Taehyung slammed the door as Jongknnand his parents left his house, and stormed to his room.
"Tae??" Jimin calls out, following the tallest.
The door was slammed in Jimin's face unexpectedly,
"Tae, why are you mad???"
"He made a fucking fool out of me! No wonder he picked my apartment, his fucking parents are homophobes." The tallest's voice raspes out as he follows on his bed and curled up.
"But don't worry! I can talk to them, and I'll have a talk with Jongin, too.. Open the door, please?" The eldest soothed, turning the doorknob side to side as he spoke.
"No. I want alone time." Taehyung grumbles.
Jimin exhaled sharply, and let go of the doorknob, dragging himself to the couch. He pulled out his phone, and glanced at the messages Jongin sent him.
JI: I don't know why you're hanging out with that prick.
JI: Hes dangerous, I'm telling you
JI: Even if you like him, let him go, he'll break your heart, and something else.
As soon as Jimin was going to text back, he heard a small knock on the door. He swung it open and looked at Jongin that had watery eyes,
"Jimin, you need to get out of here."
"Jongin? What are all these messages, and why were you mean to Taehyung?!?" The smallest snaps.
"Taehyung is a killer, okay?! He murders people and drinks their blood, he rips them apart, and works for some dude names Hajun! He murdered your family, Jimin!" Jongin shakes his soulmate by his shoulders, watching in guilt as Jimin's face faded to an emotionless expression.
"No, you're just saying that so I won't like him..." Jimin mumbled.
"What's going— Jongin? What are you doing here??" Taehyung asks as he left his room due to the loud ruckus.
"I'm telling Jimin the truth. That you murdered his family, and you're just a killer that likes to drink blood. And you were getting close to Jimin just to break his fucking bones." Jongin roughly sneers, holding Jimin from behind.
Taehyung's eyes shook as Jimin widened his eyes,
"You were planning to kill me? Is this what it all was? To fucking KILL ME?!" Jimin screams out, staring at Taehyung.
"No— What.. No! Jimin, I don't want to kill you! What the hell are you talking about, Jongin?!"
"You still wanna lie, huh. Listen to this, Jimin." Jongin pulls out his phone, pressing "play" on the audio message Hajun has sent him.
"Taehyung, have you eliminated the target?" Says Hajun through the phone, speaking a foreign language with an informal manner.
"Yeahh, the cops didn't find him, but if they do, I'll make sure my tracks are covered. Is this why you called me?" Taehyung questions in the same manner of informal language, *gently soaking his shoes into warm water and soap, scrubbing them as he placed the phone on speaker.*
"Not exactly. I don't mean to stress you after the killing spree you made four months ago.... But there's one victim left." The random man in the phone sighs out not in irritation, but worry.
"I've killed nine people in the Park family months ago, and Park Jihyun made it ten. There's no one left, Hajun." The blonde-haired male scoffs, throwing his hands up in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, I hate to break it to you, but there's one more family member left. His name is Park Jimin. He's twenty-four years old, with light blonde hair, and the height of 5'7. He also comes from Busan like the rest of his family. He's located in Seoul, right where you live, my friend!" Hajun declares in pride.
*A deep sigh rose from the depths of Taehyung's chest, and laid out in the tip of his tongue once his phone rang shortly with a new notification.*
"That's a picture of your victim." Hajun declares.
*Tae opens the message, swiping his fingers in urgency to zoom into the image. His heart skips a beat at the male's unexpected beauty, he scoffs to himself, the top of his thumb pressing on the button to shut his phone off, still listening to Hajun.*
"I expect you not to get caught, Taehyung. You know the prices that you'll have to pay." Jun warns, the soft tapping of his keyboard erupting into the phone.
"Yeah, like I'd be scared of you. No need to remind me, idiot, I'll get this done. Cya later." Tae laments.
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RomanceA serial killer has roamed the Seoul streets for four years without getting caught. He longs for the taste of blood, and the crack of bones, he'd seem like a normal guy at first, but the thought of a drop of blood would drive him mad. His name is Ki...
