Would You Kill For Love? | Vmin

Sixteen

POV: Jimin
"You've been a good boy," Taehyung whispered, his words giving me a shiver down my spine.

"Th-thank you, d-daddy," I replied, looking up at him. "Daddy?"

"What is it, baby boy?" he asked.

"Have I been p-punished?"

"Damn right, you have."

Yoongi seemed to have escaped, leaving a trail of pills behind him as some of them were stuffed into his pockets by Taehyung, to make it seem as if he had taken those pills himself.

Jin was still lifeless, dead, gone. His corpse in an unnatural position- Yoongi must've moved his body.

I couldn't get my head around the fact that Taehyung had actually killed Jin: it finally got to me, it kicked in. My brain started to function again, properly.

"Argh!" I shrieked, shivering. I couldn't bear looking at Seokjin like that.

Glancing at him just once was enough for me to feel major regret for banging Taehyung. Honestly, though, I was being punished.

"What's the matter, baby?" Taehyung purred, putting on his underwear and clothes. I was frozen, my hands were shaking.

"You.... Murderer!" I screeched, not being able to hold back my tears. "I-I just fucked a murderer! I can't believe I just did that!"

"You only managed to realise that now, you bastard?" he spat. "Ah, you're filthy, just like the rest of 'em," he squinted. "You were being punished for what you've done, I don't see anything wrong with that."

"What the fuck do you mean, I'm a bastard?!" I cried out, losing my temper. This fucking bitch, how dare he. "You're a psychotic murderer! A rapist! What the fuck are you on about?! If anything, you're a filthy bastard!" I wiped my tears.

I looked down at Jin's body, to which my eyesight now blurred by my tears, as they fell onto his body.

I grabbed his back gently, hoisting him up so that I could carry him. Blood went everywhere, especially on my hands.

"Fuck," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Jin... you'll be put to peace, now, don't worry," I assured him, cupping his cheek with one hand.

He still had his soft skin, even though it was covered by blood that was splattered everywhere on his body.

"I love you," I kissed him. I didn't care about Taehyung. He had killed who I loved the most in my life, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it.

No, fucking way.

yALL I THINK I'm going to wrap this up at 18 or maybe 20 parts depending on how I want to end this shitty story because I wanna finish this off cuz there's like barely any plot and it's just sex so yeah bYE pEACE