on the table and gestured for Taehyung to come to me but
he remained on the floor, begging to me to spare him. When even after a long
time he didn’t stop his crying and begging, I got annoyed.
   I marched to him, gripped his hairs tightly and then growled at him “Listen
you slut! If you do this then it may be a little easier on you and maybe I will
spare your organs.”
   Taehyung stopped crying immediately. Goemul’s intense threats always worked.
   “Yeah, you like the sound of that? Gotta follow the instructions if you want
to save your skin, baby.”  I laughed and then grabbed him by the collar and
dragged him to the table.
   I pushed him to the chair and he watched helplessly as I stood beside him,
my arms folded and watching him intently.
   “Come on Taehyung, do it.”  I told him and he started to cry again. He must
have thought I would be the one doing the ripping. He was wrong.
   “Yoongi please…I’m sorry…i…please.”  He tried to catch my hands, tried to
somehow find my sympathy because he didn’t want to rip off his own nails but
this wasn’t going to be so easy. He needed to be punished.
   I grabbed Taehyung’s hands causing him to gasp and then I put his middle
finger in my mouth, sucking it and then I bit at the end of his finger before
telling him “If you don’t do it then I may have to chop off those fingers which
is the basis of your career.”
   Taehyung immediately pulled his hands away, pulling them close to his chest
and tears fell down his cheeks. He looked so betrayed. Well, I was feeling the
same way.
   “Removing the fingernails is okay. You see, they will grow back. I promise.
I know.”  I said and this seemed to give him some courage because despite him
crying, he put his hand into the slot, letting the metal settle under his long
nails. Oh how he must have wished he had shorter nails now.
   I watched with a smile as Taehyung bit his lips and shakily moved his hand
to the handle. He didn’t want to do it, he was so scared abut I found myself
anticipating his move. He was so close to pressing the handle and I saw him
lifting his hand up so that he could hit the handle hardly.
   My heart pounded against my chest as I saw Taehyung take a deep breath and
then his hand went down but to my disappointment, he couldn’t do it. He stopped
right before his hand touched the handle.
   “I can’t do it! Please Yoongi! No…I’m sorry! Please!”he cried and I rolled
my eyes before smashing the handle hardly myself causing Taehyung’s nail to fly
off the skin in a flash.
   A soul ripping scream came from Taehyung as he held onto his hand and saw
his bleeding finger. I chuckled at his reaction and saw him trying to remove
his hand from the slot so I pulled out the hammer I had in my hand and gently
placed it on his forearm and then tapped on it lightly, warning him about how
easily I could break his arm. He looked to me with teary red eyes and then to
his hand.
   I asked him to continue and he slowly moved his other finger into its place,
this one too ready to be ripped. 
   “Try to be quiet this time, please.”  I told him and then removed my hammer
to watch him approach the handle again. When he hesitated a little, I started
to slowly tap the hammer against the table, the little hammering sounds
awakening fear in Taehyung. I tapped the hammer on the table just like I did
when I wanted Taehyung to come to the third floor. It triggered him.
   This time, Taehyung did the deed, removed his fucking nail off his finger
but his scream was even louder this time. He started to shake in his seat as
blood dripped onto the table.
   “Oh god! You are so loud in the worst of times.”  I groaned and then reached
into my pocket. Taehyung was so scared of me; he didn’t even care about his
bleeding fingers and saw me pull out the superglue.
   “Let me take care of that.”  I whispered and Taehyung shook his head wildly
but I grabbed his chin and then gently poured the superglue onto his lips and
kept them shut so that he couldn’t move.
   It took only a few seconds for it to seal his mouth shut literally and he
tried to speak but only muffled sounds came from his throat. Fucking finally!
   “That’s better.”  I said with a smile but then saw Taehyung trying to open
his lips with his hand. I slapped his hand away and snarled at him “You should
be happy that I didn’t fucking cut your tongue, bitch. Hands off the lips.”
   Taehyung sobbed as I said “now, please continue.”
   The session of removing the remaining 8 fingernails was an excruciatingly
long one. If it were up to me it would be done in a matter of seconds but I
liked watching Taehyung do it himself. One after another the fingernails came
off; some didn’t manage to break all the way so I helped remove them with the
sharp end of the hammer. I may have damaged Taehyung’s fingers because of that
but all in all it was great fun until he passed out.
   Taehyung couldn’t bear the blood loss and the trauma so he fell to the table
after he removed his last fingernail. It was so boring just waiting for him to
wake up but it helped me clean around the place. I removed any and every
evidence of me. Usually I’m careful enough but it’s never bad to double and
then triple check.
   I was done with removing all evidence, even the one Taehyung had against me
and then I went to Taehyung and slapped his cheek as I woke him up “Wake up
tae. I know you are not that tired i…argh!”
   I was so shocked when he bit my wrist. He had been awake and waited for an
opportunity to do something to me. His fingers must be hurting too much so he
used his fucking teeth. The fucking asshole even went as far as to rip his lips
open just to bite me. The superglue wasn’t as strong as I thought.
   “You fucking bitch!”  I growled and punched him in the jaw and he let me go
as he fell down.
   I looked at the bite mark which was bleeding in some places but I couldn’t
look at it for long because Taehyung had gotten up to punch me. He fought with
me and I felt so excited.
   His fingers hurt but he still made his hands into fists and punched me. He
pushed me, tossed me around and I took it, loving the reactions and emotions
which were associated with Taehyung.
   “Punch me more!”  I provoked him and he punched me hard causing me to lose
balance for a second before I was back on my feet again.
   “Do it! Come on!”  I urged him while laughing and he looked at me like I’m a
psycho…well that I was.
   Taehyung moved to punch me again but I have had enough fun so I stopped his
weak punch easily, his fist in my hands. His eyes widened in fear as I smirked
and whispered “Nice try. Now my turn.”
   I lifted my foot and bent my body to hit him right near his neck and he
couldn’t even anticipate it much less block it. He fell to the ground and I got
on top of him, punching and hitting till I heard bones crack.
   I leaned to grab my hammer when I heard Taehyung whimper. I looked under me
to see a mess of what used to be a beautiful face. His hands tried to reach for
me but I pushed them down on the floor and told him gently “Shh, let me do my
work.”
   “We were supposed to do so much Taehyung. We were supposed to be soulmates
but you just had to ruin everything.”  I clicked my tongue in disappointment
and pulled out a long iron nail from my pocket.
   Before Taehyung could react, I hit his left hand with the hammer, the little
joints near his wrist breaking.
   While Taehyung screamed in agony, I continued showing my dismay and said
“Ireally thought understood me.”
   While Taehyung was vulnerable, I took the iron nail and put it in the middle
of his palm. I gave him one last look before lifting my hammer and nailing the
iron nail into his palm. He was really fucking loud so I put my hand on his
mouth as I hammered the nail until it came out the other side of his hand and
entered the ground. His left hand was completely nailed to the ground, the
fingers and hand shaking as more trauma was caused to it.
   “But I was wrong and now I have to kill you.”  I said sadly and then reached
for another nail in my pocket when the door broke open and suddenly there were
various flashlights on me.
   “Freeze! This is the police.”  I heard one of the officers scream and I was
glad I had the mask on. I turned to the table and saw that on the floor there
was my phone. Taehyung had stolen it and called the police when I thought he
was unconscious.
   I turned to Taehyung who now had a smile on his lips knowing he had won when
I heard the officer scream “drop your weapon and put your hands in the air.”
   I kept watching Taehyung, the hammer still in my hand so the officer moved
closer and ordered “Sir, drop the weapon now!”
   I smirked as I looked ta Taehyung and whispered “Clever boy. But you won’t
get me that easily.”
   I lowered my hammer, my other arm up in air in surrender but then I grabbed
Taehyung’s nailed arm and pulled it harshly causing the iron nail to get ripped
off the floor and get stuck in Taehyung’s palm.
   Taehyung screamed loudly and then I heard a shot being fired which broke one
of the window glasses and it was like they paved the way for my escape.
   “Stop firing! We need him alive.”  I heard one officer yell.
   “I’ll come to see you again babe.”  I promised and then winked at Taehyung
before I ran to the window and jumped off from there. It was only a few floors,
I had jumped many floors before, and my legs are strong enough.
   “What the fucking hell? He jumped off the window?”  I heard an officer yell
and then another one groaned “Fucking dammit! He already planned for his
escape.”
   “Get me an ambulance.”  That was the last thing I heard as I ran away from
there.
 
