Psycho (Yoonmin)

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Jimin
Blood... when the once clean blade left it's home in the back of my victim it shone a bright scarlet, beauty. That's all I could describe it as, as the red liquid dropped from the sharp knife onto the floor it seemed like art to me...
But that was in the past, the now clean knife dangled in front of me as my blood stained clothes clung to my body. The small glass of wine in my hands swirling as I watched the news. "They still haven't caught that factory arsonist? What a pity... don't you think?" I looked down at my feet as they rested on top of the fresh body underneath me, he wasn't dead but barely alive as he moved only his eyes. "Your little hideout burnt to the ground, at least I got to you before he did. That fucker can't have all the fun can he? Looks like you pissed someone else off, not just me or those victims of yours." A tear rolled down the guy's cheek as I got up from my chair purposely putting weight on his chest making more blood run onto the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed in pain only to make the blood run quicker. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Oops, I'm sorry that's a tough topic seems as you don't have one anymore. Isn't this what you did to all those people? All those innocent kids? Just to stop them from running home and telling." His eyes closed and he stopped moving, I threw the knife in anger as I slapped his cheek. He didn't respond so I checked his pulse, nothing. "How frustrating... just when I'm about to have some fun you go and die on me." I pinched his cheeks before tilting his head to the side, he already felt cold to the touch. "This is for killing my little brother you sick fuck." I whispered before stabbing his already dead body in the throat, as soon as I pulled out the knife I grabbed my jacket and left through the back door.

The cold air hit me and I pulled the hood over my head as I yanked at the rusted back gate which leads into a private alleyway, as I pulled I heard a twig snap from behind me so I quickly turned and pulled my knife on whoever it was but they already had a gun pointed in my direction. Their face was covered with a mask as we both stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity. "Who are you?" The other asked, his voice was deep and he seemed pissed off. "And why should I tell you? So you can report me for murder?" I snapped back sarcastically but once the word 'murder' escaped my mouth the man lowered his gun. "Murder? Now you need to tell me your name, it's for business." I shook my head and he sighed pulling both his hood and mask down. "Look kid, my name is Suga and my mission was to burn down the owner of this house's 'hideout' and then kill him to have justice for his victims so unless you tell me your name I've failed my mission and all the people he killed." He hissed, and that was when I finally lowered my knife. If I told him my name then maybe he would know who I am and why I did what I did, if he wanted justice then we wanted the same thing. "My name is Park Jimin..." I muttered and he stopped, he just continued to stare at me before a small vibration sound echoed through the empty garden. He pulled out his phone and answered it. "Hello? Yes but there was a bit of an issue... of course he's dead but I wasn't the one that killed him... A boy called Park Jimin sir, yeah I'm with him now. I know I technically failed the mission but I'll clean it up, he deserves that much. Okay I'll let him know." He ended the call before turning back to me and telling me to wait for him before leaving, he was gone for a good ten minutes before he came back out of the house and stood in the same spot as before. "The boss wants to meet you." His arms were folded in front of him like he didn't really care about why the both of us were standing where we were standing. "Come on, we don't have all night. You're in my way." He growled before grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards a motorcycle that was parked in the alleyway, I managed to slip from his grip before he sat on the bike and I shook my head. "You're taking me to the police I just know it." I hissed and he just stared at me with no emotion evident in his eyes. "Why would a wanted man go anywhere near a police station?" He asked and I froze. Wanted? He was wanted? Well if he carried a gun then obviously he had something to do that involved killing someone. "Fine." I grumbled before getting on the bike, he lifted the stand and just waited. "What are you waiting for?" My arms crossed in front of me as he sighed and looked back at me. "Just take the damn helmet and hold on or you'll die." That was when I realised he was holding out a safety helmet to me so I put it on and held on to his shirt gently, he rolled his eyes before taking my hand and wrapping it around him. "Seriously, this isn't a pushbike. The amount of force on this thing will throw you off if you hold on like that. You've already made me fail my mission so I don't want it to be for nothing." He scowled and I just held onto him properly without saying anything to annoy him anymore than I already have. He started the bike before driving off when I suddenly started to think about why Suga was really at the house tonight and what his actual job was, whatever it was I knew I was going to find out soon enough as to exactly what he was up to.