⚠WARNING⚠ - Blood, gore, murder, killing, Jaemin's a psychopath
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A saint bernard sits at the top of the driveway
You always said how you loved dogs
I don't know if i count
But i'm trying my best
When i'm howling and barking these songs
- Saint Bernard by: Lincoln

Jaemin looked down at the limp body before him and slowly dropped the knife from his hand. He stumbled to his knees and slowly ran a finger along the olders jawline, taking in his now bloodied features, the way his eyes were open and emotionless while his mouth hung open slackly, stopped mid scream by a knife to his chest. Jaemin felt his hand tremble as he pulled away from the boy.

"J-Jeno... Jeno...... Jeno, wake up.. Please, I-I didn't mean to..." He spoke softly between sobs. He stood up and shook his head as he took a step back.

He had just killed his own boyfriend.

He didn't remember how, or why, or where the knife he used came from, all he knew was that the sight before him, while horribly twisted, was strangely beautiful to him. The way the deep crimson decorated the olders skin in small flecks that glistened brilliantly, and the way small streams of the red liquid ran down his bare skin, pooling in a dark puddle under his body.

It was gorgeous.

He shook his head and muttered a small 'I'm sorry' under his breath before he turned and ran out of the building.

He needed to go home.

He needed to fix himself.

He got in his car and began to drive quickly to his house, shaking as he made his way into his house, briefly fiddling with his keys and entering the calm house with a relieved sigh. He shut the door and locked it behind him, sliding down against it with a hand over his mouth.

He had just killed his lover.

The love of his life.

He just killed Lee Jeno.

He just killed Lee Jeno.

He just killed Lee Jeno.

Oh my god.

He stood up and ran quickly into his house, breathing fast as he hurriedly shut the blinds and turned off all the lights, running to his room and shutting the door, locking it before running into his rooms bathroom, also shutting and locking it. He let the tears fall steadily down his face, hand over his mouth still as he could remember the blood.

The blood.

The blood.

The beautiful blood.

The spectacular show of glimmering red that he had painted his lover with.

The amazing deep crimson that suited the older so well.

He looked so good in red.

So good in red.

Jaemin felt a small smile gracing his lips as he heald his head in his hands, his breathing growing heavier.

He had done so well.

Jeno had looked so lovely.

Why did he leave?

Why did he leave before he could lick all of the beautiful slick red speckling his jaw and cheek.

Why did he leave before he could plunge the knife in again and again and again.

And again.

And again.

A low cackle rose from his throat without him willing it to. He stood up carefully and opened the cabinet above his toilet, grabbing out his loaded pistol. He remembered when Jeno had been so concerned. Why do you have a pistol above the toilet? Jaemin are you sure we're safe here?

Jeno cared too much.

He cared too much.

No Jeno. We're safe. I just have it there in case something goes wrong.

What he should've told him was "No Jeno, the only thing to be feared here is me."

He was to be feared.

He wanted to be feared.

He should be feared.

He didn't get how other people couldn't see the beauty in the dark liquid that flows throughout a persons body.

He unlocked his bathroom door and walked out.

He unlocked his bedroom door and walked out.

He unlocked the back door and walked out.

He walked carefully and slowly out into the woods behind his house, a small smile on his face as he stared forward into the darkness.

He reached a clearing in the woods and stopped, laughing to himself as he sat on one of the tree stumps. He closed his eyes as he remembered everything.

As he remembered Jeno's puppy-like features painted beautifully with the deepest shade of fall.

It was always funny and cute how much Jeno reminded him of a puppy, the older always bringing up how much he adored the animal-

Jaemin opened his eyes suddenly at the sound of growling from behind him. He stood, leaving his gun on the stump and turning around. He could see the gleam of two yellow eyes from the darkness.

Jaemin, it whispered. You killed me Jaemin. How could you.

Jaemin shook his head.

"But love, you looked so beautiful." Jaemin said with a smile still on his face. The wolf stepped out and snarled at him, baring it's fangs to the younger.

Beautiful? You believe the corpse of your lover to be beautiful? You believe me to be more beautiful dead then alive?! It barked before running at him.

Jaemin was fast to dodge the wolf, running past it and back to his house. He ran through the side yard, feeling the animal still hot on his trail and running to the front yard. As he came to the driveway he tripped, falling face first onto the concrete. He felt scrapes form on his hands and kness as he scrambled to sit up, slowly retreating backwards on the driveway as the wolf drew closer slowly.

Jaemin. Jaemin you fool! It spat. Jaemin shook his head.

"No.. No please dont... Please."

And for what reason should you live if I shall not?

"B-because.. You're Jeno. The Jeno I remember always shows mercy..." If the wolf could sigh it would as it blinked deeply and flicked it's tail, its left ear twitching and fur flattening a bit.

I will give you the only form of mercy I can then.

The wolf opened it's eyes, pity, fear, hatred all burning within the wolf's golden orbs, the blood orange fire within igniting something in Jaemin as well. He smiled.

Red.

It would all be red.

He would all be red.

He let out a low chuckle as the wolf lunged forward, it's teeth ripping deep into Jaemin's throat. Thick droplets of the boys beloved color flew through the air, the color dripping down from the wound as the wolf used it's front claws to shred and tear the boys torso, ripping into his chest with an animalistic growl. It tore away from the boys throat with a growl, it's now blood-stained muzzle nothing more then the hungry teeth and gums of an average wolf.

It was never really the boy Jaemin had loved, it was simply portrayed as that by the youngers mind as guilt had clouded his perception of reality.

The wolf dragged the boys bloody corpse back into the forest hungrily, it's next meal resting securely in it's jaws. Crimson red trailed them as they went, the liquid dripping gracefully from his throat, staining the little bit of clothing that remained into the beautiful color.

Red.

It was all red.

He was all red.

And he liked it that way.

He liked it that way.

He would always like it that way.

End

Felt like writing something a little dark :)

Also sorry if it's bad it's late and I didn't feel like proofreading

It's 3:27 lmao g'night hehe

Not sorry mom ✌😗