White Roses || m.yg x p.jm

as their parting gift

WARNING: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS 

Author's P.O.V

"Tae! Where's Jimin? He's been in there for over an hour now!" Jeongguk complained, rubbing his arms along the sleeve of his sweater as he shivered.

"Maybe he is trying to play a prank on us to scare us" Taehyung replied, scuffing up some dried up dirt with his black convers.

"If he was, he would have come out by now" Jeongguk sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I say we go in and look for him."

Determined, Jeongguk stepped onto the aged staircase.

"W-wait!" Taehyung called out, taking the stairs by two to catch up to the younger.

Putting his hand on the faded gold handle, Jeongguk turned it, the door groaned, but opened quick effortlessly. Stepping inside, the two teens cough at the dust, before venturing further into the old house.

Immediately as they stepped in, they saw a smashed vase on the floor, several white roses scattered across the floor. Unusually, one was dotted red. Walking closer to it, Taehyung kneed down to it. He picked up the odd rose and inspected it before putting it down and ran his fingers across the small rug.

"It's still wet.."

"Jeongguk!" Taehyung called out to the younger, as he walked ahead, further into the home. He stood up, and walked in the direction the maknae did. Strangely, Jeongguk was stopped just in front of the doorway to the next room.

"Ggukie? What's wrong..." He trailed off as he looked into the room.

The kitchen was in ruins. The cabinets hanging off their hinges, the wallpapering ripped off of the wall. The floor was a minefield of rusty, silver spoons, knives, and forks. Plates that had been smashed into pieces littered the floor, where pots and pans joined them.

"Holy shit..." Taehyung whispered out, eyes growing wide as he saw the white fog of his breath.

Seeing the devastation in the kitchen, their fear for their friend tripled.

"JIMIN! JIMIN!" Jeongguk hollered into the cold, silent house.

"J-Jeongguk, we need to leave. Now." Taehyung stuttered out through chattering teeth.

"No way! We can't leave Jimin-hyung! We were the ones that told him to come in here!"

"JEONGGUK!" Taehyung's deep voice echoed in the frigid home. "The carpet, where the vase was broken, it was still wet, and the rose- the rose, those weird dots were blood."

"W-what..?" The younger's voice quivered.

The tension in the kitchen was destroyed when they heard a shattering noise come from upstairs.

"M-maybe it's Jimin. Maybe it's Jimin and he's trying to tell us he's ok!" The maknae frantically whisper-shouted, pushing past his hyung heading to the grand staircase. Taehyung ran after him.

Taking the stairs in twos, not caring if the fragile stairs collapsed under their weight, they made it to the top. On the top was a long table, with a golden picture frame facing downwards. Although, nothing looked odd, so they just brushed it off and continued jogging down the hall.

"JIMIN! JIMIN-AH!" Taehyung called out, stopping in front of grand doors at the end of the hallway. They turned to look at each other before grabbing one one door handle.

Blood.

E v e r y w h e r e.

Jeongguk made a gagging noise, retching from the horrid smell. Taehyung pulled his sweater sleeve over his hand, and covered his mouth with it. Walking forward, they moved towards the queen size bed in the middle of the large room.

"Oh god.."

Jeongguk could only fall onto his knees before releasing the contents of his stomach.

In the middle was Jimin,, or what was left of his horribly mutilated body. His hands were pulling above his head, tied to the headboard with black ribbons. His clothes were beyond ripped, showing off the numerous cuts and slashing going up and down his arms and legs.

His chest carried numerous deep gashes, some still bleeding. One of the bigger ones going from his waist line to belly button was half sewn in, with a large, rusty needle and harsh, thick thread. His stomach and intestines spilling out of him.

His hands were missing all of his fingernails, his tendons ripped out. His wrist was bruised from the restrains, and his veins were ripped out of him.

His face was the worst, however. His ears have been painfully run through by numerous fasteners, a mock job of piercings. His eyes have been gouged out, and even the sockets of them seemed to have been slashed by a knife. His lips were cut upwards, making him adorn a terrifying smiling face. His neck has been slashing countless times as well.

Taehyung ran up to Jimin, fainting his touch along his face as he took in the damage.

This is all my fault.

Jeongguk has stopped throwing up, but now just remained in a crouching position, weeping loudly.

"Ji-jIMIN-" Taehyung cried out in hysteria. The silent house was now racked with sobs.

"Hmm? Did the little lamb bring me some more toys?"

Both of the youngers whipped their heads around as someone's voice interrupted their tears.

"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED JIMIN!" Taehyung screamed out, blinking his tears away.

"Don't worry.. You'll be joining him very shortly~" Yoongi spoke in a dark voice, pulling his scarlet stained knife from within the confines of his outfit. The once pristine white suit stained with Jimin's sorrowful blood.

"Please, do scream as loudly as you please, for no one will save you"