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   Obsession and perfection…these two are already so dangerous by themselves
but when combined together, they become very deadly.
   Maybe that was the reason why Taehyung was the reason I finally pushed past
sanity.
   After the police got there, Taehyung should have been off my list. I
shouldn’t want to go back but when I came to know that he was alive, that he
didn’t die, I couldn’t help myself.
   I loved him to the point of obsession so I wanted to see him again and
because I didn’t finish my murder, because not killing the victim was
unacceptable by Goemul, we had to go back, to finish the murder perfectly. It
can’t be left undone, Taehyung needed to be punished, he cannot escape.
   It took me 2 weeks to finally track him down. The police had been moving him
so that information about him isn’t leaked and although the media did their
best to catch Taehyung they couldn’t do it. When I found Taehyung he was on his
way back to Korea with his manager Hyuna.
   He had spent so much time with me, almost a year and to just let me go like
this, even I’m not that cruel. I had a feeling that maybe Taehyung would think
differently now. He may not know it but he really loves me a lot. His heart is
with me, he gave it to me even when he knew something was wrong from the start.
I could tell he knew that something was off about me, that I wasn’t what he
thought but he found that interesting when he should have found it dangerous.
   The fact that he didn’t call the police right away but instead was writing
down everything he found out tells me that he was somehow sympathetic, somehow
still kind and he wanted me to have a chance at escaping and I found that
really fucking cute. I had successfully managed to make him pity a ruthless
manipulative murderer.
   It was fun while it lasted though. He was such a joy to be around with. I
could happily observe him, twist his mind and make him think of things and he
would do everything as I had expected.
   Heart and mind are such dangerous things. Control one and the other twists
accordingly.
   Few sweet words, promises of being together and Taehyung was floored. At
first he was only supposed to be a target, a way for me to have fun and to calm
Goemul but down the line, everything just changed with Taehyung. His eyes, his
lips, his nose and the mole on it, his lips, his body, his moans, his
personality, his mind….I really loved him and he did too. He was the only one I
had who closely resembled true love.
   Taehyung was so delusional and he would do anything to please me. What we
had between us was definitely love. I can tell. I can just tell it because
whenever I’m with Taehyung, everything inside of me calms down. I didn’t have
to go around killing people because Goemul liked him too, probably the only one
he liked.
   When I’m fucking him into the mattress, his moans and whines caused my heart
to flutter. I hadn’t fallen in love ever since Hoseok and the feeling was a
little weird and foreign but it felt great to have a boyfriend. Unknowing to
me, Goemul enjoyed him the most.
   Taehyung was always so proud of reading people, thought he was such an
expert at it but he failed to read my mind, which according to me should be the
most interesting mind he would have ever meet. I thought with the amount of
staring he did, he would find about me, Sunsuhan and Goemul, about how unstable
yet stable I really was but he remained so innocently oblivious to it all. I
wished he would see it without me revealing it but by the end of it all, I was
getting frustrated.
   I overestimated Taehyung.
   I twisted his heart and his mind automatically twisted to believe in
everything I said. He never even had a clue. The things he did, the words he
said to me were all manipulated. He thought he was strong and brave but once I
got upset, he let go of his sanity and his pride and compromised immediately.
He did everything he could to satisfy me and I felt so happy about it because
this was exactly how he was supposed to turn out like. He was meant to belong
to me.
   The Taehyung I saw typing about the clues and evidence he found wasn’t like
what he used to be when I first met him. He changed so drastically over the
past few months we had been dating and what excited me was that I was the
reason for it. I changed him into what I wanted him to be and it’s one of the
best feelings I have experienced. To change such a strong personality like his
and to watch his will slowly break into pieces had been absolutely delightful.
It wasn’t even about the killing anymore and I understood why Goemul had waited
in case of Taehyung.
 
