Once Jimin had reached his porch after a 30 minute walk (Jimin refused to take a ride home as he wanted to be in better shape) he took out his keys and slowly opened his intricately carved door only to be welcomed with silence. It's not like he minded. He's been surrounded by noise all day long which bothered him since he wasn't used to so much noise. He did enjoy his time with the Jeon Jungkook, despite him being a fucking serial killer.
He kicked his shoes off, which were starting to get torn at the bottom, and plopped down on the couch with a loud thump. His so-called "thinking" couch. He calls it a thinking couch because this is where he generates most of his thoughts and ideas.
"I should get something to accompany me." Jimin says with a slurred voice, eyes getting heavy.
"Maybe a pet would be nice. Yes, a pet does indeed sound nice. A cat perhaps?" Jimin finishes before falling into a deep slumber.
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Hello? Anyone here?
"Where...am...I? " Jimin questions as he stumbles down a dark void leading to nowhere.
As soon as Jimin's eyes spotted a source of light, he ran to it, not wanting to be in the dark for long. He stopped to catch his breath before stepping inside the light. He took a step forward and what he saw brought the look of someone who's been through oh so much that they couldn't process anything anymore.
Bodies. Not just any bodies, but dead ones piled one on top another. The eyes which held the look of betrayal . Their eyes held so much emotion.Their mouths opened as if to say something .The stench was unbearable and the sight disgusting, yet Jimin couldn't bring himself to look away. He was....fascinated. How did this happen, who caused this, and most importantly why? He knew he should run, call for help but he didn't want to. He wanted to know so much. He didn't like this feeling but did at the same time.
The way the details of their faces popped out like a sore thumb put Jimin in awe. It was like they were what defined these people as a human, or more so what made them human. It was like the artist was adding finishing touches to his piece and the bodies were his pieces, so vulnerable. Bodies are nothing more than a canvas for the artist. It was like an art gallery one would say. No matter what was presented to them they would always stare silently.
Jimin heard footsteps approaching from behind. Each step getting louder and louder.
"Like what you see?' He hears from afar, looking all direction to find the source of the voice but to no avail.
"It's quite the masterpiece, don't you think...Jimin.? He says in a knowing voice, not making it a question.
"Yes, yes." He replies casually, still agape.
"It took quite the work and time, but I'm sure it was worth it."
Jimin didn't have to respond, they were somewhat speaking through their minds, as if they were one.
The voice disappeared and left Jimin alone in the darkness once more.
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Jimin finally woke up from a nap. He tried to recall what he remembered from the dream but failed. He knew it was like being in a retro store with the slow music and dim colors, almost like being drugged with molly.
Exciting and pleasurable.
Jimin swung his legs over the couch and put on his baby blue slippers. He slugged his way along the carpeted floor to the kitchen to make some chocolate milk. He gulped down the drink, shivering right after and stared at the clock.
"Time is a social construct. Time's only purpose is to put people in a state of fear and uneasiness. The way people always check the time frantically to the stress it causes. Time, time time. Time was all they could think about and nothing else. Everything revolves around time. Time is the new earth. " Jimin says mindlessly.
He quickly snapped out of his trance.
"Didn't know you were like that buddy." Jimin says to himself while mumbling more nonsense.
"Time to go back to sleep."
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"Shrumming my pain with his fingers,"
"Please, God no!"
"Singing my life with his words,"
"Spare me mercy please, I beg of you!!"
"Klling me softly with his song,"
"NO!!"
SPLAT
"Killing me softly with his song,"
"Telling my whole life with his words."
"Killing me softly...with his..song."
He bent down to take a closer look at the beheaded body, admiring his work.
It indeed to quite a while to finish this one. He decided to finish it quickly. He did spare him mercy in a way. The strokes were so delicate and beautiful, no mistake to be seen. Each one smooth and even.
One sin less. Thousands more to go. He was doing what needed to be done, since no one else would do it. He decided to take matters into his own hand.
"Meow?"
The soft meow of a cat could be heard in the distance.
"My my, what do we have here?" He ask, already knowing what it was.
He spots the cat and walks up to it, knife held loosely in his hand.
He crouches down to the cat's level and raises his knife high up in the air, readying himself.
The cat doesn't move an inch and just looks at him with the most innocent eyes one has ever seen.
He put the knife down softly, and chuckles.
"I would never hurt you little guy, you know that right?" He smiles softly at the black eared cat.
He picks the cat up and walks out of the narrow alley, the marked victim still laid out in a scandalous position.
"Daddy could use the company."
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Blood || Jikook
Fanfiction-In which Jungkook is out for blood and Jimin happens to be his victim-
