Watch Me Die [Yoonmin] Sequel to Feel Me Bleed

Giving a Fuck [21+]

Yoongi's pov

"Yoongi...do you believe in god?"

I turned my body over so that I was looking at the guy in my bed who had one arm behind his head while the other held a cigarette in his hand. 

"No, I never did." I said as my eyes trailed along his frail naked body. He looked to be about my age, with a dark mass of curly brown hair and black, lifeless eyes.

The guy took another puff of his cigarette, never taking his eyes off the ceiling. "Me either." He replied as he lifted his arm to stretch. There were old and new scars from cutting as well as dots from where the heroine needle was injected. 

He was nothing more than a runaway prostitute. One that was willing enough to let me take him home.

"You know...smoking is bad for you." I told him as I draped my arm around his naked waist. He was very skinny, probably from the lack of food.

I watched carefully as he brought the cigarette back to his chapped pink lips, his chest inhaled the toxic smoke the exhaled once more. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" he said as he tapped the ashes on the dish next to the bed and went to put the cigarette back into his mouth.

I griped his wrist firmly, any harder and I might have broken it. He stared at me wide-eyed as I brought the cigarette to my lips, inhaling the menthol and carbon monoxide into my lungs and exhaling through my nose. 

It was disgustingly good. 

"Nope, no fucks were given here." I teased as I let his wrist go.

The guy slowly brought back his wrist and placed the cigarette on the nightstand next to my bed. "You're different." he said as he turned to me, his body pressed firmly against mine. 

"How so?" I asked with little amusement in my tone. 

"You have this 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that I like." His small fingers trailed along my chest and down to the hem of my boxer shorts. "It excites me." He whispered as he draped his skinny leg over my waist.

Once upon a time someone else had told me the same thing but I pushed that memory into the depths of my mind. 

I didn't want to think of him right now. 

"Again? We just finished our third session." I said as I pushed him back so that I was on top

He smiled at me and loosely draped his arms around my neck. " I can't help it, I love having your dick inside me." He said as he pushed my chest up so he could position himself properly.

"Persistent whore." I told him as I gripped underneath his thigh and spread his legs apart. His cock was already twitching with pre-cum and I could see the excitement in his eyes as I pulled out my cock and positioned it at his entrance. 

You're probably wondering why the hell am I fucking random prostitutes, right? It's because i'm fucking bored, that's why. 

He let out a small groan as his hand trailed down to his own cock and began to pump it. I griped his thighs even harder and shoved my full length inside him. I didn't care for foreplay or 'preparing' him. I just loved to see his reaction as I forced every inch of his inner walls apart. It felt like I was ripping him half, as if he would break on me at any moment. 

My thrusts remained rough and hard as he gripped the bed sheets, a faint shade of pink tinted his cheeks. "Yes-Fuck me." He said through a moan. "Fucking break me." He added with another moan.

I shoved myself even deeper within him, making sure to reach every angle I can. He let out a loud cry of pleasure as his head tipped back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Make me your whore!" He nearly shouted through the waves of pleasure.

I finally found his 'g-spot' and began to slam into it. He let out another cry of pleasure, his breathing was ragged from all the smoking. It fascinated me how he breathed so hard, his ribs would stick out of the thin layer of flesh that covered his organs.

 "Oh yes daddy right there!! Right there daddy!! Fuck me hard!!" he practically screamed to my enjoyment as I found the perfect angle to pound into him. That was enough to send him on his orgasm and for his cum to shoot out onto his chest. He took a second to collect himself, then reached over to grab his cigarette. Once he took a quick puff he put it back on the table and looked over to me. 

"Fuck that was amazing." He said with lust in his eyes as he whole face emitted a fucked out expression. 

I smiled at how flustered he had gotten and reached over to the nightstand and took the cigarette. I inhaled the smoke but stopped and stared at him.

Remember when I said I was bored? Nah, not anymore. 

"You want to know a dark secret?" I asked as I exhaled the toxic fumes of the cigarette.

"Sure, tell me." he said with interest. 

I smiled widely and pressed the lit cigarette on his thigh. He made an attempt to scream but I gripped his throat and pinned him down to the bed and proceeded to fuck him hard, his hands clawed at my arms for their release. 

"Y-You're hurting me.." he managed to squeal.

I gripped his throat harder so he wouldn't talk. "I'm a real murderer. I've killed people and I've enjoyed it." My thrusts became rigid, I was close to my release. "You're going to die tonight and no one will ever know it was me...funny right?" I asked with a chuckle.

He made a sound like he wanted to say something ended up choking. His face held a dark shade of purple and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His attempts to claw at me slowed down to the point where his arms fell limp on the bed and he stopped breathing altogether. I came shortly after and pulled out.

"I just cleaned that bed too." Namjoon commented as he walked into my room with a disgruntled look to his face.

I smiled at him as I flicked the dead cigarette aside and got off the bed. "Does it look like I give a fuck." I said as I walked over to the sink and poured cold water into my hands.

"You will once I tell you that I saw Jimin today." he said smoothly. 

I wet my face, the cold sensation felt amazing. I heard him perfectly well yet I refused to acknowledge that fact. 

"He was at the morgue." He added.

I slowly turned to him with an indifferent look on my face though inside I was churning at the thought of Jimin.

"Okay Namjoon, a fuck has been given." I smiled and glanced over to the dead body on my bed. "Don't use his lungs, they're no good though he does have a strong stomach."

"I figured he did if he could fuck you four times in a row." He said as he took out his scalpel and went to work on the body.