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   Before I officially met Taehyung as Yoongi, the rich traveling man who
‘bumped’ into him in a grocery shop, I was his fan all the way back in Korea.
After reading his book and seeing how he depicts his thoughts and his readings,
I just had to meet him in person. He seemed like such an interestingly powerful
character and his words seemed like he knew what he was doing no matter who the
person was. I was curious if he could read me in an instant, I wanted him to
find out about me, it was exciting to think someone could actually look at me
and the other personalities and I wondered what he would think about me once he
found out. Just the thought of being found out by Taehyung gave me butterflies.
   I had seen Taehyung first almost a year half before I met him. I liked him
when I saw him on news and then I couldn’t stop looking. I attended his fan
signs, saw his interviews and saw him tell about his fans’ feelings or their
personality so easily right on the spot. When those fans squealed and called
him a magician of some sorts, all I thought about was a potential answer. I
wanted to be found out by him, wanted him to find the real me, to tell me who I
really was, I wanted him to acknowledge me as Suga, wanted him to see me as a
separate person instead of being a part of Yoongi  because at that point in my
life even I didn’t know what I was. I would switch between the other
personalities and Yoongi hadn’t talked in so long, almost as if he had gone
into this deep slumber. I wanted Taehyung to see inside of me and to tell me
who actually lived in there.
   Taehyung was supposed to be my magician but when I actually met him in
disguise way before everything happened, he was just so weak and deliciously
naive. He couldn’t find anything about me. He couldn’t even tell that I was
lying through my teeth. He told me what I already knew and I was disappointed
but Goemul…Goemul was   enlivened.
    I didn’t know Goemul’s plans then. I thought he wouldn’t care but he wanted
Taehyung. Goemul was fucked up and he wanted to do things to Taehyung too so me
and him made a deal. I wanted to be recognized and so did Goemul so he
suggested in whispers to me, told me that he would isolate Taehyung, that with
my help we could make Taehyung ours, that we could make him fall in love. The
promise of love, a future of recognition was tempting. We were all in the same
person but we had such different thoughts and it needed to be known.
    I agreed to everything. I agreed to Goemul’s whispers, agreed to bring
Taehyung under me. Goemul ultimately took control and with that, we pushed the
real Yoongi into a deeper slumber. We were controlling most of life so his
original essence began to fade away. Goemul wasn’t going to let him come out.
He had plans I didn’t know about then because I was so blind in love. I should
have known then, should have known that I shouldn’t take this step but love
doesn’t spare anyone.
   I organized everything just for Taehyung. The company who sponsored him,
they did it on my command. They were loaded and when I asked them nicely to
take Taehyung under their wing and sponsor him; they called me a stupid asshole
and threw my proposal on my face. Goemul would taken over instantly and would
have killed those men with a fucking pen but he didn’t, he was rarely ever nice
so it was so weird to see these men still breathing. Even this was a sign.
Goemul was being patient. He was becoming clever and efficient.
  I entered the house of the company’s CEO late that night and while he slept,
I got on the bed with him where his beautiful wife slept and then I put a knife
to her chest. I covered her mouth with my hand but her muffled voice and warm
blood spilling onto the bed caused the CEO to wake up and he watched in horror
as his wife breathed her last, well more like choked her last.
   Just then his child in the crib started to cry and I moved to grab the child
in my arm, cooing at him and put my knife to the child’s neck although i had no
intentions of killing the baby. The CEO agreed to my request before I ended his
bloodline. It was a satisfying night.
   Oh, Taehyung sounded so happy when he heard that he got the sponsor. I heard
him squeal and I saw him jump around the house in just his shorts because it
was still pretty early in the morning and he had just woken up. It was quite a
sight and I kind of loved Taehyung for never really closing the blinds to his
windows. I stayed in the apartment right beside his and I had a good view of
everything he did and it helped me in observing everything he did. The camera I
set in his house helped too.
   Taehyung going to the apartment building in Japan was actually quite the
coincidence but it kind of wasn’t too. When I had visited japan the year before
that, I was in desperate need to kill and then I came across Taehyung’s blog
and the picture of the apartment building he put up. At that time I didn’t even
know who Taehyung was as I had randomly selected his blog but now that I think
about it, it was destiny.  It fascinated me the way he wrote about it, about
how he found it mysterious and beautiful and so I went to find out myself.
   I killed the family living in the third floor and burnt the place down. I
spared the children, didn’t want to kill them too. It didn’t feel right
although it didn’t really matter to me. I felt myself breathing again after I
had killed the family. It was one of my most intense killings; Goemul had gone
wild then and killed almost 7 people. It just helped us know that he was
growing stronger.
   When it was confirmed that Taehyung would visit the same building in Japan
to write his book, I grabbed my opportunity and prepared for his arrival a
month ahead of time. I knew Taehyung was spending his time shopping for his
leave so I went to japan and set things in motion.
   My first task was to grab the doctor. Dr. Akio was so terrified by my words,
his eyes widening and hands shaking when I told him about the personalities,
about my need to control, about Sunsuhan’s need for love and for Goemul’s itch
to kill and cut. He advised me to a bigger hospital, wrote in big dark letters
that I needed to see a psychiatrist. He was pretty stupid in my opinion. He
actually thought he could get rid of me. Kidnapping him was easy. He couldn’t
fight as much.
   The schoolgirl and the boy who worked at the garage were just a distraction.
The school girl was relatively close to the doctor’s clinic and the boy worked
nearby too. I just had to form a pattern and connect them in some way for it to
work, for the victims to connect to the doctor so that my plan could play out
easily. I planned the plot pretty well in my opinion. With the way things were,
I knew the needle of suspicion would point to me at some point of time once I
entered Taehyung’s life. All of this was just precaution.
   Taehyung’s apartment in Japan was full of weak spots and I had sneaked in
multiple times. The door was weak, its hinges could be removed easily, the
windows didn’t have any protection to them and if I wanted then I could
literally walk into the apartment through the front door. It was an ideal place
to rob stuff but to their dismay, I was not a robber or a thief.
   It was Goemul’s idea to call Taehyung to the spooky third floor. The
constant hammering drove Taehyung crazy and yet he would come back again like
bee attracted to honey. It was real fun to watch him panic whenever I got near
him in the dark burnt out rooms. I tried so hard to control my laughter when he
first came to the room and almost had his heart stop.
   It was such a great technique, the hammering sound inducing fear into
Taehyung and then using it to create instant fear in him even when he thought
he had all control. It was amusing and I found it so interesting to see how
humans could be triggered by certain sounds just like dogs did. It was an
experiment almost but this was just way too fun because of Taehyung’s screams
and cries.
   I used to watch Taehyung at nights. There really was a lot of watching and
very less touching or talking. It kind of annoyed me because I wanted to talk
to Taehyung soon but Goemul asked me to be patient. So in pure desperation, I
would sneak into Taehyung’s room which was a piece of cake and I would sit by
his bed while he slept innocently, not realizing what was happening around him.
I would take his pictures, get on his bed, watch his body, watch the curves on
him and I would want to touch him so much. I would hover over him and smell
him. He smelled sweetly of lavender and peaches. It would make my cock twitch
and I would reach out to touch him but I had to stop myself. I couldn’t let
things get out of hand so quickly. Goemul and I had planned so much for
Taehyung so raping him now or revealing myself wouldn’t let me have the
satisfaction of owning him.
   I was patient. I tried my best to be but on that day when Taehyung came to
the room after hearing the hammering sounds, I couldn’t help myself. I touched
him. I felt his body against mine and I got hard. I cuffed him, bit into his
deliciously supple skin and I was so out of control, I would have fucked him
right there but I settled for cumming all over his ass it felt good. He felt so
fucking good.
   I was about to use him just a bit more, wanted to finger him and make him
cum but then Goemul took over and he let Taehyung go. He uncuffed him and let
him escape which I didn’t understand at all then. Taehyung fell onto the
rotting flesh of the school girl and the boy from the garage I had kidnapped
before and he cried and cried before he passed out.
   I had everyone confused. The forensics had found Dr. Akio’s sample in the
rotting flesh too but he was very much alive. I cut off the doctor’s toes and
mixed it along with the flesh of the other victims which lead to the forensics
believing that he was dead too. Dr. Akio was so important for my experiment, he
had to stay alive.
   Taehyung was taken to the hospital and I visited him there too, watched him
sleep while I was dressed as one of the ward boys there. No one suspected me
and the fact that everyone in the hospital wore masks helped a lot.
   We had stalked Taehyung for such a long time without really meeting him and
I was confused. Goemul was far too patient, far too slow with this. It had been
months already and so I decided it was finally time to end Taehyung as neither
