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After the kiss that seemed like an eternity for Yoongj, Jimin was first to pull away and dust himself off his boyfriend who seems to haven't recovered from their intense makeout just yet.

"Baby, I'll go play some more."

"O-okay." Jackson stuttered as he blushed shyly in return, making Yoongi wanted to slap some sense into the foreigner's thick skull out of pure jealousy.

Once Jimin took off far enough towards the beach with his friends, Jackson quickly stood up and he was looking hype and extra happy for reasons that Yoongi doesn't even want to know.

Feeling all his happiness drained out of his weakening body, Yoongi was ready to storm off to his shared resort room since who knows what could happen if he stayed any longer and tolerate the sight of Jackson smiling so sickeningly because of no one other than his Jimin.

Suddenly as the moody senior was about to take a step further away from the ended netball game, Jackson surprisingly called out his name and jogged up to where he stood.

"Wanna go grab a drink dude?"

With grimmer eyes, Yoongi gaze at his smiling friend with a twisted expression as all he could see was the sudden flashy image of the kiss Jackson undeservingly shared with his beloved Daffodil.

However, the senior quickly comes back to his senses and gritted out a fake smile before replying. "Yeah sure, a mug of beer would be nice."

With that, they both head towards the vibrant strawed bar that had not many people sitting on the unoccupied black stools. It was perfect for a catch-up talk between two old friends.

"That was a pretty fun game." The foreigner began before glancing directly at his friend who was quieter than usual and after a couple of silent seconds, Yoongi responded with a nod and takes a slow sip of his iced beer once his mask was lowered down to his chin length.

"It was aw'right." The black-haired male shortly replied, not wanting to even spare a glance at someone who got labelled as 'Jimin's boyfriend'.

"Never knew you were so bad at netball though." Jackson let out a sheepish laugh and the introvert senior is soon to join along.

"Meh, tried my best." Yoongi only shrugged, disobliging to remind himself of how less of a peasant he was with the hard leather ball that rolled off his knuckles instead of bouncing on it earlier.

With all subtlety, Yoongi steals a glance at Jackson's lips which made contact with his drink and the older senior could not help how his stomach churns unpleasantly at the thought of those lucky lips getting to taste Jimin's plumb ones.

Thinking about it now really made Yoongi feels so fucking ashamed of himself. How did Jackson get this lucky? It should have been me.

"I fucking hate you, y'know man?" Yoongi wanted to spit that sentence all over his friend's face but deep down he knows he can not.

How could he do that to his poor friend when Jackson is so damn good and actually appreciates Jimin even if it is lesser than him?

He knows greatly how the foreigner sincerely likes the younger and to be completely honest, Yoongi finds it a pity since he could not possibly do anything to take back what was his in the first place with a solid reason to do so.

All of this only makes his seething anger piled up and keeps on stacking like towers of books that threatened to fall at any time or even because of one slightest provocation.

"Thanks for that throw by the way. All because of you, I get a kiss." Jackson blabbered with a large giddy grin stretched across his grateful face.

Yoongi freezes.

"What did you say?" The older man lowly questioned with a tilt of head before pursing his thin lips tightly together as his long fingers clutched deadly onto the half downed mug of beer.

"That you helped me in getting a kiss from Minnie?" Jackson repeated with a slight confusion since he was sure that his friend heard that loud and clear.

Truth to be told, Yoongi does not mind lying or being told a lie but at this very moment, he could not bring himself to lie because those ugly words that Jackson has spoken so far were no more than painful truths.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jackson frowned after noticing that his friend has turned paler than usual and how Yoongi's body became stiff as a rock.

"Oh just how pathetic you piece of shit would look being covered in your own blood. Not many people get away with it, y'know?" Yoongi dragged his syllables before animalistically flickered his dim eyes up to glare at his friend whose shoulders began narrowing within his tensed body that looked so little in the large stool he was now uncomfortably seated at.

"What do you mean m-man? Get away with w-what?" Jackson seemed bewildered and it easily becomes a small part of Yoongi's amusement.

"Get away with...simply looking, touching and kissing what's mine." The senior taunted while gripping tighter onto the object in his right hand that was calmly placed atop the strawed counter.

Imagination running wild, Yoongi roughly caressed the mug with his long thumb. Feeling nothing out of it, not even the smooth surface of his clear glass because of how all his senses were easily belittled at that particular moment.

"Minnie is not yours."

"Oh is he not?" Yoongi almost instantly bashed with one cocky smirk smuggling up onto his hideous expression.

"Jackson Wang...my dearest old friend, you have no idea how much I fantasize of getting you done for and ripping your throat wide open whenever you dare to say 'my Minnie'."

Not so far from the beach...

"Joonie, your favourite food by chef Jinnie is ready!" The pink-haired senior says in an extra sweet voice as he calmly serves the plates down onto the wooden table inside a nicely decorated hotel suite.

"Arriving princess!" Namjoon chirped back and make his way over to back hug his boyfriend before giving the male a gentle peck on the cheek.

"Stop it!"

"How could I when you are this adorable?"

Back to Yoongi.

The black-haired student cackled wickedly as he frantically snoops around the bar while smiling generously at each murder weapon he could use for such an unplanned event like this one.

However Yoongi was not picky so with a small approval hum, he carelessly smashed the tall glass mug onto the bar's edge which as expected caused different sizes in the length of pointy shards he loves the most to appear on the once smoothly designed glass mug.

"Pretty isn't it?" Yoongi spoke so softly that it made Jackson's face turned scarily pale but still not as fair as the killer's porcelain skin.

"W-what are y-you gonna d-do?" The frightened foreigner stammered as his white eyes lingered at how his friend's long finger was tracing up and down the pointy glass that was shattered in half.

