CUTS || VMIN

°2

WARNING: self harm

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taehyung rolled up his sleeve, leaning back against the bathtub wall. he pressed the blade into his arm, feeling the sting as he pressed deeper. he smiled.

all those girls and boys whom he killed was being etched into the depths of his mind. and he couldn't be any happier.

blood dripped into the water, surrounding him in a vast pool of red. and he grinned. he couldn't stop grinning. call him a creep, but he loved blood. he couldn't explain it— he just loved blood.

he counted silently, watching the newly opened slits bleed slowly. "one, two, three..." and he continued.

thirty. there were thirty slits. thirty murders. he smiled, leaning back again, breathing in deeply. thirty people who he had killed violently. thirty people who he had made suffer. and he was happy about it.

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"hey, man! this jimin guy is gonna meet you soon. don't scare him away, alright?" seojoon chuckled. "i know you can be really into your murder stuff, so don't be too scary."

taehyung chuckled, looking at the scars on his arm. he smiled, "yeah, don't worry. i won't scare him away."

suddenly, the door to the cafe jingled, and a small man walked in. taehyung automatically recognized him. it was the man who spilled coffee all over his nice shirt.

he remembered that night... he sniffed the coffee on his shirt. he didn't know why, but he hated the smell. but he smelled it some more. it was enticing— a sweet yet bitter smell. he wondered how this man smelled. oh, right, he wasn't supposed to scare him.

taehyung smiled, "you again! so you're my editor?"

jimin smiled and sat down across from taehyung, "seems so. i'm excited to see what you'll be writing... i'm always fascinated by the genre."

taehyung nodded. "well, last night i had a sort of burst of inspiration. wanna look over what i have?"

jimin nodded, "sure!" he gently pulled the computer to him, reading what taehyung had written.

taehyung leaned back and stared at him. he breathed in deeply. they were close enough for him to smell him. he... smelled fresh. he smelled like someone who uses fabric softener. taehyung was fascinated. he rolled up is sleeve and traced a few lines, becoming entranced by the cuts. he smiled, chuckling softly to himself.

"are you alright?" jimin asked, drawing taehyung out of his trance. taehyung immediately pulled his sleeve down.

"yeah, yeah, it's nothing. how was it?"

jimin frowned, but seemed to shake it off. "it was amazing. there were a couple double commas and periods, but that's an easy fix. you really are a good writer."

taehyung smiled. i know. "thank you."

"of course. it'll be fun to edit your work."

taehyung nodded. "well, it's time for me to get going, so i'll see you here tomorrow!"

jimin nodded. "see you!"

taehyung got up and left the cafe, leaving jimin by himself. he stood up and walked over to the counter.

"hey, jin, is he always like this?" jimin asked, tapping his fingers against the marble counter.

seokjin frowned. "he is. he's a strange guy, that one."

"what- what about those cuts on his arm? what's that all about?"

"those cuts? oh, i asked once and he said it was just his dog."

dogs don't make marks like that. "oh! i see," jimin laughed. "how strange."

and that's when jimin fell into the rabbit hole.

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WARNING: bxg smut

taehyung held her down by her neck, pulling her head back by her hair. she gasped, throwing herself back onto his cock.

"fuck! yes! please, harder!"

taehyung squeezed harder. what? she wanted it harder, right?

she gasped, clawing at the sheets for air. her eyes were bugging as he fucked into her from behind, confusion painted prettily across her features.

"isn't this what you wanted, whore?" taehyung grinned, slamming harder.

she couldn't breathe. she clawed at the blankets, attempting to run away, before she collapsed beneath taehyung. she stopped breathing.

taehyung smiled. he gasped as he felt a pang of pleasure run down his spine, not only by the fact that his cock was buried deep inside her, but by the fact that she was dead. he came.

he pulled out, flipping her over onto her back. "what a slut," he murmured. "she really just wanted the sex. stupid bitch."

he pushed her off his bed, body slamming to the floor with a dull thump. he laid back down, sighing in relief. he'd been itching. ever since he met jimin, he'd been itching to kill someone. he didn't even know why. jimin was pretty, handsome, someone that was a bit of a mystery.

that's perfect. the handsome love interest. i'll write that into the story.

but besides that, he wanted to get to know jimin. he wanted to maybe even play with jimin— just cut him up a bit. or... would jimin cut him up? he hardly knew the man. but he couldn't help the sickly smile that spread across his face at the thought of all that jimin could do to him.

he stood to his feet, throwing on some clothes after cleaning himself up with some tissues. and then he dragged her by her feet, and threw her down the stairs.

every thump, he felt another tingle run up his spine. he loved the sound. he loved the mess.

he walked down after her, finding her sprawled our at the bottom of the stairs. blood seeped from her nose and lips, making a pretty addition to her face.

"shame," he said, nonchalantly.

he then dragged her to the pit and threw her in. it was like a ritual to him by then.

gas, match, and then fire.

he sat down, watching her body go up in flames.

"hah, jimin. you're making me do crazy things and i've only just met you. whatever will i do?"