compulsion »minjoon ; completed«

eighteen

Jimin spent the remainder of daylight dismembering Namjoon, cutting sections of meat to keep and removing his organs. He packaged the meat up and put all of it - aside from two packages - in his freezer, making sure to write 'KNJ' on it with a marker. He liked to know which meat came from with person, so that he could critique it and write about it in his journal.

Once he had finished butchering the man's body, he put the remains into a black trash bag. Inside the bag was also bloodstained sheets and clothes, along with the knife and all of the items that had been used in the photoshoot. Anything that Namjoon had touched, Jimin wanted gone – except for the man's cell phone. There were a few things he needed to do with the device before it was destroyed.

Jimin had already taken a shower and cleaned himself up, ridding himself of any physical evidence. He dialed Mira's phone number, calling the girl.

"Hi baby," she greeted sweetly. "You don't usually call me this soon after seeing me."

"Well, about that.."

"Don't tell me you killed him already."

"I had to," he told her nonchalantly. "But anyways, I've got everything pretty much ready for you to come by — if you're free, that is."

"I'll be there soon, baby." Mira then kindly bid him goodbye before hanging up.

Jimin grabbed two special packages of meat out of the refrigerator, setting them in the counter. He picked out the ingredients and cookware he needed for it, beginning to preheat the oven and get everything set up.

Not too long after, Mira came strolling into his home, approaching Jimin who sat on the couch, just relaxing. She smiled and leaned down, capturing his lips in a brief kiss.

"Well hello to you too," Jimin laughed, grinning at her. He stood up and took her to his bedroom.

Mira surveyed the room, nodding to herself. "You were pretty clean this time, baby. I'm impressed." She set her duffel bag down. "It shouldn't take too long since you kept everything contained to one general area."

"Mkay. In the meantime, I'll be in the kitchen making something delicious for us," he informed, kissing her cheek before returning to the kitchen.

Some time later, Mira exited the bedroom, trash bag in hand. "I'm going to put all of this in the trunk of my car. I'll be right back."

Jimin nodded and prepared plates for the girl and himself, setting them on the table. He retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses, placing them on the table as well. He then walked over to his radio, turning the dial until he reached the classical music station.

The girl came back inside, staring at the table in awe. She squealed and hugged Jimin tightly, kissing him all over his face. "You are so sweet to me, baby. I adore you."

"And I adore you," he replied with a soft smile. "Let's eat now." He pulled the chair out for her, pushing it in once she was seated.

"My precious Jimin," Mira cooed, looking at him as he sat across from her. "Always such a gentleman."

The two then began to dig into their food, Jimin watching her closely to examine her expression.

Humming, Mira closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully indulge in the flavors of the meat presented to her.

"Oh Jimin, this is marvelous. I don't know what you did differently, but this is the most amazing heart I've ever tasted. You have majorly outdone yourself," she commented honestly before taking a sip of wine.

"I'm glad you like it so much. I was going to just drop it off to you raw, but I figured that you deserve more than that," Jimin told her sweetly, taking a bite of his potatoes. "I'm planning on inviting you over for dinner more often as well. I have plenty of meat and I fear that it will go bad before I get to all of it. Plus, I just want an excuse to see you more often."

Mira blushed and nodded eagerly. "Whenever you'd like me over for a meal, just give me and ring and I'll be right over. You know I cherish every moment I spend with you."

She reached her hand halfway across the table, Jimin's hand soon joining and interlocking their fingers.

"You make me so happy, Song Mira."

"And you make me so happy, Park Jimin."

Although they weren't in a relationship, there were times that they were intimate – both physically and emotionally. They weren't exactly sure that they were. They weren't just friends with benefits, as they had a deep connection and understand of one another, but they were not in love. They weren't really even in.. like.

Jimin was not capable of falling in love, as his desire to kill and hunger for human flesh and meat was too great. He thirsted to end the lives of humans; to watch the light die from their eyes as they released their last breath. Love was an abstract concept to him ever since his parents abandoned him as a young child. Maybe, at times, he thought that he could fall in love, but in reality he was chasing the infatuation and thought of being in love. He never truly experienced the emotion.

Mira was also not capable of love. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because her mother left when she was only six. Maybe it was because her first boyfriend cheated on her. Maybe it was because she did not feel worthy of anyone's love. Maybe it was because she was too enthralled by the mystery and adrenaline rush that was Park Jimin to even consider falling in love.

Whatever their reasons may be, they would remain just friends. As long as they had each other – and victims to share – they would be just fine.

authors note:
sorry for the long wait between updates. things have been a little overwhelming as of late!
i hope you liked this chapter