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part six : horrible kids

Of course, exactly six months after Namjoon died, Jimin told me he had a date. When the words truly absorbed, I felt my heart crack a little. I asked who, and Jimin explained it was a man named Seokjin. Seokjin was supposedly only a year older than me, and an excellent chef. When Jimin explained everything they had talked about, a blush rose on his cheeks and a smile graced his lips. I wanted to hurl.

When Jimin left for his date I did vomit, all over in the sink. It was repulsive to even think about Jimin outright dating someone. With all the other boys, I had stopped them before they could get that close. This only left me with a small window of time to kill Seokjin, but I could do it.

That night, before Jimin came home, I collected a few planks of plywood and a couple rolls of barbed wire. I was feeling especially creative.

The day before their second date, I discovered everything I needed to know about Seokjin. Jimin talked about him as if he was the very air he breathed. It was awful to sit through, yet I did. By and by, I discovered what I needed to know. Where he worked. It was surprisingly close to the café, so when Seokjin got off work he would usually walk past the small shop.

The night after Jimin and Seokjin's date I laid my trap. As Seokjin was walking past the café, I came around the corner. I walked as if to pass him, then doubled over in pain. Seokjin immediately stopped, concern lacing his voice as he asked me, a stranger, what was wrong. As he stopped to help me up, I jabbed the needle I'd been holding into his inner arm and injected all of the Rohypnol in the blue syringe up into his bloodstream. He dropped like a sack of potatoes into my waiting arms.

I dragged him behind the café. Waiting for us was the large box I had made the day pervious. The walls of the former are covered in barbed wire. I struggled for a moment but managed to lift Seokjin into the box. I hammered the lid on.

After a few minutes, I heard his panicked breathing. I tutted, leaning right down next to the box and spoke, "If I were you I wouldn't move."

Seokjin must've moved because I heard a sudden hiss of pain. "What is this? W-why am I in this?"

I laughed, "Because you were going to hurt Jiminnie if I didn't put you in there."

"Wh-what? What do you mean?"

"Park Jimin, the actual sun. If I don't kill you, you will hurt him." I sighed.

"Why would I hurt Jimin?"

"Because everyone does except for me. You got too close."

"How exactly is this going to kill me? It's just going to hurt me."

"It will kill you slowly. If the barbed wire doesn't kill you first them running out of oxygen will." I explained, a fire of pride burning at my own genius.

And so we waited in that alleyway for whatever came first. By the time it hit 3 AM, however, I had had enough with waiting. I stood and started to roll the box toward the hole I had dug a few yards away. As I did so, a muffled scream echoed from the box. I couldn't help but laugh as I shoved the box into the hole. The only regret that itched at me is that I wouldn't be able to see or hear Seokjin when he died.

When I arrived back at home I still haven't managed to wipe the smile off my face. I really did do a good job this time. Maybe I could continue to be this creative with all my kills. Maybe it could become a game. That could be fun...

I cleaned quietly, Jimin's light being off. I slipped into my pajamas and climbed into bed, only to find Jimin already curled up fast asleep under my blankets. I lay down so I wasn't touching him, only looking at his face in the darkness. But as soon as I slipped under the blanket, Jimin yawned and wrapped his arms around my waist. Placing his face against my chest, he tangled his legs with mine then began to snore once more. I was frozen, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep. I held him throughout the night, humming a lullaby, a smile never leaving my lips, my heart quickening with every sound my Jiminnie made.