𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 • 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐍

02

— CHAPTER TWO  

Jimin's eyes slowly fluttered open. The small screeching scream he heard when he was unconscious slowly amplified on both of his ears, waking him up from his deep slumber sleep. He widened his eyes at the horrifying scene unveiled right in front of his face. The scream suddenly died and exchanged with silence.    

Jimin could only suck in a deep breath as a lifeless body suddenly fell beside him, blood rushing out from inside his mouth, pooling underneath his head. He looked so young, the dead body. Even younger than Jimin. Perhaps even younger than the maknae waiter in the restaurant, Jaehyun. The boy could only gulp as the corpse laid next to him.

Jimin struggled to move but both of his hands and feet were tied roughly with a rope.

"Look who's already awake." A voice greeted, it was rather deep but also with a mixture of husky or raspy kind of face, that was already enough to make the smaller boy flinched.

The stranger who owned the voice jumped on top of the dead body, legs strangling his back as he laid his head on top of the corpse, now looking straight at Jimin who was laying on his side unable to move.

Jimin's breath hitched when he was met with two sharp feline eyes, a devilish smile plastered on the stranger boy pale face.

He shook his head, making his black locks fell covering his eyes. He licked his pink chapped lips as he studied his new victim.

"Welcome to the hell hole, Park Jimin." He laughed maniacally.

How did he know my name?

"If you haven't heard of the name Agust. Well, I doubt you haven't heard it. But hey, you got the honor to meet, me! Hahahahaha!" He stood up and grabbed the dead body by his hair, pulling the poor corpse and threw it at the corner of the room. The thin figure treated it like it was some kind of trash. Jimin gulped and shut his eyes tight.

He knew that name very well. He heard it a lot every now and then. He even just heard the name being spelled on the TV a few hours prior. It was the name of the ruthless serial killer, Agust. Who doesn't know him?

"Are you scared, sweetie?" The deep voice asked, coming back closer to him. The stranger pushed Jimin to lay on his back and sat on his laps. Jimin stared up at the man above him, somehow intrigued by his dark eyes. He was wearing dark outfit from head to toe. Dark shirt underneath black jacket as well as black colored jeans. Just like the grim reaper, maybe he was indeed the one who's going to send Jimin to his after life.

The more Jimin stared into his sharp eyes, the less afraid he was. Weird, right?

"You're so pretty. So fucking pretty. Did you know that? But too bad for you, I'm going to ruin this pretty face of yours." He said as his long thin fingers trailed down from the top of Jimin's forehead down to his lips, the boy underneath just flinched by the touch.

"But lucky for you, it's not today." He said, stood up, leaving the young boy stunned.

Be careful... Jimin remembered how Taehyung desperately warned him. He should have listened to his friend, shouldn't he?

Jimin looked around the small damped room that looked like a basement with only one small window at the very top of one of its wall. He could easily spot some rats passed through him and squealed inside at how disgusting this place was. Jimin could smell blood everywhere. The strong scent of iron hit his nose like a truck. Mixed with the smell of what it seems a rotten body.

Jimin wanted to puke.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms around his body, raising him up. Jimin gasped and whined as Agust picked him up. He could only let out some faint noises as his mouth was still gagged.

"Sssst, stop moving or I'll kill you. You know what I'm capable of, right?" The man threatened. He wasn't that much bigger than Jimin but he could lift him up easily, placing Jimin on top of his shoulder as he brought Jimin out of the basement. He opened the old steel door toward a dimly light hallway and walked upstairs.

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Without Jimin realized, he had been thrown inside a cell, right above the basement room. Jimin struggled to move as Agust approached him. He took out a handcuff and placed it around of both of Jimin's wrists. He took off the rope that tied his hands and feet, make Jimin be able to move his body more freely.

"If you dare to do something stupid. You know the consequences." Agust warned with his raspy voice as he walked out the jail and locked it. Jimin crawled closer to the rail, whining as his mouth still gagged.

He whined and whined, shook his head, or do whatever so Agust could understood his plead.

Of course he couldn't.

Agust just chuckled as he crouched down to be at the same eye level as Jimin.

"You wanna talk?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Jimin didn't reply him afterward.

The young killer used his hand to remove the thick fabric from between Jimin's pink plump lips. He waited for his captive to say something but got confused because he didn't mutter a single word and let out a deep breath instead. What the hell?

He was expecting him to scream to beg and do whatever he could to save his life but instead, the boy just stared right into his eyes weakly and Agust was the first one who break off the uncomfortable eye contact. He slowly stood up, leaving the poor boy with his disheveled clothes alone inside his new cage. He walked toward the door and left it with a sound of click.

And Jimin watched his kidnapper left along with the darkness which slowly engulfing him.

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