Hourglass | BTS Shorts

Just a game - KTH

[Warning: Blood and Violence! Psycho / Murderer Au!]

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Kim Taehyung was different.

He was beautiful, eerily beautiful in fact, with innocent eyes and a boxy, shy smile. He was quiet and observant, didn't say much and when he did, his tone was steady and deep. His figure was usually spotted around in the park, camera in his hands or sketching something in a notebook.

Something about him fascinated you and scared you at the same time. Maybe it was the chills you got when he stared at you; maybe it was the fact that you were the only one that got close to him. Maybe it was his ethereal looks, or his so innocent, curious aura.

Either way, you couldn't hide the fact that you liked him.

He may be a bit strange, and closed off, but what you came to know better was a sweet boy who was just a little shy and anti-social.

Or at least, that's what you thought.

The thing was, he knew how you felt. And he used those emotions perfectly, drew you closer and trapped you with a kind smile and careful words.

He used your psyche, the things he had observed about you and the things he learned to create a facade, one to make you see him in a certain way and make you stay, playing with your feelings.

The series of murders that spread throughout your town should have alerted you quicker. You were seventeen, he eighteen at the time. Both of you were scared - or at least you were genuinely frightened for your life.

Taehyung acted it so perfectly though, that you didn't suspect a thing.

The press titled the murders The game and the murder got the name Player. It sounded horribly tacky, but it fitted with what was found at the crime scene and with the cause of death.

The victim was always tied up, naked and had three deep cuts along their chest, right where their heart was. They were choked to death, bruising along their neck. No blood was to be found, everything clean and tidy.

The killer burned every piece of evidence there was, and left no clues except for maybe one.

They were the creepiest, the notes that they left at every scene.

They followed the same pattern. It was a poem about the person, expressing both confusing guilt and almost childlike curiosity, but the ending statement was always the same.

It's just a game, right?

What should have alarmed you was that all the victims were from your classes. They weren't necessarily friends of yours, but you knew and liked them.

But when you made that connection, all you could think about was Taehyung. Worry swept over you, and you made a split second decision that would ultimately seal your fate.

You ran to his house, knocking on the door frantically. It was half past eight in the evening, but Taehyung opened the door immediately. He let you inside, eyes wide in apparent shock at seeing you like this.

Frantic, you tried to explain the connection to him, words garbled and stumbling through the sentences. He listened, hugging you tightly as you finished, shushing you and wiping your tears away.

"It's alright, Y/N", he whispered, leading you to the sofa and sitting down with you, "It's alright. Nothing will happen to me, I promise".

You leant against him, calming yourself down. Darkness was falling outside, the house shadowed and the only sound being your breathing.

"I'm scared, Taehyung", you mumbled, head buried in his chest. His fingers were threading through your hair, one hand rubbing circles on your back. "I- I don't want to die".