Psychopath

Murder

...I stared at what or whoever was in front of me.

I couldn't move, it felt like my body was paralyzed. I was so scared. It seemed as if I was in a horror movie, playing the character who's always the first to die.

The figure in the dark pointed at the apple.
~?~
I looked down and up again. With the figure still pointing at the apple.
I bend down and grabbed it. I turned it around a little bit to see what so interesting about the apple was.
Until I saw two letters on the other side of the apple appear.

JM

My eyes widened and my head shot up. Only to see that the mysterious figure in the dark was gone. I let the apple fall to the floor. And turned around.
Boom!
I shrieked. A loud thunder startled me the second I turned. As I closed and opened my eyes, my heart stopped beating.

Jimin was in front of me. He was covered in blood. His clothes, his face, his arms and hands.

He looked so furious he probably had no control over his body right now. It freaked me out. The rain poured down on us. And Jimin and I were only inches away from each other.
Then he suddenly slapped me, grabbed my face and kissed me aggressively.
I couldn't breathe, everything was too fast but I didn't push him away either.

To be honest, I was glad that Jimin was with me right now. I wouldn't want anyone else to be here. Even though he was crazy and was scaring me almost every time, there was so much more to him. He made me feel safe when I needed to. Like now. Like back then, when I was scared of the thunderstorm and didn't know where to go nor what to do.

Call it what you want, but I was just more than happy to be with Jimin right now.
It's so ironic because he was actually the one I fled from. But I guess I wanted to turn back to him long ago, I was just too lost and scared to turn back.

Thanks it was Jimin, I'd rather have him haunting and watching me from the dark than anybody else. I don't know why neither can I explain, but I know for sure that I feel protected by Jimin. We stopped eating each other up. And breathed heavily. I held his face with my hands and began to cry.
I cried everything I held in the entire time, out.
Jimin cupped my face with his hands and wiped my tears away.
"I-I-I.." my sobbing made it impossible for me to talk. So Jimin hushed me and hugged me tightly. I could still sense his anger but I didn't care right now.

We went back to the mansion, as I still clung to Jimin's arm. He switched the light on and that was when I realized, that he was still covered in blood. The blood even stained my clothes...
"Ji-" "what the fuck was that just now!?" He asked me peevish. "I-I'm sorry..." I murmured.
And he looked at me pitifully.
"I didn't want to...I-I just wanted to" I couldn't explain myself properly. So I hung my head low and didn't say anything. "You tried to escape." He said, while he walked off. I looked up and quickly followed him.
"And now you're sorry,huh."
I gulped and tried to change the subject real quick. "Jimin?" "Hm?" He hummed, as he kept walking to his room to change his clothes.
"Why are you covered in....blood?" I asked, scared of his reaction." He took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly shaped abs. He smirked at me before he took his pants off.
"D-did you.." "kill someone?" He ended my sentence with a massive grin on his face.
That was it. The moment when Jimin's psycho side came through. Topics including death or torture always cheer him up. It was creepy just to think about it. But actually seeing someone react this way was worse.
"Didn't you actually hear it?" He asked me.
"W-what? Heard what?" He chuckled as he walked up to me. He held my waist and stared into my eyes. "Didn't you hear them scream and beg for mercy?" I was shocked at his statement. "Jimin...w-what did you do..?"
"Aw come on babe, don't play dumb. I killed them of course." I backed off immediately. I knew that Jimin was capable of such things, but that was too much for me to handle. So he was in the woods all along. And just left to kill people, is that some kind of hobby of his?
"Until I heard another scream...a familiar one" he stated.
"I ran to where it came from
and saw you to my surprise...all alone in the woods. I watched you the entire time babe"
I was shaking in fear once again. "Jimin...why are you killing people?" I needed to know. I was scared and nothing seemed to make sense to me anymore.

His smile faded as his gaze wandered to the window. "Because..." he sighed heavily.
"It all started when I was eleven years old. My mum was very strict so she'd hit and punish me every time I did something wrong or not to her liking. She wasn't kind nor lovingly, she was loaded with hate. Hate towards me. But I still loved her with all my heart." Jimin turned around and looked at me with teary eyes. I've never seen that side of him.
"Then one day.." he continued. "She was found brutally murdered. I just came back from school and when I arrived at home I was surrounded by police officers. They took me to an orphanage, and since that day I started to kill people...to let out my frustration." He explained. I was so shocked and hurt. I didn't know he had to go through this, I couldn't even think of what I'd do if my parents were said to be found murdered. I walked slowly up to him and hugged him tightly. I felt so bad for him, even though what he did wasn't right either.
"Jimin...I'm so sorry you had to go through this." He smiled weakly at me and kissed my forehead. It made me blush but at the same time did it calm me down. "We should change and go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow about anything else." I nodded my head slightly at him.

Jimin's POV.

I gave Min-yeon new clothes to change into, before she left to the bathroom.
I smiled to myself. She really believed me.
She's so cute but also so naive.
Of course that was a made up story.
It's true that my mother treated me badly though, but besides that, I was the one who killed her. The one who never got caught for it. It's still an unsolved case after 10 years. I didn't know my dad so there was no reason for me to talk about him. But my mother, oh my beloved mother. She deserved everything. Every cut, every stab and all the pain in the world. I murdered my own mother in the worst way possible, made her suffocate on her own blood as I cut her throat halfway open. I felt such an adrenaline rush when I killed her, that I never wanted it to stop. I started to enjoy killing people. After some minutes I saw Min-yeon entering the room, after she changed her clothes. She looked so beautiful, the way she smiled warmly even though I could still sense her fear in every way. She was just so adorable that I wanted her to be mine only, forever. I didn't care what it'd take, her presence only made me feel so fulfilled. I loved it. That feeling. It was better than the one I felt when I killed someone.

We laid down on the bed when I realized that she distanced herself a bit. I smiled and hugged her. She was surprised by my action for sure. But I didn't let go. After a while we both fell asleep.