⚠️Gore/ Triggering Scenes

June 21, 2019
Friday
5:00 pm

(Y/N) bit her lips into a thin line, passing slowly down the halls crowded by maids and butlers while bothersome thoughts and presumptions loomed over her noggin. It was rather an eventful week, with Yoonah missing, Namjoon becoming more controlling of everyone's propositions, Jungkook falling deeper to his illness, and so on forth. (Y/N) subconsciously creased her eyebrows to the middle to discern brooding lines on her (s/c) features as she kept thinking... remembering.

Looking up she noticed two figures in front of Lucas's room, Yoongi and Hoseok in specific, peering silently at the scene transpiring in front of them; their bodies were tensed, chest compacted to small breaths. The two hadn't noticed the female appear beside them and seemed entirely detached from the reality.

"W-What's going on?" (Y/N) felt her throat tighten as she finally caught a glimpse of the boys' view. She had no strength to speak nor move.

The cardiac monitor, the one that keeps Lucas's heart in check goes blank, the once up and downs on the screen goes straight.

There was no heartbeat.

"Seo-Seokjin... Luc-Lucas, he's—he's okay... righ—"

"Come on (Y/N), you don't have to see this," Hoseok stepped in front of (Y/N), covering her vision. Yoongi tugged on her arm, but she gave no vivid response; he tugged again and this time, her glassy gaze weaving layers of pleads and sadness met his stern ones. "Yoongi get her out of here."

Seokjin proceeded to perform CPR to Lucas despite hearing (Y/N)'s heartbreaking words filled with fake-hope. "Come on, breathe Lucas, breathe!" He gritted through his teeth as he continuously push hard and push fast; he placed his hands, one on top of the other, in the middle of the chest while the blond haired male used all of his strength to deliver compressions to circulate blood then delivered rescue breaths. 'I don't understand, his vitals yesterday was perfectly normal, why is going to cardiac arrest?! DAMN HE'S NOT RESPONDING!'

"No, Hoseok, I'm not going anywhe—" (Y/N)'s face fell. Instantly, her skin greyed, mouth hung with lips slightly parted and eyes widened in shock. Seokjin reached his two fingers underneath Lucas's jaw and shook his head. A soft, apologetic sigh escaped his lips as he looked at (Y/N) with a broken expression.

He died.

Lucas died.

She feels like a useless, a defective, dysfunctional junk. Without thinking, her small hand found Lucas' without thinking and recoiled just as fast— it was so cold. He was gone. She expected herself to cry yet in truth, she felt nothing at all— felt as if she wasn't capable of feeling anything again. All of her tears had dried long ago so she's left with a stoic expression, an expression so dull that no one can no longer decipher what she feels.

Then there was a scream in her head. In that empty scream is the pain of the indifferent, a monster who finally releases itself from the chains that hid it away inside of (Y/N)'s mind.

"(Y/N)—" Hoseok put a hand over her shoulder which she easily slid off from.

"I'm okay... I feel better than okay," she said, stumbling backwards. Her heel collided with the nightstand, causing the ceramic lamp to fall to the ground. (Y/N) kneeled down, picking the broken ceramic pieces delicately until her fingers coiled into a ball. The pieces pierced the skin of her palms, it's sharp ends digging all the way to the whites of her bones. "Huh... I don't feel anything."

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6:00 pm

Jimin squatted himself down a velvet recliner, heaving heavy breaths. The male rolls his head in a circular motion, letting his tight muscles to release the straining tension before pulling a lighter out of his pocket. Upon flickering the object to emit ghastly flames to dance, leap in the air as it reached hungrily for anything that it can consume to fuel its wrath, Jimin's cherry plumped lip twitches upwards.

Jimin turns his body, watching his mother in the bed. "Is this the way you wanted to go mother?" Jimin asked, his voice had no pity. "Dying in the hands of your son?"

He had no choice. His mother wanted (Y/N) all to herself. Mrs. Park planned to take (Y/N) away from everybody.

His mother stared at him as the blood stained sheets beneath her continues to expand with each ticking second. The vile liquid gushed in a contrasting flow, coming in thick consistency and overbearing miasma; it flowed through her fingers as the mother attempted to clasp shut the ripped flesh caused by her son. Mrs. Park felt the blood course over her hands, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than her own skin.

"W-Why—" she choked, the turning of events whiplashing the frail elder; one moment Jimin greeted his mother with his usual smile, the next he's slandering her in the comforts of her own home. After a few moments, the blood was still leaving her paling flesh, but the pulses were slower.... weaker. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You know eomma... when I was a boy, I slept in a concreted basement every single night while you and appa slept in this house," Jimin gestured the large manor he could've grew up in, "the men who took me away... you know what they told me? T-they told me it was my own father who arranged my kidnapping. In the matter of fact... he wasn't my father at all; I was an illegitimate child— you fucked another man and I was sadly the outcome of your terrible choices. I was extremely angry when I found out that your husband, my step-father, died before I could kill him myself."

