DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『part three, two』

_apologies, 9:01pm_

Jumin finally awoke, groaning as he climbed out of his bed, limbs and head aching. He slowly made his way to the kitchen. Once his eyes fell upon the bottle and the cake, he knew instantly that Seven was gone. Tears began forming on his lashes but he simply pushed them away.

He walked over to the counter and was about to throw the cake away when he noticed.. a strange bottle...

His hand wrapped around it and he read the label, then crushed it in his hands.

The spoiled cake was pushed into the trash and Jumin got on his feet, grabbing his keys and leaving for MC's house.

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His knuckles rapped on her door and it was opened just a crack. The girl peeked at Jumin and tittered nervously.

"H-Hi, Jumin...."

The man smiled of course, not a hint of anger noticeable in his face. He acted perfectly fine, not once giving her a reason to shut him out. "May I come in? I want to talk about what happened today."

"Sure..."

Slowly, the door was opened and Jumin stepped inside, looking around the house. Plain. Like her. But, he smiled, looking at her with kind eyes. He watched as she walked around the living area, watched as she offered him a seat, watched as she poured him a glass of water. He watched her. Carefully. Because if he was about to do this, he was going to do it very carefully. There would be no consequences for him, none whatsoever. But she needed to not be aware of what was happening until she was―

"Jumin?"

He looked up at her and then smiled again. "Ah, yes... I trust that nothing really happened, right? Maybe you two were just fooling around?" He took a couple sips from his cup.

"Yes! Yes, that's all that happened. I'm so sorry, Jumin," MC apologized, a blush covering her cheeks. Her long brown hair fell into her eyes again and the girl rushed to push back her locks again.

A smile tugged on the older male's lips as he stood, walking closer to MC and gradually pushing her back against the seat she was sitting on. "How about we fool around?" Jumin growled lowly.

The blush on her cheeks darkened as she looked up at Jumin, her mouth slightly open.. and watering. The girl nodded slowly.

Jumin closed her eyes with his hand, his eyes swirling with hatred. What a whore. He pulled off his belt, the buckle and clasp clanking a little and making the girl gasp. Oh yes.. she'll be gasping about something else in a short moment.

"Keep your eyes closed," Jumin ordered, his voice low. He watched MC nod as he grasped his belt, suddenly wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes flew open and she yelped, clawing at the leather as he tightened the belt, shaking with rage.

The man snarled loudly, pushing her back and holding her down with his knee. "This is what you get... FOR SLEEPING WITH MY LUCIEL...! FOR DRUGGING HIM, FOR THAT SHIT YOU PULLED, YOU WHORE! FUCKING DIE!"

He waited, trembling with anger as he strangled her until her eyes rolled up and her arms fell limp beside her body. Jumin stayed still for a moment, staring without regret into her lifeless eyes. Finally he pulled away, sliding his belt back on and huffing softly. With a turn, he brushed his hair back and then got himself some alcohol.

Not a moment later MC's phone rang, so Jumin walked over and pulled her phone from her pocket, causing her corpse to flop to the floor. Jumin didn't give a shit.

"Hello~? I'm sorry... MC is busy right now," he chuckled softly. The man kicked her, making sure she was really gone.

"Jumin...? Wh...What are you doing.." Seven's voice came from the speaker, quiet.

Coldly, Jumin said, "She drugged you, Seven."

He glared down at the body again, gritting his teeth and looking at the wall in front of him, staring at the phone because Seven... hung up on him.

"Tch."

Jumin took MC's body to his car and threw it in, then sped off. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, driving to the edge of town. He pulled into a gas station and parked the car where he could see it, but no one else could. He bought a canister of gasoline and a lighter.. and of course he couldn't forget cigarettes.

He got into the car and drove into the woods, his eyes dead as he stared straight where he was driving, and not at all at the dead body in his backseat. Once he was far out enough, he opened the back and picked up MC's corpse, tossing it into a nearby ditch. Yawning, he poured a copious amount of gasoline onto her body and then lit her on fire.

Then he lit his cigarette.

He watched her burn for a couple minutes, before adding branches and leaves to the mix and leaving the fire and the burnt body to disappear.

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After the line disconnected, Seven was nearly screaming as he dialed Jaehee's number again.

He didn't particularly care, but Jumin sounded dangerously murder-y, and he couldn't take any chances. Besides... if MC really did drug him.. then those matters would be taken to the police. Surely.. surely Jumin wouldn't resort to murder.

Right?

Seven stared at his phone, begging silently for Jaehee to pick up.

Finally, the ringing stopped and Jaehee's voice was heard. "Is this Seven?"

The redhead sobbed into the phone as he clutched it, his voice shaking as much as his body. "Jaehee! J-Jumin was at MC's house! Y-You need to go ch-check on him, now!" He blinked back more tears as he screamed desperately. "PLEASE! Jumin.. he needs to calm down! He... he's done something... I-I.. Jaehee..." his voice broke. "PLEASE!"