The horrific screams from a terrified women sting the midnight air, marking it with a cruel stain. It was ecstasy to his ears. It was the perfect lullaby that sang through his head every night and day. He scrapes his knife along the ageing stone, a menacing smile twisted to his lips. He laughs gleefully, stalking his prey as she clumsily hobbles down the alleyway. He had caught her outside a club, one well known to be shady in its running. So he knew no one would pay notice to him, everyone around these parts were doing illegal things, what was one more.

"Please! Someone help me!" She screams at the top of her lungs, her throat burning as she does.

"Screaming's useless you know that? No ones going to hear and even if they do they won't care." Jungkook chuckles lightly, grin so sinister in its wake.

He felt his heart pounding, the desire to kill rushing through his veins like poison. He began to salivate at the idea of slicing this girls throat, seeing the blood gush out, soak his hands in red. The look of fear in her eyes was arousing, she looked utterly terrified, scared for her life. That was the best part. They always begged for their lives, pleaded with him as if he had any mercy.

"Please don't kill me! Please I'm begging you!" She begins to sob, her back pressed up against the brick wall as she reaches the end of the alleyway.

Jungkook snarks, scoffing at her as if she was pathetic for begging him. They must know he's going to kill them, that they're going to die no matter what they say. Once he had laid eyes on his victim their fates were sealed. No one could escape his deadly grasp, no one.

"You're fucking disgusting." Jungkook swiftly grips her neck, pushing her cheek harshly against the rough brick.

Without thought he begins plunging the knife into her stomach. He continues this over and over again, pushing the knife in deeper every time. Blood begins to splatter out her lips, coughing up more as the torment goes on. Jungkook begins to lose count of the amount of times he's stabbed her, getting lost in his own lust and anger.

After his hands were soaked in her blood, the blade beginning to dull. He roughly pulls the knife out of her torn up stomach, her lifeless body drops to the floor. He tilts his head, his cold eyes starting down at her mangled corpse. He could see the life fading away, the glimmer in those pearly blues disappear. It was hauntingly beautiful. It made his blood pump, forcing a pleasurable slither down his spine.

This was what kept him alive, kept his heart beating through his vile veins. He needed the thrill, the excitement that at any moment someone may stubble across his masterpiece. He loved the idea of being caught, loved the fame that would follow him.

He takes in a deep breathe, savouring this sweet moment before he silently fades into the depths of the night.

•••

Bailey fusses in his lap, wailing loudly as Jimin tries to calm him down. He wasn't sure what made him so upset. He tried swaying him back and forth, reading him a story but nothing seemed to work.

"Bailey...please just go to sleep." Jimin whines at him, so drained from his day.

"Can I try?" There was a light tap on the wall, Yoongi loitering by the door.

Jimin's eyebrow raised, looking at him sceptically as he didn't think he liked children very much. Yoongi walks further into the room, gummy smile on those glossy lips.

"Oh? Umm sure?" He passes the fussy Bailey over, Yoongi gladly takes him.

"Hey little guy, my names Yoongi. It's very nice to meet you." He rocks the child back and forth, his fingers gently holding his tiny little hand.

Bailey continues to cry, squirming a little in his grasp. Yoongi keeps rocking him, his fingers lighting rubbing Baileys chest. Bailey softly giggles, starting to slowly holt his wailing.

"Wow! You're good."

Jimin look in surprise, impressed how quickly and with such ease Yoongi got Bailey to calm down. He was one stubborn boy. A lot like his father.

"Thanks. Have my niece to thank for all the practice."

Yoongi gently lays the child down, admiring the sweetness of youth.

"I didn't know you had a niece." Jimin was beginning to realise how little they knew about each other.

"Yeah, well. Not much for small talk me. Keep my private life private. Can never be too careful with my line of work." Yoongi glances over to him, soft smile tied to his face.

Jimin nods, biting his lip as he begins to take in everything that has happened. He hasn't allowed himself much time to think or dwell. He had Bailey to look after and at this point he was is one and only priority.

"You okay? When you called you sounded stressed. Has something happened between you and Jungkook?" He says with concern and also to dig as his instinct assured him something was off about that man.

Jimin sighs, not sure how to answer as he wasn't entirely sure himself. He supposed, he had been a little harsh but he was just so frustrated with Jungkook. Tired of the lies, of the late nights and the suspicious behaviour. He just felt like Jungkook was pulling away, hiding something that he didn't want to share. He had this gut feeling that Jungkook wasn't telling him something but he couldn't figure out what. He loved the man. He truly meant that and he felt that ache for him piercing his heart.

"Nothing that hasn't happened before. He can just be frustrating sometimes." Jimin huffs out, hands clenched as the emotions cloak around him. "He's one stubborn man."

Yoongi tilts his head, ideas running ragged in his suspicious mind. "How did you to meet?" He couldn't help being curious. The detective in him screaming out question and dig for information.

Jimin leans back, his head looking up the ceiling as he lets his body finally relax. A hint of a smile torturing it way to his lips as he reflects back on the fond memories him and Jungkook shared.

"We went to school together. I knew of him but he didn't even know I existed." He chuckles softly, remembering the beauty that was Jungkook. "We officially meet at some stupid high school party. It was Halloween and he dressed up as bloody Charles Manson." He shakes his head, gentle roll of the eye.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, listening intently like a predator waiting patiently for its prey. "Why Charles Manson?" He quirks, intrigued at the costume choice.

"I don't know. Guess he's always had a fascination with serial killers. Anyway, it was a good costume, he had the beard and everything." Jimin shrugs off, not thinking much of it. "Then the rest was history as they say. Started dating not long afterwards, got married and had Bailey."

Yoongi takes note, his gut telling him there's something not quite right. He couldn't shake this feeling Jungkook was hiding something and Jimin was beginning to notice even if he didn't realise.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

.....

The smell of blood cascaded the air, soaking his clothes and skin in its glory. A bottle grasped his stained hand, half empty while several more laid around him discarded. It was a cold unforgiving night, the ringing of tortured screams borrowing in his ear. His chest rose and fell while the adrenaline still pumped through his veins.

Excitement stung his emotions as the events of the night ran around his mind. An eerie twisted smile laced his lips as he laughed into the darkness.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" He takes a large swing of his drink, blood smothering his face.

He sat in his backyard, alone, allowing his true self to come forward. No one was around, no one could stop him and he couldn't help himself but smile at the tantalising sound.

His night was filled with agonising screams and the stench of death. The blood beginning to dry- a great reminder of the thrilling night he has had. A spark in his eye while he imagines the look on the little detectives face once he discovers his little presents.

"I'm fucking invincible!" His confidence at an all time high, he's never felt so alive.

He finishes off his drink, throwing it to the ground as his vision blurs. Sinking lower into his seat he allow his body to relax. He pulls his head back, closing his eyes taking in the night that was full with monsters and lingering of death.

His laugh overtakes the silence, his veins flowing with pure evil as his thoughts wonder. He begins to imagine Jimin, his beautiful husband and father to his son. At first they are pleasant thoughts, loving ones as he thinks about the man he loves.

Then it takes a turn as his gruesome mind reminds him of his betrayal. He begins to imagine Jimin begging for his life, pleading for mercy while blood splatters around him. A knife teasingly in his grip, he plunges it into his husband. He'd take it slow. Savouring every slice and shriek of agony Jimin made like music to his ears. The more he thought about it the more delicious it became.

One of these days. One of these days he promised himself.

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Wow! I know I can't believe I've posted! So sorry it's been so long!

Thank you for everyone still reading and hope you are all doing well❤️‍🔥🥰