One night murder

Chapter 21

"Kim Seokjin was... no..."

Yoongi was struggling to breathe, Jimin putting his hands on his cheeks with a seemingly worried frown.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" he asked, his sweet voice making Yoongi's heart involuntarily pound in his chest.

"I thought... it was real", he panted, looking at Jimin with desperation in his eyes.

"Oh, it was all real. He really loved you guys, especially the Namjoon guy. But you know how old habits are. It was really hard for him. He used to kill cheating boyfriends or divorced wives and the likes. That was all romantic relationships were to him. The same with me, I always murdered my partners. I enjoyed it, though. But he didn't want to murder Namjoon. At least in the beginning."

"What do you mean, the beginning?" Yoongi asked, the familiar feeling of panic spreading through his system.

"I managed to change him back to his old self, you know. I was real proud of myself when he agreed to play a game. I would go for you, and he would take Namjoon when the time was right. He helped me plan everything, and then he brought you and Namjoon out to a club", Jimin told, sending Yoongi into a brief flashback of his best friends calling him and asking if he wanted to hang out and get drunk. 

Tears were stinging in his eyes.

"So I came to Seoul, and I took care of that guy you met. It wouldn't be fun to take you out immediately, I wanted to play with you for a little while. So me and Jinnie watched you run around, and we would call each other and plan my next move. And then, when you ran back to Seoul, he did his part, and now we are here", Jimin said, ending the story with a smile.

Yoongi had no idea what to say. He felt like he was suffocating even without Jimin touching him. He had been so stupid the whole time. If he just hadn't ran away that day when he woke up next to Kim Taehyung.

If he hadn't been such an idiot, maybe he could have lived a long life.

Maybe he could have lived a long, oblivious life with his friends.

But no, he just had to fall for Jimin's tricks.

Jimin stood up from where he had been previously sitting in Yoongi's lap.

He walked over to the night stand, where he had left his knife, and he picked it up, slowly walking back as Yoongi's thoughts were racing.

He had to think of something. He couldn't just accept death with open arms! He had to think.

Jimin sat back down, the older's thighs feeling numb. He had to think of something really fast.

"I usually strangle my victims, but I wanted to have some more fun with you. Draw it out a little, you know?" Jimin explained, beginning to slice open the sweaty t-shirt the other was wearing.

The tip of he knife grazed his skin, making him shiver. His heart was pounding in his chest, the room swaying around him.

Think, Yoongi, think!

"So, let's get this started, shall we? I think we wasted enough time on that story, although it was really fun", Jimin said with a grin, letting the knife rest against Yoongi's chest. He pushes it, piercing the older boy's white skin, droplets of blood escaping the wound as the boy winces in pain.

And so, Jimin begins to draw a circle around the left side of Yoongi chest.

The smell of the blood has started making Yoongi feel nauseous, his head was spinning, his breathing came out in short pants, his forehead was almost dripping with sweat, and the pain felt unbearable.