Sunsuhan nor Goemul showed any real interest in him. I knew that the interest
Goemul had was only to kill Taehyung so to make it easier on myself, I wanted
to kill Taehyung before I got to know him. I wanted to end his life before it
got personal.
   Goemul was supposed to take over midway to kill Taehyung but until then it
was supposed to be thrilling and exciting to play with Taehyung but when saw
him sleeping on the bed, his chest bare and his parted lips, the toxic
addicting scent of him, Goemul stopped me. It was then that i saw that Goemul
didn’t just want to mindlessly kill people anymore. He wanted in on the action
of manipulation, wanted to take control, wanted to study the people he was
killing. He had gotten too clever. I was reckless; I didn’t think he was
growing along with me and Sunsuhan.
   I waited but it got way too difficult until one day I just couldn’t take it.
I just wanted Taehyung so bad that night. I hadn’t revealed myself to him and
he was drunk during the twin’s birthday party and then he went with Hiroto to
his apartment and got high. I sneaked into Hiroto’s apartment with ease, the
idiot didn’t even realize that he left the door open but it wasn’t like any of
the apartments were protected anyways.
   I bit my lip as I saw the both of them giggling and singing songs until
finally Taehyung separated from the younger boy and went to another room and
started to strip. It was such a perfect opportunity as he lay on the bed with
his legs spread and I just had to take the chance.
   Taehyung was oh so pretty, so fucking pliable under my touch. With his eyes
blindfolded, his mouth gagged and his hands tied to the bed, he laid there like
a doll waiting to be used. I enjoyed myself. I took everything he gave me and I
relished in his sweet moans and whimpers.
   My fingers on his body, my tongue on his tight rim, he loved it all. His
cock was so hard and he was bucking his hips too. He was such a nasty little
creature. He wanted me in that moment.
   He was so warm inside. His walls clenching down on my long fingers was
absolutely addicting. The heat around my finger, the sweat on his body, his
tied hands and the blindfold over his eyes...it just made me want to wreck him.
I really wanted to fuck him right there, push my cock deep inside him and watch
him cum just my cock.
   I wanted to do so much because the opportunity was there but Goemul was
growling at me so I stopped myself.   Goemul didn’t want this to end because of
my lust. He wanted Taehyung in his life, wanted to be revealed to him, wanted
to devour and destroy him little by little.   Not yet. We had to be patient for
things to blossom but I couldn’t help but leave a red rose by his head. I
thought it was romantic.
   And then our opportunity came.
   Taehyung had gone to the grocery shop and what better way to just bump into
him there. It would be perfectly normal and it wouldn’t take long for my charms
to work. It should have gone that way, I should have met him but as I walked
closer and closer to Taehyung to bump into him, Sunsuhan took over. He was so
powerful that he pushed me aside and came out. I was so surprised to see
Sunsuhan be so forward but he didn’t fuck things up. He was actually quite the
charmer himself and soon Taehyung offered that we have coffee.
   After that I kind of forgot about everything as I listened to Taehyung talk.
Sunsuhan was still the one actually speaking but I could still see and listen
to Taehyung. I wasn’t completely blocked thanks to Sunsuhan who knew about my
crush on Taehyung so I enjoyed my first date with Taehyung. Taehyung was just
so beautiful and even though he shyly chatted with Min Yoongi, the traveller, I
knew how Taehyung actually looks like when he cums with a stranger’s fingers
inside him.
   Then, it was finally time to ask Taehyung out, to finally enter his life. I
had to work hard to stay in this character I was portraying and usually I don’t
struggle that much to charm someone but Taehyung was too different, too
distracting and I sometimes found myself spilling my true intentions but I
gathered myself before I could do or say anything.
   Taehyung was stronger than I had expected but I grabbed his attention and
that was enough for me to start my work on him. I was able to crack through his
tough exterior, able to see him but only little by little because he was being
so damn difficult. No amount of sugary coated pickup lines were working. He was
hard to get but he finally succumbed to me. It was inevitable anyways.
   He finally let me in and just when I thought my victory was confirmed, he
rejected me. He told me it wouldn’t work and that our jobs would make it
impossible and it was true but who gave a crap. It wasn’t meant to be like
this. I had even prepared the flowers, made sure to buy a gift for Taehyung
something as soon as we finished our date but when he rejected me like this. I
was sure Goemul would come out and end Taehyung in the cruelest ways. I wanted
him to do that but then the very unexpected happened.
   Instead of Goemul, Sunsuhan came out. He dealt with the words Taehyung
spoke; he was the one who kept a straight face as Taehyung avoided looking into
our eyes. I finally grasped at how much I loved Taehyung. I was so scared he
would let go and that he would leave me behind. He was my own experiment, I
worked hard on him and now that I was in love too, he wanted to leave. Just
like everyone else.
   I didn’t think that the hurt that I couldn’t bear could be so easily dealt
by Sunsuhan. He handled it perfectly, only offering to drop Taehyung home like
the gentleman he was. I couldn’t hear Sunsuhan’s thoughts or feel his emotions.
He was dealing with this too well. It just wasn’t like him. I was so confused
because Sunsuhan had barely made any appearance after the first date; it seemed
like he had no interest in Taehyung and now he was strongly resisting me when I
tried take over Yoongi’s body.
   It was finally the end of everything as we stood outside Taehyung’s
apartment. I thought Goemul would finally take advantage of us being near the
apartment to kill Taehyung but Sunsuhan was still out there, looking at
Taehyung.
   Taehyung didn’t say anything, he just turned around to go back but then
Sunsuhan grabbed his wrist and in a flash he had Taehyung pressed against the
door. The kiss was violent and needy, something which was never associated with
Sunsuhan. He was the one who hungrily licked at Taehyung’s lips, who pushed him
against the wall and licked his neck.
   Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ….I could hear Sunsuhan’s mind repeat as he had his
way with Taehyung who strangely responded back. He didn’t push us away. He
instead let us mark him; let us do whatever we wanted.
   Fucking Taehyung was the only thing I thought about in that moment, my mind
flooding with the need to conquer such a sweet weak thing. I wanted to feel him
until I couldn’t think about anything else. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Sunsuhan decorated his body in nasty marks and the rough sex was all him even
though he was supposed to be the calm one who should have had vanilla sex with
Taehyung but Taehyung was naughty too, he enjoyed the rough sex a lot.
   I didn’t know if Taehyung noticed it or not that Sunsuhan and I both had sex
with him. When things were supposed to be rough, Sunsuhan took over and when he
rested, I gently took Taehyung in my arms and made love to him, loving the feel
go his tight heat around my cock. He sang so beautifully that night. The moans,
the whimpers, the begging, oh god…I could never forget it.
   It was intense and exciting and elevating but then the sex was over. It all
ended and I was left feeling empty.
   Taehyung was asleep and I didn’t know what to think. He was so dear and
precious to me. I wanted him. I wanted him in front of my eyes all the fucking
time and that’s why I set the security cameras everywhere. He had to die, he
wasn’t going to accept me, he said we can’t be together and by now all hopes of
Taehyung finding me was gone. He was Goemul’s final prey but somehow I felt
like if Taehyung woke up, I wouldn’t be able to kill him.
   It was late in the night and I had my knife in my hand. Taehyung was slowly
breathing and I was watched as so much work and love was about to go to waste.
I pressed the knife close to his neck and I wanted to kiss him hard but it
cannot happen, it was better if he didn’t wake up. I leaned down and inhaled
his scent but he only smelled like me.
   I was so close to murdering him but then it happened. He called out to me in
his sleep, called my name with such sweetness and love that I melted. I
couldn’t kill him. I just couldn’t do it. I saw him slowly opening his eyes and
I put the knife away before he took me in his arms and started to kiss me.
   He liked me. He actually liked me enough to let me do this.
   After that Taehyung fell deeper for me and it was hilarious to watch him be
like a clingy drama filled girlfriend. He would get so emotional whenever I
don’t talk to him or ignored him but he couldn’t blame me, I was so busy
watching his lips and his neck and thinking of ways to cut him open that I
would lose track of time. It was one of my favorite things to do after
Taehyung.
   Nevertheless there were times where dating Taehyung was heavenly. It was
nice to just have someone to wake up next to, to feel arms wrap around me as I
watered the plants or to just have someone to share my dinners with. He was a
very good company. Taehyung was everything I expected him to be and I liked how
dedicated he was to me. He would choose me over his writing and a little part
of me would feel special, delighted but I knew that if I flew too close to the
sun, I would burn my wings so I still maintained distance.
   Taehyung had noticed it, I know. I could tell that he understood that there
was a barrier between us. It was scary to be honest to be so close to someone.
I know I wanted to be recognized, to be seen as a different being completely
but the more I got close to Taehyung the more scared I got. I didn’t even know
what I was so scared about…rejection? Anger? Happiness? Betrayal?
   ...I just didn’t know.
   But the more we dated, the more I understood that it was going to be useless
to sit there and hope that Taehyung will find out about me so I tried my best
to show myself. Whenever Sunsuhan would be out, he would take Taehyung to
little café’s or pet stores or the amusement park and the both of them would
