Pumped Up Kicks

6

Yoongi stared at his phone screen, a new article notification popping onto his screen.

'Private Investigator murdered by cafe'

Estimated time of death was listed, cause of death, a blurred photo. And a list of possible murders.

-Golden Rabbit
-Blonde killer

Yoongi's eyes widened in shock that he was possibly listed as the murderer. His heart sank however, knowing that people were going to start questioning him during his shift. He and Jimin both had bleached hair, working in the cafe where the body was found.

That's fucking great.

Cause he wants to be harassed more than he already is in his shift. Yoongi had the crushing urge to stab something, to choke somebody, to just inflict pain upon somebody. An urge that continuously grew in his gut. He knew that he shouldn't be continuing this.

He knew is was morally wrong. And it was disgusting. So why the hell did it feel so good? To just let go and give into the dark desire that rests beneath the surface of every human being. He knew he had to stop. He'd lose everyone that's ever loved him, his parents, his brother, Jimin and his boyfriend. The only people he cared about in his life.

But somehow the boy from earlier started to appear.

Yoongi was in no way a hopeless romantic. He never felt romantic emotions towards anybody. Sure, he felt platonic love towards Jimin. But that was a natural feeling with your childhood best friend.

"I'll be your friend!" The young kid cheered, reaching his hand out towards the bruised boy.

"I don't need friends," Yoongi replied, pushing the hand away.

"Everybody needs somebody,"Jimin smiled. "Maybe we can be that for each other."

Yoongi awkwardly rubbed his hands together, "maybe.."

"I'll take that as a yes!"

Yoongi groaned in frustration, leaning against the steering wheel of his car. This would devastate Jimin. He'd lose Jimin forever. He leaned back and pulled out of the parking lot, heading home. He needs to stop. How many people has he killed by now?

Five?

That's still a lot.

With what motive?

None? That's disgusting. He's disgusting, just killing innocent people for the fun of it. His grip on the wheel tightened. And for what? Wanting to be on the news? Wanting to be known?

Murder shouldn't be the reason you appear on the news.

Maybe he was just searching for attention. He never got it as a child, so what's the difference if its positive or negative?

Unfortunately, there really isnt a difference. In this world, it's all the same. No matter what good deed you do, the negative will always outweigh the positive.

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Jungkook startled awake, his eyes flying opened, automatically not recognizing where he is. Where the fuck is he?

His breathing became labored as he willed himself to get up. It was a cement room with a small bed and table. A large metal door at the far end of the room.

'Keep the door closed! They'll torture you!'

His knees became weak and he felt himself stumble to the ground. They'll torture you, they'll torture you, they'll torture you!