"You'll know once I fucking smeared this piece of shit inside your lungs!"

On the other hand...

"Hahaha Joonie that tickles!" Jin breathlessly laughed as he pulled his feet back from his boyfriend who had a large dad like smile on his face with two dimples also displaying on both sides of his cheeks.

"Jinnie! Stay still please, it won't tickle I promise!" The purple head whined, trying to massage his boyfriend's foot without the elder making a big splash in the water out of it.

"Fucking fine!" The pink head finally huffed and slowly calmed down his feet before laying back inside the warm bubbly bathtub with relaxation. However once Namjoon placed his hands on Jin's wet toes again, the older male started kickings and unluckily, Jin happened to abuse his boyfriend's naked crotch in full force.

"Yah! It's your hands that are ticklish!"

Okay! Back to Yoongi...again

"I've been waiting for this moment, now die in hell asshole!" Yoongi screamed down the shaking male's ears as he plunged the shards of sharp glass into his friend's fragile skin with anger violently dancing through his popping veins as the thought of Jimin's lips on someone else's haunts him and his sick mind forever!

"Argghhhhh!!!" Jackson groaned in pain as he attempted in pushing away his only friend who has lost all sense of sanity.

Panting heavily, Yoongi pulls the weapon out before lunging it back into the same spot with his delicate features only hardening at the bright colours of red that stains his hands and drops of it which splattered unpleasantly like showers of rain.

"Jiminie! You fucking kiss him! How c-could you?!" Yoongi cries out as he slashed away Jackson's body that flops like a dead fish to the grey cement floor but the despaired senior did not think of stopping so whilst sobbing uncoordinatedly, he dropped his knees next to the lamented corpse and began carving the male's face out with retribution laced all over his every action.

"How could you?! I fucking love you! My J-jiminie!"

Meanwhile...

With gentleness, the pink-haired male slides a baby pink record into the Gramophone before sinking the spin-down so that an unfamiliar melody with slow romantic beats could start playing, filling up the bedroom with its magic.

With a small genuine smile, Jin turned to his suited boyfriend before cat walking his way towards Namjoon who then carefully wrapped his arms around his waist whilst both of his hands were draped across the taller male's slender shoulders.

"You look so pretty tonight honey." The purple head whispered.

"I'm always pretty." Jin hardly scoffed and continues dancing with his ears turning bright red because of Namjoon's sudden compliment.

"Cute..."

Anyways!

Blood. Horror. Screams. Fun. Amusement and lastly, joy in killing was the only thing left on that breezy beach in October's summery weather. The sounds of every student on the sand grains echoed like gentle whispers through Yoongi's playground as he ornaments each piece of glass into Jackson's lifeless body as if he was cake decorating it.

Once he finished, Yoongi smiled like a cocky little kid at his fabulous artwork before noticing how many students were actually circling him, blank faces painted with shocked terror and some were unsurprisingly wailing their eyes out while shaking so pitifully, especially the girls but as Yoongi scanned over the crowd, his boring gaze tediously stopped at the sight of a familiar peach haired male.

Jimin was crying...because of him.

"W-why?! Y-you kuh- killed m-my Oppa." Jimin yelled angrily as his knees fall weakly to the ground and all Yoongi could do was stare and think. There wasn't that silly smile on the male's pretty face.

Tearing his gaze away from Jimin, Yoongi simply smiled at his own creation before ruffling his damped black hair with his large hands that were stained with his friend's filthy blood but of course, he felt nothing.

He couldn't feel how sweaty his hair was.

Or

How there weren't any cool breezes coming from the sea.

Or

Even the chilly wind when the night falls.

Nothing.

Yoongi felt nothing.

Not even his own heartbeat when he sees Jimin's crying face that looked so pretty in that evening, not even a faint blush appeared on his face when his eyes met the latter's, not even anything because everything was so surreal...in his own wild imagination.

"Hey Yoon! You aw'right man?"

Feeling the dizziness in his head vanishing slowly, Yoongi blinked his eyes open as his breathing became loud and all raspy inside the mask he never fully taken off ever since he stepped into the hot sun.

With widened eyes, the senior anticipatingly scanned his surrounding.

The sun has not even settled down yet, there was no fresh blood, no shards of glass scattered everywhere, no piece of his friend's skin carved out with so much aggression, no screaming from the frightened students but mostly, there was no Jimin's crying face.

Instead, now Yoongi could feel the fresh beachy air running right beneath his nose. The salty smell of it conquers his grey clouds, making it less suffocating to breathe and much calmer to cope as he finally answered his worried friend who he wanted to kill till death only a minute ago.

"Yoon-"

"I'm fine man." Yoongi breathed out, rolling his eyes inside his closed blind to gain back some type of humanity before eventually looked at his friend with a pair of emotionless eyes under the black sunglasses.

However, he wasn't relieved when he sees Jackson's smiling face. There was no blood, the male was still breathing like a carefree robber and that is when Yoongi realised how he was not the slightest bit guilty after picturing murdering his friend.

Instead, he wished the foreigner was dead a long time ago and that he had long gone stabbed pieces of glass inside the male's lungs.

"Thank God, you're fine. Dude, you were spacing out for 2 minutes straight." Jackson rambled on in relief as he slouched back on his seat and lifted his glass of beer to his lips, making Yoongi immediately looked downwards and licked his dry lips.

"Oppa!"

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Author's notes :

Enjoy! See you next week
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Warnings ⚠️

This chapter contains mature scenes that are not suitable for kids.
Includes; violence, nearby weapon, blood, torture, possession, harmful language, stabbing, obsessive and psychopathic behaviour.
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