have a blast. Sunsuhan’s childlike personality worked well with Taehyung’s and
the both of them enjoyed the day, ending with a hot make out session before
they would order something to eat. It would be sweet.
   Sunsuhan usually took charge of the dates but my need to be seen as an
individual was far too strong so I decided to dress differently whenever I was
out. At first it was all about trying to maintain originality and routine so I
decided that I should change. Whenever I would be out, I would wear darker
clothes, I would wear clothes that are expensive and would always do my best to
impress Taehyung.
   I would wear suits and take him to expensive restaurants which gave me as
much privacy as needed, I would try to outdo myself by spending heavily on
Taehyung and I would always make sure he is satisfied in bed. I would make sure
to give as much as could during those nights, spending as long as I could with
him and I could still hear his deep voice turn into a high pitched one whenever
I would cum inside him.
   Words…they had a huge impact on Taehyung. The way you say it, the voice
that’s laced with it, the timing, everything comes into play for him. He was a
writer and so the only way to impress him was through words. The said words
didn’t have to be big or elaborate. Few simple ones can make him whine and a
gentle touch to the small of his back would have him melting in my arms.
   Unfortunately, my gentle approach to him in bed was not what Taehyung
preferred. He liked Sunsuhan who was rough with him, who liked to fuck Taehyung
no matter the place, utterly shameless and wild. I soon realized that my
efforts were going to waste. Taehyung didn’t fall in love with me, he fell in
love with Sunsuhan and Goemul laughed at that.
   My place in Taehyung’s heart was known and so I stopped appearing to him
that much. I was supposed to be the rational and clever one but I let the
emotions mess with me, something which Goemul had anticipated so well. I wasn’t
paying attention to Sunsuhan or Goemul who had decided to put things into
motion.
   Goemul wanted to move forward and erupt fear in Taehyung. He didn’t like how
happy Taehyung had gotten. So he manipulated Dr. Akio, helped him to sneak into
our apartment, to place the rose there and instructed him to stab Taehyung and
then to commit suicide by jumping off the building if he wished for his family
to live. The fucker really did jump off the building instead of trying to use
the knife on me when I came into the room to save Taehyung. Goemul stayed true
to his words. He didn’t go near the doctor’s family after that. He didn’t have
to because he knew he had already destroyed everything they had.
   Goemul got what he wanted, he saw the fear in Taehyung’s eyes, saw the way
he shook like a leaf, saw the blood drip down Taehyung’s abdomen and he
satisfied his thirsts until next time. The police came and told Taehyung things
as they were. Dr. Akio was blamed for all the murders and for harassing
Taehyung and the man was dead so the case was closed. Perfect escape.
   I just made one small mistake. I forgot about little Jungkookie.
   I had gone to get Taehyung some medicines and in that time of my absence,
Jungkook had come to Taehyung and handed him a note asking him to leave me.
That fucker Jungkook had been clever enough to use my momentary distraction to
complete his task. I was so wrapped up in thinking about Taehyung that I forgot
about Jungkook.
   However Jungkook’s words weren’t taken as a warning. Taehyung grew even
closer to me instead and I was happy but I grew more cautious of Jungkook.
   Because I knew Jungkook would try to approach Taehyung again I kind of put
Taehyung on a strict watch. I would try to be everywhere he was and if I had to
go out, I would ask Taehyung to just stay home. It was going fine until
Taehyung decided to take a fucking walk.
   I was so happy. Everything was going so well between us until that Akane
bitch had to make a nuisance. Fucking bitch was too suspicious of me but she
didn’t have any evidence so she shut up but I could hear in her voice, how she
didn’t believe that Dr. Akio was the cause of all those murders. Normally I
wouldn’t worry about people and their suspicions because they can’t prove
anything but she was tainting Taehyung’s mind.
   I felt glad that I had put a tracking device in Taehyung’s phone so as soon
as I saw him going to the park, I left everything I was doing and followed him
secretly. I was so glad I did that because now I knew that Akane was suspicious
and that Jungkook still hadn’t stopped. I saw Jungkook from afar as he gave
Taehyung the note and then ran away. He didn’t want to be in my radar but he
didn’t know that I knew he was near. Taehyung threw the note away but I was
able to take it and I tore it to pieces as I knew how annoying Jungkook was
getting. He was always like this.
   At first I didn’t want to go to that fucking club especially when Akane
would be there but then I remembered. I still had to use that special poison I
obtained from Mexico. Goemul was so excited to use it and what better way to
know of its effect than to test it out on an annoying nose poking bitch so I
said yes.
   Even though she would be a burden to kill, killing Akane was quite the
exciting. I had to wait for that one opportunity when Taehyung would turn away
and I injected her with the poison as soon as Taehyung turned his back. The
darkness in the room, the multiple people walking past us made it almost
impossible to pin point the killer.
   I liked to see the look on her face as she realized that she couldn’t
breathe, as her pupils dilated, as she fell to the ground. This was one bitch I
was happy to kill. How dare she come between me and Taehyung, how dare she try
to ruin my work. That bitch deserved it.
   I enjoyed killing her, liked seeing the light leave her eyes. It was short
lived though as I had to pretend to help her but I knew that she wouldn’t be
able to survive. The thrill you get when you wipe out the person that you
loathe…its perfect. It didn’t even have to take Goemul to kill her; I did it
with my very own hands.
   But it was getting boring already. It’s this thing with psychopaths, we
can’t live normally, we have to act, have to move, want to see the fear in our
victim’s eyes when they realize what is happening and frankly, the pretending
was tiring. I had spent too many years hiding my true self and I got to enjoy
myself after a lot of struggle so when Taehyung still wasn’t picking up on
things, I just left him some breadcrumbs and he saw them as clear as the day.
Thank fucking finally.
   I left the prescription from when I first met Dr. Akio in my pocket and then
made Taehyung search for it. It was fun to watch him read it, loved watching
his face lose all the color it had, loved watching him pretend like nothing was
happening when he knew that I wasn’t whom he thought I was.
   Goemul would come out sometimes. I would think that it was finally time he
would kill Taehyung but he would just cook and smile at Taehyung all the while
knowing what he did to Taehyung. He was slowly driving Taehyung to the edge,
watching him lose himself little by little and he succeeded in it
professionally.
   Goemul became active again. Killing people and being messy was one of his
kinks but after he would be done, I would be the one to get rid of the body,
the one who would make sure there is no blood on me, that there isn’t any
traces of me on the dead body but one day Goemul didn’t let me come out and so
after he had killed, I woke up in my bed.
   It was strange but then I realized that my blood covered shirt was in the
laundry. It was a clue Goemul left for Taehyung. He wanted Taehyung to know
that the blood on the shirt didn’t belong to us. Then I planted the bracelet so
that he would find it and just seeing Taehyung freak out internally was very
entertaining.
   Then the real fun began. It bought joy to my soul to finally be able to
breathe. I stopped being too careful, let myself go so that Taehyung could see.
Let him see how cruelly slow I can be, how I can make him beg for me, how I
played with him. He felt uncomfortable being with me knowing that something was
wrong with me and I forced him to feel even more uncomfortable. I wanted to
push him and he was too naïve, got pushed around so easily.
   Jungkook was being a little asshole. He started to circle my apartment,
started to map it out and he knew that Taehyung would be home alone whenever I
would be out but he didn’t know how to get in. Taehyung noticed him, I could
see Taehyung trying to look out the window and whenever I would try to look
out, Jungkook would hide. Little rascal, he wasn’t even stealthy but he did
give me an idea.
   It was late at night and I had Taehyung locked up in the apartment as usual.
I pretended to have gone out but I didn’t really go, I stayed by the apartment
and wore my hoodie and put up a mask just like Jungkook did in order to pretend
I was him. I stood in all the places he would and looked to the apartment and
in the darkness; Taehyung mistook me for Jungkook and decided to ask for help.
   Bad boy made a very bad move.
   But I liked where this as going so I moved for my place and walked to the
apartment. Taehyung thought that a rescuer was coming and he got to happy and
excited. Too bad it was just me. He opened the door to escape but I couldn’t
allow that. I threw everything I wanted to give him into a package like the
fake letters, the dried up roses and then pushed it inside the apartment and
then locked Taehyung up from outside.
   I guessed that the knife was a little too much and too obvious but the dumb
bitch still wasn’t getting it. He wrote his chapters and didn’t publish them
but as I read through the words, I felt happy. Seeing his mind change was very
fascinating. His words had drastically changed.
   A whole year of something special and he still thought of me as someone who
came to hurt him. I loved him, he was my precious baby boy and he hated me. He
saw me as this monster, as this disgusting thing. He saw me as someone beneath
him and so I showed him how wrong he was.
   The cops will never be able to catch me. Min Yoongi was the name of a ghost.
He died in the fire along with Seokjin. They would only think that some killer
was using that name to kill. They would never suspect that I’m the real one
committing the crimes. They never found out.
    
