Jimin walked home from school quietly, with a guilty secret in his mind. His body was trembling, he had never performed such an evil deed in his entire life. Yet, he managed to go through the short walk. He opened the door of his small, shabby house and sat on the chair which he made out of a cardboard box.
He was very, very poor. Everybody ridiculed him for his lack of wealth without noticing that Jimin was an orphan. He didn't have any support system. The only money he got was a pound from his aunt who lived in Britain, every week.
He used the pound wisely, only having cheap ramen for every meal. His body was becoming frail and weak, and his face clearly showed how much he exerted himself. However, that didn't stop anyone from making fun of him, or passing pointed comments about his lifestyle.
Jimin was sitting on the "chair" with his head in his hands, his body still trembling because of the guilt he was facing. No one can blame me, it was really getting too much. How could I even handle it without doing what I did today? Jimin convinced himself that his wicked ploy was nothing but basic instinct.
His hands shook as he opened his satchel, and took out the laptop which he stole from his seat partner. His partner, Taehyung had left it behind. Jimin had packed his bag and his eyes fell on the laptop Taehyung had left behind. Greed taking hold of him, he had snatched it and stuffed it into his cheap satchel.
Jimin couldn't bring himself to switch on the laptop. Yet, his greedy pleasure got the better of him as he switched on the laptop, created a new password and let it load. When the desktop showed, Jimin was awed by its features. He only saw a laptop once in his life, so the amount of buttons fascinated him.
He found a random folder called- Top Secret. The folder had a password to it. Jimin clicked on, "Forgot Password" and created a new one just so he could come to know what secret Taehyung had. Taehyung is so popular, I want to know what his secrets are so I can be friends with him.. Jimin found himself thinking.
The cursor hovered on the folder, and with one breath, Jimin double-clicked on it. The folder opened, and there were seemingly millions of videos loaded on it, all of them in black and white. Jimin clicked on the fifth video randomly. The laptop made a buzzing sound as the video revealed itself.
In the video, there was one man whose face was blurred and a woman whose hands were blurred. They were in a shut room. The woman was sitting at a table with a bowl on it. The man with the blurred face was slapping the woman's face and shoving her head inside the bowl. The woman's head stayed in the bowl for a few seconds. She finally looked up and out of nowhere, pushed the man onto the floor and stamped on his face until a liquid which was most likely blood, splattered everywhere on the room's walls. The screen's resolution worsened and finally the video just stopped.
Jimin leaned back with his hands covering his mouth in shock. What in the world is this? Was the man Taehyung? No, wait. That man is too tall to be Taehyung. I have to find out who these people are. Jimin then re-watched the clip and he realized that the woman looked familiar. The rest of the day he was thinking about this in fear and an urge to know more.
He slept, making up his mind to track the people down.
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Fanfiction:: his mind filled with curiosity, he allowed himself to lift up his index finger and click. :: bts horror alternate universe story.