MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirteen

I put on my face mask, fastening my pace. There were still plenty of people despite it being so late. Maybe because partying was a huge thing not only with college students, but in Korean in general. 

My gaze dropped on the familiar building, and before I was close enough, I took a route, a route I know would lead me to the back of the building. 

It wasn't a long walk. And behind the building, there was a small forest. And there weren't any people. There was a steel door, and I took out a piclock. I researched the building - that two people would often be in the room. 

And that thought made me hesitate. I pocketed it, and searched for anything I use around me. My eyes landed on a liquor bottle, and I grabbed it. I put it inside my bag, and climbed a tree. It wasn't too tall - since I needed to jump down afterwards. 

I took a deep breath and threw the bottle against the door, watching the glass fall to the ground. As expected, one of the men poked his head outside. Once he saw the broken glass on the floor, he called his friend. 

I took the opportunity. I threw a knife nearby, and when that caught their attention, I jumped from the tree and stabbed the first man behind the neck. When the man that made his way to the knife saw me, I threw another knife, by his foot. 

He seemed too shock to scream for help. And that made things easier. I tackled him, before stabbing him in the neck. Cursing under my breath, I took the time to hide their bodies. I wished I could've just knocked them out - but they would become witnesses. 

I had no choice. 

Once I was done, I didn't entertain any hesitations, and I quickly made my way inside the room. I locked the two doors from the inside, then made my way to the computers. 

I plugged in my usb, doing what I had to do. I deleted all the data, including their backup files, but I could never be the most sure, since they probably had this backed up in another usb. I then shut down all of the security cameras. 

I screwed open the system, cutting out all the required wires. This was the most effective and quietest process I could've done. I was wearing gloves. That made this easier. Nobody was coming. 

When I was done, I put everything back to it's place. And then I unlocked all the doors, before fleeing out of the building. 

But I still wasn't done. 

I took off my jacket and gloves, throwing it somewhere far away from the bodies. And then I made my way in front of the building. I put on shades and dressed like one of the girls in campus - that lived in the same building. 

As expected, the employees didn't get any suspicions. I even wore a wig and put on some makeup. I made my way to the elevator, and pressed the specific floor. 

The security cameras would've stopped working by now. And the staff would notice it anytime soon. I fastened my pace and stopped in front of the door. I pressed my ear against the wood, listening to any voices. 

But I needed to get risky. 

I pulled out the picklock and started working on the lock. It took me a few minutes, but once I heard a satisfying click, I opened the door as quiet as possible. I put on another pair of gloves, once noticing that everyone was asleep. 

I cursed under my breath. One witness, and I was done for. I crouched down, making my way to where Jimin was, closely gripping a knife. 

Once I reached his bed, I tried not to look at him. 

But I couldn't help but do. 

I was a killer. 

I was never going to be forgiven. 

I know it. 

I closed my eyes, building up my confidence as I gripped the knife tighter. And taking a deep breath, I stood up. 

And before I got to do it, I felt something stopping me. 

"I can't." I murmured, dropping on the floor as I turned my head to look at Jimin. He looked so peaceful. I turned so I could see him better. "Jimin, I.." 

Seokjin shifted in his sleep. I cursed under my breath, not hesitating to grab everything and go. I felt so weak. 

What was stopping me from killing him? 

I took off my gloves and wore the same outfit again. I hated this. 

It was going to be another restless night. 

Before I reached my apartment, I dressed into my own style. And when I walked inside my room, the first thing I did was flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. 

This was a failure. 

I started to think. 

"Jimin, I.." 

As I recalled the incident that happened, I couldn't help but wonder: what was I to say? Was I going to admit something I would never, ever? I didn't know what was stopping me from finishing it. If I didn't do it, nothing would happen. 

I wouldn't get the money. 

And I still wouldn't be loved. 

The second was always no doubt. Why did I have to think about it? 

I closed my eyes, pushing myself off of the bed to freshen up. Once I was done, I started brushing my wet hair, as I stared out the window to admire the city. The city wherein - I'm a criminal. Where I'm hoped to be dead. 

I want to make up for everything I have done. 

For all the lives I have taken. 

But it's already too much. 

I can't do anything about it anymore. 

I can't come back to what I was before. I don't have any spark of innocence anymore. I can't be forgiven. I know it. 

Feeling my eyes grow tired, wether it was from the bright city lights, or from over thinking, maybe both, I flopped down on the bed. I turned to the side, where the shogi piece from yesterday laid. 

I continued to stare at it, hoping I would become that person once again. 

That person, who's name is written on the piece. 

'Nae Maki' 

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well things happened 

and it's quite nice 

i guess 

okay im sorry