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   I smiled when I saw Taehyung enter his apartment in Korea. 2 months, that’s
how long it took me to finally be able to map everything out so that I could go
and meet Taehyung again. I wasn’t going to let him go, he can’t escape like
that, especially not after I promised him that I would come back for him.
   The feeling of waiting although quite heavy was very exciting when it
involved the one you love. Taehyung, my little Taehyungie was going to be home
soon, to his highly secured apartment but the apartment isn’t impenetrable, I
have my ways of getting in. the entire floor only had Taehyung’s apartment in
it which was another plus for me.
   The guard near the door was quite hard to kill. He put up a fight, pushed me
down a couple of times but there is this thing with guys who are all muscles,
they have no fucking brain. He pushed me to the ground and got on top of me to
punch me, so focused, so determined to change the shape of my face because I
was able to hit him and so he missed the way I reached for the small sharpened
pencil in my jeans.
   Sticking it into his thick neck took quite some effort and there was blood
everywhere but I liked to see his shocked eyes as he realize what happened.
Such a mighty creature taken down by a kid’s stationary item….amusing, isn’t
it?
   The next person I had to get rid of was the officer. He was sent by the
local police station to regularly check up on Taehyung and the security systems
over the past few weeks and the fucking asshole was flirting with Taehyung!
   I saw him, checked his background. He was a fucking loser who just barely
made it to the police academy and passed because his father was rich. This
fucking idiot thought he could court Taehyung. He would laugh awkwardly, made
bad horrible jokes but the worst thing was that Taehyung also seemed to have
interest in him. it wasn’t true love or anything, I know because there was no
way Taehyung could love anyone else after me but Taehyung was laughing at his
lame jokes and letting this asshole be near him and having coffee with him.
   I didn’t like that…at all.
   That day too, when I had come to finally meet taehyungie, the officer came
with flowers in his hand. Big huge bouquet of lilies…Taehyung was allergic to
them and it was nothing compared to what I got for Taehyung.  He was stressed,
all neatly dressed and checking himself in the hall mirror and adjusting the
hat on his head like a lovesick puppy.
   In another universe, maybe I would have let Taehyung be taken away by this
guy but this is my world, I rule it and no one was going to take my Taehyung
away from me. I waited for the officer to come with my hands and face all
bloody from the fight before. He screamed as soon as he saw me and the bloody
dead body beside me. What a fucking pussy.
   The flowers fell down his hands and he reached for his gun. He pointed it at
me and warned me to not come any closer; I did exactly what he asked me not to
do. He was sweating so much, hands trembling…he had never used that fucking gun
before in his life. I moved even closer and then the officer pulled the trigger
but there was no gunshot. I began to laugh at his confused face. I had noticed
how he hadn’t loaded the fucking gun. Must have been too busy trying to think
of fucking Taehyung to care about the bullets in his gun.
   He reached for the pocket where he would keep his bullets and fumbled to put
them in. I watched him with much amusement as the bullets fell to the floor and
he whined as he knelt down on the floor to take the bullets. He couldn’t even
load his fucking gun. I had given him enough time, too much lenience because he
was being so funny and also because it was nice to see such a proud and happy
man on his knees struggling to do his job and crying like a fucking baby. They
didn’t deserve Taehyung.
   I squatted down and picked up the bullet that was on the floor and he
watched in complete fear as I took the gun from his hand and loaded the gun
with the bullet. He couldn’t move, too terrified by the way I look, by the way
my eyes watched him and he couldn’t even register what was happening. He
couldn’t fight back. I pointed the gun to his head and he froze, slowly looking
up, tears in his eyes and he begged, letting out a sad pathetic ‘no’ before I
shot him. He was such a pathetic excuse for an officer. He would have never
been able to protect Taehyung. No one can. Not from me at least.
   I got rid of the bodies and the blood was a mess to clean but luckily the
carpet laid in the hallway was black and it soaked up the blood really well.
   I cleaned up well, used Taehyung’s bathroom to wash off the excessive amount
of blood and changed into some decent clothes. I wanted to look my best for my
precious little angel and something told me that my bloodied clothes wouldn’t
be appreciated.
   We hadn’t seen each other in so long; it had to be special, right?
   I looked through his apartment which was pretty big. After he came back from
his ‘traumatic near death experience’ from japan, he decided to not post about
it and changed his apartment because he knew I knew everything about his old
apartment. This was the richer part of town with much better security but
guards are still people and security systems are hackable.
   I went to Taehyung’s bedroom and searched through his shelf, watched his
clothes some of which still had his scent on them. I smiled when I saw his
neatly pressed suit, the one which I saw him wearing for one of the recent
event. It still smelled so deliciously like him. It got my body too hot. I
pushed his clothes to the side and pried into his scarf collection. I didn’t
really except anything to find until I reached his underwear collection and
little Taehyung was such a naughty little boy. He had a vibrator, a butt plug
and a dildo sitting in the back in a small box with condom and lube. Perfect!
   I knew Taehyung wasn’t with anyone. I made sure of that so I knew that
Taehyung had only used these on himself. I was quite amazed at how I wasn’t
able to find out about this before and then guessed that maybe he had these
from before everything happened. I was excited to use these on Taehyung. I was
sure he would love it like he always did. I gently placed the box by his bed
and then continued my investigation of his new room. 
   I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost time for Taehyung to come
home. I smiled and then began setting up the gifts I got for him right by the
hall.
   I heard the front door click and so I hid and waited in anticipation as
Taehyung walked to the hall. When I first saw him, he was looking at the floor
and the bloody footprints on them. Because he had stepped on the blood from the
hallway, his shoes got bloody and made a mess of the floor.
   I saw him frowning and then he finally turned to the hall and he found the
hundreds of roses seated there. He knew they were for him; he knew that I had
found him.
   He immediately turned to run for the door and I groaned as I ran after him
and caught him by the waist, pulling him close. Taehyung’s hand was still
healing and his nails had just began to grow so he couldn’t fight much but he
struggled a lot…a little too much and he began to scream and annoy me so I
injected him with a knock out drug. He was out in mere seconds, his body going
limp in my arms.  I smiled and kissed his forehead.
   After that…well i did things with him. Tied him to the bed and sued the
things i found in is drawer. It was fun really but i didn’t like how he was
crying and begging me to stop and yet he moaned whenever I pushed my cock deep
inside him. He was speaking all lies because his body told me the truth. I
spent almost 12 hours with him before I felt good enough to let go.
   As I watched Taehyung on his bed, naked and whimpering…I began to hear
whispers. It was Sunsuhan and Goemul fighting.
   For a second I couldn’t even make out the words until I heard Sunsuhan
asking to be the one who kills Taehyung. I was more than shocked. Sunsuhan was
supposed to be the soft, naïve and affectionate one who would never think of
any harm but now he asked Goemul if he could be the one to kill Taehyung. And
Goemul was denying it so I thought it was because he wanted to be the one to
kill Taehyung but then I heard Goemul say:
   “I want Suga to be the one to kill Taehyung. I’m sure he will do a great
job.”
   It was then that I realized just how powerful Goemul had gotten. He not only
manipulated Taehyung, slowly driving him crazy but he also destroyed me, the
sane part of Yoongi.  He had all the control now. He used me to grow. He used
my love and obsession for Taehyung and turned it deadly. He wanted me to be
madly in love with Taehyung, wanted me to be able to do anything for Taehyung.
   I realized that it was me who killed the security guard and the officer.
Goemul didn’t come out to kill. I was the one who did it. I was the one who
killed Akane, I as the one who tortured Taehyung, I was the one who stalked
Taehyung, the one who trapped him I…I did everything.
   Suga who was supposed to be the sane part of Yoongi had finally gone insane.
   There was no point in resisting, no point in trying to hold onto
rationality, to hope and to love. Everything in Yoongi had been tainted. His
innocence was lost, his rationality too and now something more sinister had
taken its place but that wasn’t necessarily bad.
   That night something happened. Three personalities worked together to
destroy a human being. I saw Sunsuhan whispering loving words to Taehyung while
he bled through his stomach, I saw Goemul finally carving Taehyung. His work
wonderful, precise…beautiful. I was mesmerized by what was happening. We were
killing Taehyung, removing his fingers, cutting him open and he was crying and
screaming but hardly able to do it because we had cut his tongue. It should
make me sick, should make me feel torn but I never felt so satisfied.
   Taehyung must have been really confused. There were three personalities,
coming out and working together to kill him. Once we were gentle and then we
were cruel. I loved stabbing Taehyung’s thighs. The sharp knife went in so
smoothly...it was just…just amazing.
   Taehyung didn’t last long unfortunately. He couldn’t handle all thee
personalities which took turns in experiencing killing someone. I didn’t know
why this felt so good. It was weird because something like this should make me
think twice but I was the one who still stabbed at Taehyung even after he was
dead. I finally understood why Goemul did this.
   That day, the three of us merged. We finally were able to understand that we
were stronger together, that we were smarter and better together. It should
have been obvious from the start. Working together is much better than
splitting up.
   And so the three of us became one and called ourselves the new Yoongi. The
old Yoongi who refused to wake from his slumber didn’t need to be out. He was
the sane one and he can stay that way, deep inside but we as the new Yoongi
were going to rule the world. We were going to have a lot of fun and trust me
we did.
   It was almost 3 days later when I heard the news. The famous Korean writer
Kim Taehyung murdered brutally in his own apartment, the security guard and the
officer killed. They found out the giant distraction I left for them. I had
laid Taehyung’s body on the white floor and then drew angel wings around him
with his blood and then carved the words ‘Death Angel’ on his abdomen.  It’s
always better to pin the crime on someone else as long as you enjoyed killing.
The cops were dumb enough to take my bait and decided to search for the ‘Death
Angel’ killer that nobody knew if he was alive or not. I wasn’t even part of
the suspicion.
   I was satisfied with myself as I sat on the balcony of my apartment with the
wonderful view of Seoul in front of me. I had a coffee in my hand and I laid
back on my couch and smiled to myself.
   It felt great. I had never felt better.
   As I began to slowly relax, my mind went to only one person…Jeon Jungkook.
   Oh yes, he was so much more fun.
Chapter End Notes
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***** J & J pt.1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Yoongi is happy.
     The game has started.
Chapter Notes
     So umm do you guys even remember this? I don’t think so haha. I’m so
     sorry but I kind of have been pretty happy to write this dark fic.
     It’s weird I know but that’s how i felt.
     But now that I’m back doesn’t mean I’m depressed or anything. I want
     to actually see how this will be written now that I’m feeling better.
     Let’s see how fucked up my mind can get.
     I hope you all will like it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Yoongi hums as he walks along the road in the middle of the night.
 
