ninelie - yoonmin Gumiho AU

normal?

Jimin is a normal person who happens to live in a neighborhood that has gangs, homeless people, and drunkards. It's not like he can afford anything more, having to dedicate most of his earnings for the dance major of a nearby university.

It would be safe to say that his mornings are the average too. He wakes up early, brushes teeth and changes into his clothes. Moving to grab leftovers from the fridge to heat them up, he flicks on the TV while waiting for the microwave. Jimin's eyes glued to the screen, hearing the voice of the reporter layered over a picture of an alleyway which he recognizes.

"Several bodies of the local gang has been found on X Street, a total of 5. Last sightings reported that it is the same murderer as last time.

"But isn't it good that this culprit is getting rid of the gang members? That decreases the unease in the city right?"

"You may be right, but the hearts were taken out agai-"

Jimin slams down the remote onto the kitchen counter. His palms clammy at the mention of how the victims died, again.

'hearts were taken out."

That serial killer has been on the news for a couple weeks now, although reports of his activity date back to a several years before. Jimin knows from first hand experience that his area is at the highest risk. Why?

Because all the incidents were in Jimin's neighborhood. He swears every day that passes with him making it out alive he silently thanked whatever God out that that allows him to be this lucky. The obnoxious 'ding' of the microwave rang out in the stuffy silence of his apartment, signaling that the food was done. The college student makes his way further into the kitchen, grabbing the container and starts eating. He has only a little while, so he wolfs down the food and heads out for his classes.

It was only a few steps until the first calamity of the day struck.

Thanks to zoning out, Jimin bumped into a stranger. An extremely intimidating stranger.

"Where the fuck are those eyes of yours at?"

' Fuck, not again. '

Jimin didn't even get to stutter out a sorry before the other man snaps back.

"What the fuck? You bump into me and don't apologize? The fuck your manners at?"

Oh god, Jimin is scared the shit out of him. Did he bump into a gang member? He doesn't even dare to look at the man yelling at him, but barely catches a glimmer of gold in the man's eyes as he sneaks a glance up.

"Sorry-"

"Fucking hell, how are you still surviving in this godforsaken neighborhood?!"

"Sorry!-"

"Scram kid, I don't have time for you."

The man walks off, his black hair shuffling on his head as he moves away. Jimin is in shock of such a horrible attitude. He mutters under his breath when he's sure the black-haired man is out of earshot.

"Yeah, sure looks like you don't have time for me asshole..."

But then as if all odds were against him, the man's head snapped back to him, face fixed in a glare that could kill a man.

"What did you fucking say, huh?!"

"Not that you would care."

And Jimin runs in the direction of his college, sure that regret over his last words to the scary stranger will affect his performance in class.

He's done, it's over, and he's tired. The classes went extra hard on the new moves, and it only got harder. Jimin makes a beeline to his ratty apartment, wanting to ignore whatever happens on the niches of the dark streets. He tries to ignore the slamming sound of bodies hitting concrete harshly, something that he has frequently heard before. The student's nerves must be fried, since he would never approach such thing before, but deciding that it was a good idea to do so now? The world loves to prove him wrong.

And so his feet carry him there, shadows scuffling along in the dim twilight. Quiet as a mouse, he moves closer to where the commotion was, only to see a figure surrounded by large, red and fluffy (?) things. Jimin takes in the sight, unconsciously counting the things and there were nine.

That wasn't the concern though, under the tails stuck out a foot that was mercilessly grinding against one of the thug's head, pressing the crook's face into the ground. A rough voice was mumbling something, but Jimin couldn't make it out. He crept in, careful not to make a sound so he could listen in.

" You dare cross me huh?-"

" Would you like your heart to be eaten as well?"

Shit, this was a mistake. He needs to get away from here, now. The killer on the news, this is him. The heart-taker, the gang-killer. The truly terrifying fact came crashing down on Jimin on why the hearts were missing.

Jesus Christ, the killer eats hearts. It's twisted, wrong, it's cannibalism. Backing away, the usually-nimble man stepped on a can , of all things, the metallic noise snapped him out of his stupor. Hearing the noise, the serial killer snapped around, and holy shit the golden eyes that glow in the dark.

Jimin's mind shut down, driving his body away from the scene and instincts screaming run, run, get away from that-

That monster.

Of all the things that could happen again, he crashed into something. Or rather, someone who just happens to be a part of a gang that he recognizes as someone in cahoots with the beaten up thug in the alleyway. The burly man before him opened his mouth to shout an insult, but then red flashed at the corner of Jimin's vision. A sickening sound of flesh digging into flesh, the feeling of droplets hitting him lightly.

He ran, passed out the moment he gets in and shut his apartment door.

The next morning, Jimin realizes he's late for college. But also wearing clothes that had blood on it.

And so, into the trash they go.

He barely had time to change before rushing off to class, bumping yet into another person. Jeez, how many people did he run into since yesterday-

Oh shit.

The college student runs off, leaving a black haired man in the dust wondering just what the hell is wrong with that kid.

The black-haired man being Yoongi. The one who Jimin saw in the alleyways, but never recognized.