Jimin laughed exasperatedly while tears stung his eyes and cheeks. "Instead of kindly killing me off just like that, they came into a conclusion of keeping me. They tortured me every single fucking day until I take someone's life without hesitation. All of them made me kill a baby in front of its wailing mother... and you know what else they forced me to do? They-they forced me to cut that baby apart and serve it to the mother without telling her it was her child."

"I..." he gulped, forcing another wave of laughter to scrape out of his throbbing throat. "I was only ten."

Black filled the edges of his mother's vision and the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat; her son places his face close to his mother's, examining her current state as he held a lighter in his hand.

"For years, I grew accustomed to murdering because that was the only way I could fucking survive in this shitty world so I would be able to see my mother again. But you what I saw? What's imbedded in my mind when you and I rejoined, eomma?

...disgust.

The repulsion in your face when you discovered that your once loving son had turned into this beast. The only way I could get the love I ached from you is to pretend that I'm good. That all of those years I've spent in that fucking hell hole suddenly vanished. YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!! You wanted me molded into something I'm not, something I no longer am!!"

Jimin grasps the side of his face as he entirely devours the hysteria unfolding inside of him. He held his mother's journal in front of her and wickedly smiled. "But that doesn't matter now... what matters now is you taking (Y/N) away from me... oh mother... I knew that you were hiding something from me... that you were hiding the real truth of (Y/N)'s past."

The male flickers the lighter and held the burning fire to his mother's flesh. The sound of fresh pulp splitting apart echoed, revealing Mrs. Park's barely beating heart. His mother shrieked in agony as she used her left over energy to shake Jimin out of her.

Date: xx, xx, 2016

Today began normal as usual; I was taking a walk along the path near my summer home to cleanse my mind of the stress back at the station. But along the way... I saw her. She was unresponsive with blood scattered all over her body... but she had no traces of wounds. I brought her to my summer home with the help of my men; and I later found out that her name is (Y/N) (L/N), the same child I've dealt with years ago when her father and mother was brutally murdered.

Date: xx, xx, 2016

I had to prepare myself whilst writing this entry today...

After (Y/N) woke up, I suggested for her to stay here with me in my summer home to take therapy classes. A couple of days passed by in a breeze and I couldn't help but remember my missing son, Park Jimin, as I spent time with (Y/N). She acted the same as him: bubbly, cute, and is always in need of comfort so I've grown severely attached to her like she was my own daughter... yet it had to end when she wanted to leave the house. I begged her to stay.

Still, she insisted because she needed to find her "friend", Lucas.

She explained that Lucas helped her escaped her abusive ex-boyfriend— the sole reason why she was covered with blood and passed out in the forest.

But I know when people lie.

And she was lying.

Being the qualified psychologist I am dealing with countless criminals, I used hypnosis while she was asleep to dig out information. My curiosity got the best of me— I needed to know why my little girl wanted to leave me.

That boy Lucas... he wasn't her friend... he was her boyfriend, her lover that she claimed to be abusive.

(Y/N) was never the victim.

She was never attacked.

So I dug in more into her memories, all the way the night I first met her when she was a child. The way she spoke while under my hypnosis scared me. We never found the murderer of her parents. I thought I was doing some good. I thought by erasing her memories of that case would cleanse her mind— I never knew that she was the one.

She was such a young child.

I never knew.

I never thought of it.

But I've grown so much towards her.

Loosing her is like loosing my son.

She was the killer of her own parents. She was born a psychopath, a woman who thirsted for blood, a human being who lacks remorse or guilt. Then going back with Lucas. Lucas was her boyfriend. She became possessive. She wanted him and only him, but the moment Lucas decided to call their relationship off, (Y/N) went deranged. She believed that if she can't have him, no one can. She drugged Lucas, tricking him that they'll go stargazing up in the mountains and bashed him in the head with rocks.

Once she sees Lucas again... she won't hesitate killing him... and no one will ever suspect anything.

I can't loose another important human being out of my life.

So...

I decided to erase her memory of the horrible thing she did and replaced it like she was the victim. I made her innocent. No one will be able to track Lucas back. I will erase his history. (Y/N) will be safe.

She will be safe.

As long as she's here with me.

As long as she's under my watch.

She won't be able to hurt anyone.

"I now understand why you wanted her..." Jimin whispered, throwing the flames of his lighter to the gas-covered bed his mother laid upon. "You didn't want (Y/N) to turn like me... to turn into a beast."

The red headed male watched the flames rip their way through his mother, tendrils of smoke reaching desperately into an open area as if it was trying to escape the blazing inferno. Jimin turned his back, closed the door and left the room where his mother screamed for mercy. The yellow and red colors of the flames refused to be contained, condemned to die into ashes, as it scattered its destructive power all over Mrs. Park's house. Jimin stood outside, watching the fire grow more intense, it blazed until its flames became fiery imps and what was left was the thick black smoke and nothing more than burnt wood and rotting flesh.

"Rest well eomma," Jimin grinned. "Rest well."

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A/N

Interesting chapter don't you guys think?

—France💛💛