It’s a beautiful night, the moon out and shining down on the roads, the stars
all bright and the subtle cold wind indicating the approaching winter lifts
Yoongi’s mood.
 
It’s these kinds of nights that Yoongi enjoys the most. He feels at peace
walking in the night like this in the suburbs. From where he is walking, he can
see the city in the distance, all lit up even though it’s 3 in the
morning…wait, no, Yoongi looks at his watch…its 4:12 am. Looks like Ilsan never
sleeps and Yoongi feels great to come back to this city again.
 
Yoongi really loves these nights. He gets to empty his mind, gets to just enjoy
the roads. He looks at the way the various houses are designed in this
relatively richer part of the neighborhood, always so symmetrical and perfect
from the outside just like the forint the people living in these houses put up.
 
He ignores the occasional screams he hears from some houses. He doesn’t know
what’s happening. The girl’s screams can be because someone is fucking her good
and hard into the bed or it could be because someone is brutally murdering her.
It’s very hard to tell the difference sometimes. Must be the reason why
Yoongi’s second best escape after murdering has always been sex.
 
Yoongi is happy tonight because the night is so calming. The fact that he had
killed 4 people tonight is just an added bonus to his happiness.
 
Yoongi is 28 years old now. He is a grown man, a man who is capable of so much
more than he was before and that is not a good thing, well at least not good
for the people around him. Yoongi though….Yoongi is only enjoying his age and
experience even more.
 
Murdering has become a part of Yoongi now. He denies ever being disgusted by
it. It’s a revolution to him. It’s just something that he needs. Gone are the
days when his hands would shake whenever he would see blood, gone are the days
when his personalities would still sometimes fight in his head.
 
He is a new Yoongi and he grows stronger every single day. His mind is
something to be screed of now. Before he was smart but now he is cunning and so
damn skillful.
 
His goal in life is to end life and Yoongi finds nothing wrong in it. You may
wonder how someone can feel that way but when you murder someone for such a
long time, when you barely remember who you are, when you enjoy the screams of
your victims, when you feel no mercy or sympathy when cutting up a pleading
woman, you become a monster.
 
You become someone who sees the world in a completely different way. He sees
someone and all he wonders about is how prettily they would beg him as he kills
them, wonders about how much he can torture them before they start spilling all
their secrets.  
 
You becomes a man with no remorse, no guilt and no kindness and Yoongi fucking
loves it.
 
Yoongi relishes in his qualities. He is proud of what he does now. Wouldn’t you
be too if you have been murdering since you can remember and still haven’t been
caught? The police don’t even have a record on Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi is a
ghost. He was there once and now he is gone forever, never to come back again.
 
Yoongi hears the loud scream of a woman followed by her pleadings as a bottle
shatters. Yoongi stills in his place and looks to the house to his right. It’s
so fucking late but the house lights are still on, the window closed but the
curtains have been left open.
 
Yoongi watches as a man approaches a woman with a raised broken bottle in his
hand. Yoongi shuts his eyes as his mind produces the image of his own father,
drunk out of his mind and always ready to beat Yoongi up. His mind wavers, a
loud screams reverberates through his mind and Yoongi presses on his temples
hardly. Images of his mother’s dead body, images of his father covered in blood
flashes and Yoongi grunts. He doesn’t like this.
 
Yoongi has forgotten most of his traumatic experiences, tried so hard to
finally forget Seokjin, his first love and first true kill, but his parent’s
death never leaves him. It’s like his mind refuses to let him heal from that.
 
The family in the house is having a classic dispute. The man is drunk, the
woman seems to be already beaten and hurt and there are broken stuff everywhere
probably from the man throwing those things onto to the floor or at the woman.
 
Yoongi doesn’t do anything. He watches as the man hits the woman who sobs and
Yoongi frowns, the memories of his childhood coming to him in full force now.
He sees the man crush the woman’s hand with his boots and Yoongi closes his
eyes unable to look. Yoongi opens his eyes quickly again though, angry at
himself for showing what seems to be pity towards the woman. He isn’t weak. He
can’t let himself feel.
 
Then suddenly Yoongi hears a loud yell of a kid who calls out to his mother.
Yoongi sees the kid run to his woman’s side and sees him trying to protect her.
Yoongi tilts his head as the scene in front of him looks so intriguing and so
familiar. He used to protect his bitch of a mother too, actually thought that
that fucking woman loved him.
 
Yoongi chuckles then. Young kids are so brave and selfless. He can only think
of the things he can do to such kid’s mind. It’s one of the reasons why he
doesn’t kill the children after he is done with the family. It’s his way of
torturing every single kid just as he was tortured.  They need to live with the
pain, need to know that he went through fucking hell.
 
The father hits the kid, the little boy unable to hold against his father. The
father moves back to his wife, her screams getting weaker and weaker as the
punches get stringer. Yoongi is just watching, frozen in his place when he sees
the little kid pick up the gun that was tucked away in the drawer. Yoongi’s
interest spikes and he moves a little closer to have a better look. It’s so
damn dark out, no one will see him and frankly Yoongi doesn’t care if anyone
does. He wants to see this play out.
 
