"What about us, baby boy?" Namjoon asked softly, his fingertips tracing circles into the small of the younger's back.

"Well, we know that we like each other," Jimin began, seeming anxious. "We've been dating... and we just had sex.. I-I feel like we have really great chemistry."

Thinking about it for a moment, Namjoon nodded. "I do think that we get along really well. And I have enjoyed dating you, even though it hasn't been that long."

The man's hopeful words caused Jimin's heart to race. He pulled back, lying on his side so that he could look at Namjoon's face. The taller's arm slid across his back as he did so, his hand on Jimin's hip as chills ran up the boy's spine.

"Namjoon hyung, I really really like you and I want you in my life." Jimin's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his nerves getting to him. "Would.. would you want to be my boyfriend?"

As soon as the question was out in the open, Namjoon visibly stiffened and his hand fell off of Jimin's hip, landing on the bed.

"You don't... you don't feel the same, do you?" Jimin whispered, looking anywhere but Namjoon's face.

"Jimin, I'm so sorry. When I got the app, it was only because my friend was tired of me complaining all of the time. I was never really looking for a relationship," he broke the news to the younger boy. "Don't get me wrong, I do like you, but not the same way that you like me."

"So you just want me for sex then, right?"

"No! Not at all! I enjoy our dates and I love our friendship. I just.. don't really want to commit to anybody right now," Namjoon tried to explain.

"I... understand," Jimin breathed, closing his eyes to take a moment and stop himself from crying. "Okay hyung."

"I'm sorry, Jimin," he apologized once more, truly sorry as he felt guilty turning people down – especially cuties like Jimin.

"It's okay hyung. I promise," Jimin assured, sitting up and straddling Namjoon's hips. He placed a hand on the side of the man's face, staring down at him lovingly.

Namjoon placed one of his large hands atop Jimin's which was resting on his cheek. "Promise?"

"Promise," Jimin replied, leaning down to kiss Namjoon while he reached for something on his bedside table.

When he pulled away, he held up a blindfold, raising an eyebrow. "I wanna surprise you with something."

Namjoon agreed and allowed the boy to blindfold him. He felt Jimin crawling off of him and the bed, the younger telling him to say put as he was going to return soon.

The boy did return fairly soon, straddling Namjoon once more. He uncapped the marker in his hand before writing the words 'COMMITMENT ISSUES' on Namjoon's stomach with it.

"I want to take some pictures of you, if that's okay. I won't post them anywhere and I'll take them with my cell phone," Jimin told him, quickly earning a nod and verbal 'yes' in approval. "Don't worry about the writing either. It's all for the aesthetic."

Jimin smirked to himself and capped the marker, grabbing the metal handcuffs on the bed beside him. He took Namjoon's wrists, cuffing them to the bed above his head.

"Kinky," Namjoon commented, earning a giggle from Jimin and a small 'just a little.'

The smaller boy picked up his cell phone, taking a few photos from close up before climbing off of the bed and taking a couple full body shots.

"As much as I like being a model, I'm really enjoying being your photographer," he commented, tossing his phone back down on the bed.

Once again, he crawled onto Namjoon and straddled his hips, their exposed cocks brushing.

Jimin then began slowly grinding his hips into Namjoon's, causing the older to let out a soft groan.

"Hyung," Jimin drawled, trailing his hands up Namjoon's body until they reached the man's throat. "There are two things that I want you to know."

"Mm.. okay," Namjoon agreed easily, not caring what it was as long as Jimin's hips continued to move against his.

"I know it's extremely too soon and you don't feel the same, but I think I'm falling in love with you," Jimin spoke softly, his thumbs caressing the older's throat. "I could be wrong, because I've never been in love before, but I know that I feel strongly about you."

Namjoon bit his lower lip before his mouth fell open with a moan. "Jiminie-" he began, but was cut off by a kiss.

When Jimin pulled away, he kissed up Namjoon's jawline until he reached his ear. He began whispering, "Did you like the dinner I made for you? Did you like him?" 

"It was delicious," Namjoon commented, but was then caught off guard. "What do you mean him?"

"You seem so intelligent, Namjoon hyung, but in reality you're clueless and so, so vulnerable."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Choi Sungoh was his name," Jimin continued, ignoring Namjoon. "You have him to thank for the delicious meal. Oh wait! You can't thank him!" He giggled as if it was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"So you're saying that.. that I... ate a human?" Namjoon asked hesitantly, fearing the answer.

Jimin pressed a kiss to Namjoon's lips, murmuring a sly, "yes."

