Crazy | bts x Jimin

五十一

Jimin sent the boys back at the end of the day. Alone in the building it seems as if his thoughts consume him. He makes his way out of it and made his way to the bus stop, leaving his car behind.

He changed his clothes, wearing a black hoodie, a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He even changed his shoes. A mask is used to cover his facial features. The hood pulled up above his head and over his eyes.

He doesn't know what he is doing or where he is going. It is like the goal he had originally had disintegrated into thing air. He boarded the first bus that came, gained many weird stares from various passengers but they paid him no mind. He scanned his card and took a seat at the back of the bus.

Staring out the window, the scenery is slightly blurred just like his mind. The line between imagination and reality had long blurred out and it's not like it mattered. He dropped off at the last stop. The place was pretty empty but there were still people walking around.

Honestly he didn't really care. Hidden in his clothes were weapons. Guns and knives. He might actually go on a killing spree tonight. Ahh the thrill of killing just gets him so good. He has so many lives on his hands that honestly this is nothing.

No one will suspect him.

Well at least he haven't been caught for at least a good 5 years. His eyes casted down at the floor. Taking deep breath to stop his fast beating heart. All this, all of this is simply just a game to him.

Yes a game. It was a hint planted into his mind by Jung Su in his University days. He seem to not be in so deep now but it is still there.

His hands trembled with anticipation.

The distorted image of society simply added to it. His bad childhood and getting into bad company, it just added to who he is right now. He glanced at his knife, safely tucked away from public's eye. It occasionally caught the light and glinting like a ray of hope.

Yes it's hope. It's definitely hope, don't even try to change his mind about it. He stood up. He started walking. Knife is held in his hands. Bumping into people and stabbing them.

He didn't feel scared. He didn't feel anything. It is just the urge he has to fulfil before it gets a little out of hand. The man or woman he stabbed falls to the floor writhing in pain. He made sure to stab the vital organs.

People rushed to help the people who have fallen and blood spewing out of them. It was so funny. Life is so fragile and "precious". Ahh but it wasn't really enough.

He continued to stab more people, adding more heads to his collection of kills on his list. One by one, stabbing over and over.

His mask and clothes is splattered with blood of different people. His clothes weren't that obvious since they were all black. It just looks slightly darker like water had stained them.

He removed his mask and stared at the knife in his hands. It was filled with blood. Licking them, "Sweet as I remember." He mutters, before putting his knife away and wearing a new mask instead.

When he kills, it is like he is invisible and people don't even notice him. They are always so focused with the victim they forget about him. Rushing to call the police and the ambulance, but Jimin knows that they are all dead meat.

He takes the same bus back to his building, to retrieve his car and head home.

He hasn't done such a thing since he graduated University and joined the company he previously was at, to become a psychiatrist for those dangerous murderers.

They really believe that these people who treat murderers are sane. Well that may be true for the most part but Jimin definitely isn't sane at all. He is out of his mind. There are no maybes or what ifs he is just insane.

To him, everyone and everything is a tool, a tool for him to use for bad deeds. He does get his hands dirty some time, courtesy of Jung Su. He might have been trained in such a way but he became worse by himself for various reasons.

Still he went to work everyday with a smile on his face, hiding all of these deeds just under the surface of his mask. They will definitely write about him tomorrow he knows it.

He is known as the silent killer (what the media calls him, he doesn't have a name). He smiles, evil glint in his eyes as he makes his way back home.

This is all training, all training for the day he finishes his mission — kill Jung Su.

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This is a bad chapter XD but I hope you like it. 😂