"Don't you dare."
Jungkook smirked and walked past Jimin, aware that the spirit was following him.
"What? You think just because you showed up I'm suddenly going to stop?" Jungkook asked, turning around and leaning against the wall. "Sorry Jimin, I really don't plan on it."
It was really a flash as Jimin basically jumped on Jungkook and pinned him against the wall, grip on his wrists harsh as he stared him down. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, wiggling his wrists slightly in attempt to free them.
Jimin was a lot stronger than he looks. He thought.
"You are not taking anyone's life tonight do you hear me?" Jimin hissed, Jungkook gulping and staring into the spirits eyes. He had only seen him this angry once before, which was the time he discovered the knife he was killed with in the kitchen drawer.
"J-Jimin-"
"I don't know if you realize how fucking miserable I am, but I'll try and explain it to you." The spirit sneered, "I can't speak or communicate with anyone except for you. Not my family, not Taehyung, not anyone. I can see them, but they'll never notice me again! It's hell Jungkook! Are you seriously thinking of killing someone else after you know exactly what happens to them afterwards?"
Jungkook shrugged.
"It's hardly even been two weeks since you killed me!" Jimin exclaimed, Jungkook biting his lip as he felt Jimin's fingernails dig into the flesh at his wrists.
"Jimin let go, p-please." Jungkook normally would try to act as the tougher of the two, but the position they were currently in was reminding him of something he'd rather keep locked away.
"Why should I?"
Jungkook felt his throat constrict and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"M-Mommy let go!"
"Why should I, Jungkookie?"
Jimin's eyebrows shot up, loosening his grip slightly.
Her grip tightened around her son's throat, the boy coughing as he was pressed against the wall of his bedroom. "You never listen. I'm just teaching you a lesson."
"Jungkook?" Jimin had noticed the quick change in the younger's attitude, letting go of his wrists as he felt Jungkook begin to shake.
"Stop!"
White dots blurred Jungkook's vision, his mother's estranged face becoming blurry due to his tears.
Jungkook slid down the wall, bringing his knees up to his chest as he breathed in shaky breaths, memories playing in his mind like a video tape.
"You're lucky I haven't killed you yet."
Jimin leaned down next to Jungkook, really unsure what to say as he watched the raven hair boy shake. "Jungkook?" He kept his voice soft, Jungkook's eyes still squeezed shut.
"N-No!" Jungkook exclaimed, making the spirit jump. "I-I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"
Jimin's eyes couldn't help but feel guilty, lightly placing his hand on Jungkook's knee. The younger's eyes flew open, looking terrified as he stared at the spirit in front of him.
"Are you alright?" Jimin's voice was soft, Jungkook looking down and taking a shaky breath. It had been awhile since he had a breakdown that bad.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Jungkook looked down at his wrists, a few crescent shaped indents were the only injuries he could see there, besides past ones at least.
"You didn't." He mumbled, sitting cross-legged and watched as Jimin mirrored his actions. "I-I.."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I'm begging you Jungkook, don't go out tonight. Don't take any lives." Jungkook's eyes watered as he listened to Jimin's words and he cursed softy as he wiped the tears away.
"You're changing me and I don't like it."
"That means I'm doing my job right then."
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The night was quiet after that.
Jungkook didn't end up going out, swapping his all black attire for a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. Jimin still wore Taehyung's old sweater, sitting on the couch next to Jungkook as they both watched re-runs of old dramas.
"I really am sorry about earlier." Jimin mumbled, drawing circles on the fabric of the couch.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you hated me. I don't get why you're so hung up over this." He stated, Jimin shrugging.
"I just... I know I act like I'm this big bad spirit who could kill you if he wanted but.. My conscience is too strong to let me hurt anyone." He sighed. "You looked so scared and you.."
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
"I what?" He asked, turning his attention onto the spirit.
"You reminded me of how I felt the night you killed me." Jungkook gulped. "I felt like a monster."
The younger looked down and exhaled, tapping his fingers along the arm of the couch. You feel like a monster? He thought.
Jimin never used to be a huge problem for Jungkook, a nuisance at worst. But now he was tapping into emotions that Jungkook had kept under a lock and key for the longest time.
And he didn't know how to feel about it.
"Jimin, let me tell you a story." Jungkook sighed, turning the face the orange haired male and sighing; mentally preparing himself for the tale he was about to tell. Jimin nodded and turned as well.
"When I was younger, it was just my dad, me, and my mom in my house. My brother died a few months after I was born so I hardly even got to meet him." Jungkook took a deep breath, continuing on with the story. "My parents never stopped grieving, eventually it became so bad that my dad walked out on us. Starting a new life to forget his old one. That just leaves me and my mom then." Jimin nodded softly. "She became different after dad left. If I forgot to put my dish away: a punch to the face. Woke up late? No food for a week. The reason I kind of broke down back there was.." Jungkook looked down. "You reminded me of my mom."
Jimin paled, the guilt he once felt even worse than before.
"When I turned sixteen, she tried to kill me." Jungkook continued, wiping at his watery eyes. "I was watching TV when she came at me with a knife from the kitchen." He pulled his shirt collar down, a wide scar that Jimin hadn't noticed before standing out starkly against the boy's tanned skin. "I didn't mean to Jimin. But I didn't want to die!" Jungkook gave up on wiping away the tears that ran down his face. "I turned the blade and I stabbed her Jimin. I killer her. I killed my own mom."
Jimin gulped, scooting closer and resting his hand on top of Jungkook's arm.
"I don't really remember the three years after that. My memory seems to black out, all I know is that I killed someone on my last day of being eighteen, and now I-I can't help it." He stared down at his hands, Jimin rubbing calming circles into the fabric of his shirt sleeve. "It doesn't justify me being a killer, I know. I just thought you deserved an explanation."
Jimin bit his lip softly before leaning in slowly and wrapping his arms around Jungkook, tucking his head into the crook of the younger's neck. Jungkook's eyes widened and he tensed up, wrapping his arms around Jimin as well, resting his head atop the spirit's.
And really, he wanted to push Jimin away, but he hadn't told anyone that ever and Jimin provided the comforted he needed... He just couldn't help it.
If you told Jimin that he'd be hugging the person who murdered him on their couch at twelve am, he'd tell you that you were crazy.
If you told Jungkook that he would quite like the spirit's embrace, he'd tell you that you were lying.
