Sinner

Jimin

    I refuse to let myself hope too much as I hang up with Hoseok. I have to be patient. I can't stop thinking about all those marks on Yoongi and just how much Namjoon is really hurting him. Has he...no, I can dwell on that. I can't stand the thought.
     My phone chimes and I frown at the unknown number. It's a meeting place and time. I hesitantly reply back asking who it is.
No answer.
      What if it's another one or Namjoon's friends? What if it's a trap. I can't survive another encounter like Jiyong. I'm broken enough as it is.
     As the hours pass by, though, I make my mind up. I'm going to go. Who could really give up such a mystery?

    I huddle into my jacket as I walk up to the old camp. The camp that started everything and brought Yoongi and I together. I push the door open to our old cabin and smile. Memories replaying in my mind.
     I can't believe how stupid I was back then, trying to seduce him and make him love me. I was a dumb kid.
    A hand falls on my shoulder and I scream in fright, jumping. Turning around, I gasp. "Yoongi?" I cry.
    He looks awful. His clothes are...those aren't his. He pulls me into his arms and leads us into the cabin, closing us into the dark. My eyes try to adjust as he shoves me down on the bed and begins kissing me roughly. Passionately.
     I grip his shoulders as he tears off my jacket, sucking on my neck. Moaning, my fingers work his buttons free, ripping the shirt off his body.
     "I love you, Jimin." He gasps into my mouth.
     In less than a minute, we're both naked on the bed and he spreads my legs, sliding in between, cupping my face and kissing me deeply.
     "Ugh...Yoongi..." I choke out as he kisses down my body, sucking on my inner thighs. I wish I could see him but it's just too dark. No light penetrating the small cabin. We just have to rely on touch and our other senses.
I moan as he takes me into his mouth, bringing me nothing but pleasure. Groaning, I reach for his hand and lace our fingers, my body straining towards that perfect edge.
Before I cum, however, he moves back up my body, lining us up and thrusting deep inside me. I scream and claw his back, still sore from my assault but to needy and into the moment to care. I just need Yoongi. My soulmate. The only person in this world I can't live without.
We make love hurriedly, out of control, our lips never detaching from the other. Joined as one. This one moment...for just a little while...is so perfect.
After we both cum together, our bodies reluctantly parting, he holds me in his arms in silence. Content. We stay like this for a long time. Until morning light begins to penetrate into the cabin.
I turn my head and admire him as he dozes. I still feel the same way about him I did so many years ago. Ethereal. Too perfect to be real, to be mine.
I lean forward and kiss him. He stirs and looks down at me, squeezing me. I never want this to end. Can't we just stay here untouched by the rest of the world forever?
Eventually he looks at the window, frowning. "Jimin...I have to tell you something." He laces our fingers together and kisses my hair.
"Okay." My smile wavers at the seriousness of his tone.
His lips press into a hard line and he avoids my gaze. "I did something terrible."
I pause. "Did you break out of the rehab. I kinda got that." I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
He doesn't smile. "I have to tell to you something and it will scare you. Please don't be afraid of me. I did it for you, baby." He sighs.
My pulse begins to race. I sit up and look at him. "What did you do, Yoongi? You can tell me anything."
He nods slowly. "I...hurt... Namjoon." He admits in a whisper.
I frown. "Okay...so what? That's not that bad especially after what he's done to us." I shrug, not understanding.
He takes my hands. "No, Jimin. I hurt him really really bad." He stresses.
"What do you mean? Is he in the hospital? Did they kick you out of the center?"
A tear slides down his cheek as he finally meets my confused gaze. "No, baby. He's here." He sighs, his eyes trailing to the other side of the room. Feeling my stomach drop, I look over and for the first time in the morning light, I see it.
The body. Namjoon's body.
I turn my head and throw up. My wide stinging eyes turn back to my boyfriend...my...murderer? "What did you do?" I get up and begin pulling my clothes back on.
He doesn't stop me. Just sits casually, watching me with despair. I stop myself from leaving, though. I can't do it. I can't abandon him.
I did it for you...
"Tell me everything." I demand, pacing.
He nods. "I snapped, Jimin. After you left and after learning what Namjoon had done to you because of me killed me inside. I went back to the room only for him to start mocking me casually and making a joke of what happened to you. I snapped, I ran for him...and...and I c-couldn't stop, baby. I had no control. Before I realized it...he was already gone." He shudders.
I slump down on the bed and try not to look at the body. Bloody and white. It freaks me out. "How did you get out? With him?" I have to ask.
I got rid of all the evidence and broke one of the bars on our window. I dragged him with me. It took hours but somehow I managed to make it here without getting caught. I'm so sorry I've ruined your life, Jimin. I wish you never met me." He cries.
"No! No, baby. I never regret meeting and loving you. Please don't regret meeting me." I beg.
I allow him to pull me into his arms and smother me with kisses. "I don't baby. I'm just so sick of causing you pain. It's all I ever do." He whispers.
Tears well up in my eyes. "What are we going to do?" This is bad. He murdered someone. A very prominent and rich someone. There's no way Namjoon won't be missed by someone.
I think of Taehyung, his brother, also my brother's boyfriend. They would hate us.
He doesn't answer me so I look up at his calm expression. He cups my cheeks, staring deeply into my eyes. "Jimin...you won't do anything. I want you to go back home, baby. I want you to go back home and pretend you never saw me." He explains.
I don't like this. I don't like this at all. "What are you going to do?" I demand, losing my patience. I get up and trip over a large can. Frowning, I pick it up. Gasoline.
My eyes widen as Yoongi pulls out a lighter. "You're going to burn his body? What about you? They can still get evidence when they find his remains!"
He stares at the small innocent device in his hands. "It doesn't matter. I won't ruin your life anymore, Park Jimin. I love you too much." He whispers.
A terrible feeling erupts through me, making me sick. "You...aren't planning to leave here, are you?" I choke out.
"..."
A tear slips down my cheek. "You're just going to leave me all alone! How can you do this to me! No! You can't fucking leave me!" I scream.
He takes a deep breath and slowly climbs to his feet. He slips on his clothes before taking me hand and forcing my out of the cabin. He leads me in silence towards the woods away from camp.
I can't stop sobbing. "Yoongi please! We c-can fix this! We can ask Jin to h-help up!" I beg, trying to release myself from his tight grasp.
He laughs bitterly. "There is nothing anyone can do, Jimin. I murdered someone. My life is over. You still have one to live. Please don't waste it on me." He shoves me hard against a tree and kisses me, our tears mingling as he forces my hands behind my back and ties me to the tree.

I sob into the kiss, my chest heaving against his as he binds me, trapping me here. Away from him. He steps back and wiped his red eyes. "I love you, Park Jimin. To death, baby."
I can't see through my tears as he begins to walk away. "You promised you'd never leave me! I will never stop waiting! Yoongi!" I scream, I scream until my vocal cords strain and give out.
I scream and struggle as the smell of gasoline fills my nostrils from a distance. I can only stare in devastation and the flames engulf the cabin, taking my world and everything important to me away with it...