The older man began to panic, thrashing his body around. He couldn't do anything with his hands, as they were still cuffed above his head, so he tried his best to kick his legs around.

"I should've known that you'd react like this," Jimin sighed, climbing off of Namjoon and picking up a knife from beside him, stabbing it into Namjoon's thigh, making the man shout in pain.

He then removed the blindfold from Namjoon's eyes, the man's terrified expression meeting his sinister gaze.

"You're fucking sick, Jimin. You need help."

"Y'know, it's a lot easier with the handcuffs. Otherwise they scratch and claw at you to get away. It leaves a lot of scars." Namjoon's eyes trailed across Jimin's body, looking at the marks that he didn't pay enough attention to before as he listened to the boy speak. "It's even harder when they get their hands on a weapon." The younger patted his right thigh.

Namjoon's eyes traveled toward Jimin's hands, just now seeing how one of his pinky fingers was shorter. Jimin noticed his lingering gaze and held the finger close to Namjoon's face, wiggling it.

"Lee Junho. Bit the tip of my finger clean off. Crazy bastard almost got away." He smiled at the digit lovingly, reliving the memory in his mind. "I think it looks pretty cool, don't you?"

The other male stayed silent, staring at and listening to the boy atop him in awe and terror. He never expected that gorgeous, innocent Park Jimin – with the dainty figure and giggle so cute it could make you melt – would turn out to be such a monster.

"The whole time I've known you, I've been thinking." Jimin licked his lips, staring down at the elder. "I bet you taste absolutely divine."

"J-Jimin please," Namjoon stuttered, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Please, what?"

Jimin grabbed the knife that was still in Namjoon's leg and yanked it out, Namjoon crying out in pain again. He had been so afraid and in shock that he had forgotten about the weapon in his thigh.

"P-please.. don't kill me," he choked out, his eyes closed tightly in pain.

"I'm afraid you're too late, hyung," Jimin informed, a pout on his face. "I really did like you, ya know? But I guess it wasn't meant to be.. just like the others."

"How many.. others are there?"

"Good question," Jimin hummed as he took a moment to think. "If I'm remembering correctly, you'll be number nine."

"Nine?! How have you not been arrested?"

"I'm very careful and secretive. Plus, it doesn't hurt when your friend is the police chief's daughter," he snickered, feeling amused. "Speaking of her, she called dibs on you, hyung!"

"D-dibs?"

"Yep! But don't worry about that right now. Instead," Jimin picked up his cell phone, crawling on top of Namjoon and aiming it at the man. "Smile, hyung!"

Jimin snapped photos as his right hand wrapped around Namjoon's throat, squeezing as tight as he possibly could. It was a little difficult since Namjoon kept thrashing around and the blood coming from his thigh injury was running all over, but he managed to keep himself steadied.

Deciding that he had taken enough photos for the moment, he set his phone aside and leaned down to kiss Namjoon. Taking advantage of the situation, he slipped his tongue past the choking man's lips and explored his mouth.

Namjoon's wrists ached as he tried to pull his hands out of the cuffs. Unfortunately, they were too tight and felt as if they might have been cutting into his wrists.

He never imagined that he would be in such a situation, but then again, who would?

It's not everyday the guy you're dating turns out to be a psychopath cannibal who is trying to kill you and eat you.

"J-J-Jim... in.." Namjoon managed to get out, looking at the boy. "P-pl..."

"Hush, baby. If you try to talk again, this will end even quicker and I want to have some fun with you before the finale." Jimin smirked, but it soon faded as Namjoon attempted to speak again. "Hey, shut up!"

The elder lifted his left leg, kneeing Jimin in the back as forcefully as he could. The dainty boy's body lurched forward slightly at the impact. He looked up at Namjoon angrily, releasing the grip on his throat.

As Namjoon was choking and gasping for air, Jimin gripped the knife for a second time and stabbed the man in the throat, twisting the knife from side to side to fully enjoy it. He grinned as he listened to the sound of the man's throat against the knife and how the blood caused it to make a slight squishing sound.

He watched intently as Namjoon died, the light that was once in his eyes quickly fading out and leaving them dull. It was an enjoyable show, but it wasn't how he had planned for it to go, so he was a tad frustrated that everything had not gone exactly how he had intended.

Nonetheless, the problem was eliminated and he now had plenty of meat to add to his freezer.

authors note:
hey everyone! i hope you liked this chapter!
i get none of you expected it to go this direction, did ya?
let me know what you think!