The kid’s hands are shaking; he is pointing the gun at his own father. What
will he do?? Protect his mother by killing his father or be too much of a
coward to make any move and let his mother die?
 
It’s a life or death situation and Yoongi feels on edge as he watches on. One
small pull of a trigger and the kid’s entire future goes down the drain.
 
“Do it.”Yoongi whispers under his breath as he watches the kid through the
window. He wants to see what happens; wants to see this kid’s innocence get
destroyed.
 
The kid looks like he has decided to pull the trigger and Yoongi watches in
anticipation as the kid pulls the trigger. The father is quick to jump, able to
move away just in time but the bullet goes and hits the mother right in the
chest and she falls on the ground dead in an instant.
 
Loud screams from the kid erupts as he throws the gun away and runs to his
mother’s side who is bleeding onto the floor, her eye wide and shock frozen.
The father is shaking in his place, all drunkenness gone as he screams when he
sees all the blood that’s spilled on the floor.
 
Yoongi’s lips curve up sinfully and he steps back from the place and dials the
ambulance from his fake phone. He gives them the address, says that the heard a
gunshot and before the woman can ask him anything or track him he cuts the call
and waits for approximately 5 minutes before he destroys the recorded phone
call in the emergency call database through his other phone. It’s safe to make
it look like he never called.
 
As Yoongi hears the ambulance make its way in the far distance, he begins to
walk away from the streets, dodging to move into wider streets. He doesn’t
really care about what happens to the kid or the father, for all he knows the
stupid police and the government would make them stay together for a long time
despite what happened. Yoongi wonders if the kid would be able to live like a
sane person or not.
 
Yoongi hears some rustling behind him followed by quick footsteps and he turns
back just in time to see Jungkook moving to hide behind a tree. Yoongi doesn’t
stop though; continues to walk ahead and he shakes his head. Such poor hiding
and stalking skills even though Jungkook has been following for few years now.
 
Yoongi had thought that by now Jungkook would pick up a thing or two from him
but there is no point. The young boy is just very immature. To be fair Jungkook
isn’t pursuing a career or has any interest in killing people so Yoongi is a
little lenient but tis Jungkook’s life goal to kill Yoongi so he expects the
boy to be a little more prepared. He is dealing with a deadly man after all.
 
It’s been 9 years now. How long will it take Jungkook to make his first move?
He is the one Yoongi waits on the most. He wants to have his fun with him
already, if only Jungkook grew some fucking balls and tried to do something.
 
Yoongi walks at his usual pace, still hears Jungkook’s relatively loud foot
steps behind him in the quiet night but he doesn’t quicken or slows his pace.
He adjusts his cap and feels something wet on it. He brings his hand in front
of him and sees the blood that seemed to have gotten stuck on it. He did not
know that cutting the jugular of someone neck would squirt so much blood out.
It almost looked like how it is in the movies. Yoongi doesn’t go for the neck
as much so that fountain of blood was kind of a surprise. Yoongi wipes the
blood to his pants and turns around a corner.
 
Jungkook has been hot on his heels, following Yoongi since the beginning of the
night and so now as Yoongi disappears from his sight he quickens his pace to
catch up after him when he hears someone yell at him.
 
Jungkook immediately turns, soul on edge as he is doing something illegal and
so he reacts a bit to quickly to everything, Jungkook freezes in place when he
sees an officer come up to him, an torch in the man’s hand and the other
hovering over his gun that’s inside the holster. Jungkook wants to dash, he
can’t get caught but the officer is having a gun so Jungkook doesn’t want to
try anything with him. He can’t get shot, it’s too risky and so he thinks up of
a lie.
 
As the officer comes to him under the streetlight Jungkook sees the officer is
actually a bit shorter than him, hairs blonde and lips all plump. Jungkook’s
eyes immediately flits to the man’s name place which says ‘Park Jimin.’
 
“Can i help you officer?”Jungkook asks, voice firm, trained.
 
Jimin looks him over, checks out the other for any weapons before he asks “why
have you been following that man?”
 
“Following? No i haven’t been following anyone.”Jungkook denies and tries to
keep his voice smooth and steady but apparently that’s the mistake he made. He
sounded too convincing.
 
Jimin raises a brow and then rounds Jungkook up as he tells him “really now? We
came here because we got a call that there has been a murder here and we come
to see you suspiciously following another man in the middle of the night.”
 
“I’m just walking on the road officer. That’s not illegal and i didn’t know if
there about a murder happening here.” Jungkook lies.
 
He has seen the boy kill his mother. He had wanted to help the boy, wanted to
run and stop the man from hitting his wife but Yoongi was right there and he
couldn’t risk exposing himself. Not after all these years of following and
studying him.
 
Jimin isn’t convinced and so he inquires “is that so? Then why didn’t you turn
any other way other than the one in which that man was leaving?”
 
“My house is that way.”Jungkook answers quickly but then immediacy regrets it.
He is far away from home; this isn’t even close to his hometown. He is all the
way in Ilsan, staying in a hotel room where all his fucking stuff is.
 
“Really now? Let’s go and check it out then.”Jimin says and then grabs
Jungkook’s arm, pushing him towards the road when Jungkook stands frozen in his
place and stutters “uh actually i…”
 
Jimin looks at the boy and asks him with a little raised voice “what’s wrong,
kid? Let’s go home. I want to ask your mother why she is letting a kid like you
walk outside at this time of the night.”
 
“I’m 24. I don’t stay with my parents.”Jungkook says and its true but he is
really in a pinch. This officer is way too persistent and Jungkook hates that.
 
“Oh, then let’s ask your neighbors around shall we?”jimin only says and drags
Jungkook away.
 
Jungkook panics then, feels his blood rushing through his veins and he needs to
do something quick so he harshly pushes jimin away who falls on the ground and
he begins to run.
 
“Fuck!”jimin curses and gets up on his feet and gets in position, taking out
his gun and warns Jungkook “stop or I’ll shoot.”
 
When Jungkook doesn’t listen and continues to run, jimin shoots to the ground
right next to Jungkook and the running boy stills in his place. He pants as he
feels anger and panic set in him. He hears jimin come running towards him and
so he lifts up his hands which jimin cuffs as soon as he gets to him.
 
Jimin hits Jungkook’s knee causing the younger to kneel on the ground and jimin
cuffs his other wrist too as he barks at him “Yeah, you are coming with me to
the station, kid. I’m going to make sure you understand what it means to mess
with the police.”
 
As Jungkook gets arrested and thrown into the police car, Yoongi watches on. He
sees Jungkook trying to explain something to jimin but the officer isn’t
listening to him. Yoongi smirks then and then wonders if he should follow them
but then he hears the horn of the car from behind him.
 
Yoongi turns to see his black Mercedes waiting for him with a driver seated
inside. He walks up to the car and gets inside. He immediately sighs as the
driver starts up the car and Yoongi removes his cap and mask and sets it aside.
 
“Any request, boss?”his driver asks and Yoongi smiles at him as he tells him
“yes, please take me home through the scenic route. I’m feeling good tonight.”
 
The driver only nods and Yoongi relaxes in his seat as the car dashes off.
Yoongi opens the champagne bottle in the car and sips on it, humming at the
taste.
 
He is finally relieved.
 
The game has begun and now he can finally play with Jungkook. He has it all
planned. Now that Jungkook is arrested, he is going to bail him out and
Jungkook is going to come searching for him all by himself out of curiosity and
if not out of spite.
 
Yoongi knows it’s his victory because you know as they say ‘curiosity killed
the cat.’
Chapter End Notes
     I’m going to divide Jungkook’s story into bits because then I feel
     that I’ll update quicker and yes! Jimin is a part of this story too
     so be prepared for some yoonminkook.
     Thank you for being with me even after a year. Love you all so much
     and thanks for everything! the comments are always so good to read.
End Notes
     thank you so much for reading.
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