Secret || PJM || Under Editing

Ten.

( Jimin's POV )

     After RM took the corpse away, I put some scented candles in y/n's room and then made a quick fire out back to burn the bloody clothes. I couldn't have her find out about anything.

     I'm surprised I haven't been caught yet, really. Once I went in I started making sure I didnt miss anything in y/n's room. Then I slowly walked towards the basement door opening it. Y/n looked at me and her eyes narrowed, she shoved me out of the door way and stomped to her room obviously pissed at me.

     I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was when she was mad, "Imma have to lock you down there more often so I can see your mad side." I said with a playful chuckle only to receive a death glare from her, "Go. To. Hell." She hissed and went to walk away to her room but I smiled anyways, grabbing waist and leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Baby if I go to hell I'm taking you with me..."

     Y/n shoved me away as I said that and crossed her arms, "No thanks, I'd rather go wherever you're not." She said coldly, I gasped dramatically placing my hand over my heart. "You hurt my feels." I joked and smiled at her. She just stared at me, silence filling the room as I became lost in my thoughts.

     I couldn't help but think about US.
This girl.. I couldn't explain it entirely but my heart.. it beats faster when I'm around her.. like when I'm killing... I wanna eat her ... all up.. only me.. no one else. I closed my eyes huffing and feeling as my sanity began to come back.

     Quickly I turned around, pulling Y/n into my arms, she stared up at me, struggling to get free which made me chuckle softly. I pressed my nose gently against her and gazed into her eyes. "Love me..." I whispered softly to her and gently held her waist tighter. "That's all I ask for." 

     Y/n froze at my words her cheeks heating up, "Shut up!" She said slapping me in the chest before she pushed away and turned around, I balled my fists and looked away, a little hurt she pushed away.

Should a monster like me even be able to love?

     Who needs LOVE it will just get in my way... my smile grew wider once again but then I frowned. But..I need that..I shouldn't be doing this...I'm not a killer

Look again Jimin you are..

    I shook my head and bit my bottom lip "that's not me.." I said to the voice in my head. The room went silent again. "What's not you?" Y/n asked turning towards me her eyebrow raised in confusion. I came back to reality, my eyes widening and quickly said, "nothing!"

     I sighed out loud and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter, staring into the sink— watching as drops of water dripped slowly out of it. Everything around me suddenly went silent, all I could seem to hear was the dripping sound from the sink and kids laughing in the distance.

  
Park jimin
Age : 9
December 19th, 19 years ago.

     I held firmly onto my book bag strap, slowly walking towards my classroom. I wasn't looking forward to going there, the kids were mean to me.
Even still I dragged myself towards the classroom and once I got inside I went to my seat but as I went to sit down the girl next to me yanked the chair out from under me.

    I fell straight on the ground, listening to the class as they laughed and laughed yelling, "loser." The girl next to me laughed out loud and pointed at my clothes. "Look at you, did your mommy dress you awww poor baby." She laughed, I could feel the anger boiling inside of me, I blew a fuse and stood up straight. I glared at the girl, staring as she laughed before I punched her as hard as I could in the face. Not caring she was a girl, she deserved it.
"Do it again bitch, I dare you." I snarled are her, unfortunately my teacher came in at the worst time, and only seen me punch the girl so I was the only one who'd got in trouble.

    I sat in the hallway listening to the conversation happening in the principals room. "Your child pinched a girl in the face!" The teacher raised her voice a little as she argued with the principal and my mom. "Jimin is a sweetheart! He'd never do something like that unless he was provoked! I don't appreciate you trying to tell me MY child should be sent to some military school!" They argued, my father stayed silent. I was afraid to hear what he'd say really...

     They sat there arguing for awhile until they made the teacher leave, she kept mean mugging me as she walked by so I stuck my tongue out at her and shook my head. She was really annoying, thinks everyone else is just angels while I'm the only actual decent kid.. I flinched when I suddenly felt myself being lifted off the chair by my collar. "Dad-!" I whined as he carried me out of the school like that with my mom following behind, "Put him down!!" She said trying to push my dad away from me. "No! I'm tired of this little monster."

Monster...

    That word echoed through my mind all those years, over and over again.

   
Part ten end.