sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ | ᴍ.ʏɢ +ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

three.

White city lights flickered, the creepy shadows seeming more alive as night took over. The blonde haired male hidden in the shadows as energetic people passed, his hands tingling for action. The man smirked, following a petite woman as she went down the alleyway alone, she was stupid for not checking her surroundings. He watched her carefully, his eyes grazing over her body as he mentally gagged in disgust; not his type. Not Jimin. He quickly walked up close to her, grabbing her waist and covering her mouth, pressing her against the wall. She screamed into his hand, thrashing about as he bit her ear, moving down to kiss down her neck. 

"Let g-go!" A muffled cry escaped her lips, trying to kick him as he only pushed her harder into the wall. She was loud and annoying; Yoongi hated it. He finally had enough and slammed her head against the brick wall, a wail sounding from her throat. He repeated the action until blood was splattered across her face and the mahogany bricks. He backed off, watching as she collapsed towards the pavement, sliding down the wall, blood smearing onto the dirty surface. His breath hitched, a high he hasn't felt in years come rushing back. A creepy grin lit up on his face as he leaned down, grabbing the ladies arm and stepping on it, cackling when the bone snapped. 

"Anh~ F-fuck..." He groaned, slightly turned on by the blood seeping onto her chest and neck, dripping onto the floor. He crouched down, his hands shaking as they hovered over the body. The blonde grabbed his lighter and put the flame up to her hair and clothes, watching as it scorched her body, engulfing her in flames. 

Yoongi's breath hitched again, scurrying away from the burning woman and smiling, a low laugh coming from his parted, chapped lips. His pale skin glowing at the light of the fire, sunken in eyes seeming less dead. He stood up, dipping his fingers into the blood and bringing them back up into his mouth, groaning a bit as the metallic flavor dripped down his throat. 

"Bye bye." With that he left, disappearing into the dimly lit streets, his dark clothes blending in nicely. His head shot up when he heard angelic giggling, eyes widening at pink fluffy hair bouncing as a small boy with his friends walked in his direction. His breath caught in his throat at the familiar boy, his mind racing about what to do. By the time he thought of what to say or do, the pink haired boy and his friends had already walked by him, not even sparing him a glance. 

"J-Jimin..." He sighed, turning around and watching the small boy walk away, his laughter filling the streets. He ducked his head, walking back to his home and slamming the door behind him, fuming with anger and excitement. Anger at the fact that his little angel didn't even notice him, and excitement because he was free; free to do whatever he wanted again, free to hurt, free to love, and free to take. 

He scrambled up to his room, closing the door and sighing at the pictures of Jimin littering the walls and floor. Hundreds of them. Cute and adorable from his Instagram, hot and slutty from his live shows, pictures taken from the school grounds, from outings, events, etc. It had been about two months since he saw Jimin's live, and he has never missed one since. He had found out his address, his phone number, and what he did in his day. He was obsessed. Every time he tried to deny it, he would only watch Jimin's live and dig himself deeper into his lie. 

ⓨⓜ

"Strawberry shortcake, please~" Yoongi's head snapped up at the sweet voice, his attention moving to the counter from where he was seated in the corner of the cafe. His eyes trailed over the boys outfit; tight black jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, white and pink striped shirt that was slightly over his shoulder, exposing the back of his neck and probably his collar bones. Jimin giggled as the server gave him his order, turning around for a place to sit, his eyes meeting the blondes. Yoongi immediately looked down, his knee bouncing and hands shaking at the eye contact they shared. Jimin smiled a little at the boys 'shyness' and walked over to him, taking a seat in the opposite chair, placing the cute, pink cake in front of him. 

"Hi! I noticed you were looking at me." Yoongi didn't look up, his eyes watching Jimin's tiny hands cut the cake.

"Yeah." Jimin awkwardly looked around, all of the tables were filled up so he might as well stay. 

"I like your hair, it's cool." This time Yoongi looked up, his dark orbs staring into Jimin's. The younger blushed a bit; the blonde was much hotter up close. Yoongi licked his lips, trying his absolute best to keep his cool and not freak out. 

"Mhm. I know." Jimin gulped, his eyes looking down towards his cake, taking a bite and staring at the table, hating the silence. 

"You don't talk a lot, do you?" Yoongi smirked, his eyes staring at Jimin's plump lips, feeling himself harden at the sight as they wrapped around the fork, his tongue slipping out and catching stray frosting.

"Do I need to?" Jimin chuckled a little, shoving more cake into his mouth and looking back up at Yoongi. 

"I guess not, would you mind just for a little though?" Jimin asked, his eyelashes fluttering a little. The poor boy didn't know who he was flirting with. 

"I'm better with actions, rather than words...but sure." Yoongi smirked, grabbing the knife and taking a small bite from the boys cake. Jimin blushed a little more at the boy's words, lightly shaking his head. 

"Okay, sooo life story!" Yoongi flinched a little, an unsettling grin forming across his lips. 

"I was put in an mental hospital for the criminally insane for seven years, just got out." Jimin's eyes widened, staying quiet for a minute before laughing a little, smiling up at the older. 

"Okay, seriously though. You seem like a nice guy, so what are you like?" Yoongi smirked, shaking his head a little at the cute boy, his eyes flicking to his neck then to his lips and back up to his eyes, slightly flustering the boy. 

"I'm twenty-seven, I'm cruel, obsessive, I like to hurt things, and I just got out of a mental hospital for the criminally insane." Jimin's smile faltered, quickly looking around before bringing the cake closer to himself. Yoongi smirked at the fear he sensed, deciding to play with the boy while he was with him in person. He leaned over the table, his hand reaching under the table and squeezing the boy's thigh, making Jimin gasp. 

"Still think I'm a nice guy, Park Jimin?"

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