Psychopath ✓

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(Warning: This chapter includes some gore.)

     Jongin swung his small bag of food back and forth as he strolled back to his house, just a small loft. Working two jobs gave him the house of his dreams, he always anticipated a medium, pretty house, all to himself.

He entered the house, locking the front door afterwards. Jong roamed his eyes around the house, scanning the corners of the house.

He felt like something was wrong.

"Greetings." Hummed a voice.

Jongin jumped, holding his chest in fear as he glared at a male with horribly cut black hair, his bowl cut was off point, and his glasses just made him look creepier.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?! I locked my house."

"Relax, I'll answer those questions!" The male smiled.
Jongin watched as the male approached him, he was ready if the man tried to do anything.

"My name is Hajun, dear. And we need to have a small conversation about your best friend."
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The male with dirty blonde hair rushes to the loud noise. His heart shook in place as he saw a car that stopped in the middle of the empty road. As his eyes glided down the car, his heart dropped.

Jimin laid still on the ground.

Taehyung's eye twitches as he looked at the woman that tried to reverse her car, she was trying to commit a hit-and-run, right in front of Tae's eyes.
He rushed to the woman, crouching to pick up a rock, he slammed it through the window, watching it shatter, and cut the woman a few times.

The man in the other seat stepped out of the car, spitting insults and arguing. But Taehyung didn't pay attention. They hurt Jimin.
He might even be dead.

God, he hoped he wasn't. There was still time to call the ambulance or something.
As the man grabbed Taehyung by the collar of his shirt, Taehyung swung his fist and nailed a punch right into his jaw that cracked subtly.

"Get the hell off of me!" Taehyung boomed, tears piercing his eyes gently.
The tallest grabbed the male and a rock, slamming the large rock down his face until he kicked and muffled his screams.
The woman cried, trying to get out of the car, but Taehyung blocked it with his back, as he bashed the man's face with the rocky material.

The man was now a lifeless corpse, Tae's pupils now constricted, he was going insane again. His lip twitched in disgust as his eyes slowly met with the woman's.
He didn't speak, but the woman already felt guilty for what she had done. He female watched in regret as Taehyung grabbed Jimin and gently set him against the sidewalk. He walked back towards the woman, his fists clenched, and his face numb with no expression.

     The woman cried out once Tae grabbed her by the hair, and began slamming her face on the steering wheel over and over again.
    She clawed his hand, trying to force him to stop, but he didn't stop.

He watched as the blood ran out of her nose, and finally slammed her face into the remains of sharp glass on the car window. A shard of glass went through her head, killing her instantly.
He glanced at his hands, and his outfit, sparkly clean.

The incinerator was nearby that one place where he killed the cheating man. Not too far away from here, so he would be able to sneak past the empty streets and quiet night.

He dashed towards Jimin that still laid in the sidewalk, kneeling down to cup his face and cry.
"God, I'm so fucking sorry." He sobbed out, finally talking after a while.

He pulled out his phone, brainstorming to himself.

This was it, he could either let Jimin die and rot there and complete his "mission", or he could save his best friend.

...

Taehyung dialed a number, and waited as he called an ambulance. He explained to the person through the phone that his best friend had been hit by a car.

He glanced at the two corpses, and sighed roughly, slamming his hand on the ground as he held Jimin close.

He'd be fine here for a little while. He thinks, placing him down gently, and grabbing the first corpse.
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