FORGET ME NOT ~ A PJM FANFICTION

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Jimin's POV

It was her cremation day. Young Soon had died and no one knew the actual cause. While I was returning back alone from the secluded house back to New York, to our mansion, it hit my mind what if someone asks about her. What was I supposed to say? And then, I did something crazy. I stopped my car, locked it and went back to the house. My eyes kept on searching for her. "Becca..." I yelled.

Becca was our maid. At one call, she came running downstairs. My eyes were set on hers as I picked up the kitchen knife kept on the table. Her eyes darted to the same and that made her stand still on the staircase. She was agitated. "Becca... What happened? Come here." I chortled.

"Sir, What are you doing with the knife and where is madam? I haven't seen her since two days." She said panickly.

"Becca stop asking unnecessary questions and do as I say or else it won't be good!" I yelled.

She shivered in fright and slowly made her way towards me. She was young and attractive. Her golden hair locks shined as the lights fell on her cute round face, fair skin, just like Young Soon, Golden locks and cute pouty red lips. Only the eye colour was different. Well after death, eyes remain shut so it won't be a problem. She came closer to me and that's when I looked at her, shaking with trepidation.

"Becca how do you feel about me?"

"Huh?" She asked. All confused.

I held her by her waist pulling her closer to me. "Sir what are you doing?" She wiggled in my embrace.

I caressed her round cute cheeks. "How old are you Becca?"

"Twenty sir." She spoke hesitantly.

"Too young..... And beautiful..." I smirked at her.

"Sir please, leave me. I have lots of work to do."

"From today you don't need to do any work my Becca."

She stared at me with eyes full of fear. I brought the knife closer to her cheeks, slowly dangling it down her cheeks to her neck and her collar bone. "Becca, am I bad?"

"What sir?"

"Becca, Am I a bad man? Young Soon left me Becca!" I could feel tears filling my eyes. She was horrified.

"Sir, I don't know anything. Please let me go!"

"You bitch!" I shoved her on the floor. "How dare you ignore my words ? I was saying something right!" I yelled and sat on my knees before her. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her closer to me.

*Aaah!" She groaned in pain. I could see her. I saw the pain in her eyes, no, it was not pain. It was guilt. Guilt of cheating on me and now she was fearing the consequences. She was a bitch, a pure bitch, a whore who married me and then fucked other men. She never loved me. She shattered me. I grabbed her hair more tight, the tears streamed down her cheeks. She kept on moving her legs and trying to push me. I brought the knife closer to her neck. All the pain she had given me, this was nothing for her. I was still so merciful towards her, I guess because I loved her.

I slashed the knife against her neck, and her eyes widened, the red nerves of her eyes, filling the white aqueous humour and the way tears stopped. Blood started to ooze out from the thin lining I had just created on her neck.

S-L-A-S-H-

Another strike...

She fell down completely surrendering herself to me. "Young Soon, I can never forget all the good things that you make me experience. I won't ever. But baby, I had never expected you to turn like this. You made me a psychopath. I just killed Becca, assuming her to be you. I don't know how many more women will become prey to this nature of mine."