Jimin laid on his bed, crouching into a fetus position his eyes shut firm out of frustration he has been feeling for the past few days. Well, days is an understatement for him, he felt shit after his whole family was murdered and that serial killer left him breathing just because he suddenly thought of making out with him.

His hands grip tightly on the sheets with his eyes stinging from the tears that he's trying to fight, screaming onto his pillow all his pent feelings he's keeping through.

It has been a year since the serial killer, V, killed his family. The term anniversary would be the best term to label it.

And its also been a year since he last met him, and his killings now put to rest for a year with an unknown reason making Jimin more frustrated over his days. He was gone suddenly and no killings, some remained uncaught and still wanted to the authorities and up to now, his family was considered to be his last victims.

After that night where the killer spared his life, its also the same day where nothing he feels is right. The police came after he called them, the first one who came were his parent's co-workers who immediately gave offers to take him under their wing and place him under the protective custody to ensure his safety from the killer worrying that he may come back for his life.

He refused all of them, wanting to remain in their home in hopes that the killer would return for him just as he promised.

During his family's wake, a lot of people had swarmed around him. Media outlets sympathized with him, raining condolences for them and sending flowers yet the main event of it will be them always asking him about the estranged serial killer more than their fake pity.

Those days were he was a superstar, as he called it-people praising him for his braveness and will to continue his life after a tragedy struck down his life. They sent him donations, even a free psychological consultation to keep him healthy and a social worker to come every week to check on his living condition. His other kin offered to become his guardian which of course he rejected.

Needless to say, he begged for them to stop coming and wanted to distance himself from people for a while. Telling people to keep his privacy that his own name was around the internet too, praising him and sympathizing.

Conspiracy theories about him is around the social media sites and Youtube that he found shit to his core, some rumors making him an accomplice or just covering and using the name 'V' to kill his own family. Its all fucked up in every corner that even his old hobby of collecting real time crime books and others crime related stuff has been a source of rumors.

Eventually he dropped off school. Cutting off his old friends and acquitances by deleting their phone numbers and only keeping one contact on his phone which is his best friend that lives a block away from him.

Well, on the side note he accepted the donations sent to him to keep on living. Thankfully his parents had insurance and owned the house, he could live for a while without working and he used those days to just pour his heart out and tell himself everyday to be sane enough to expect the worst to come for him.

But life fucked with him for a year. There's no sign of the serial killer he's waiting for, even when he opened his windows doors at night to give him full access. He yearned for him to come towards his doorstep with that bleeding machete and start to murder him-slowly.

Jimin now had a different point of view about dying now, unlike when he begged for his life line to be quick and cut short.

The thing about him is now, he would dream about him.

Every night, that man visited him more frequently in his dreams more than his own family. At night he could feel the weight of the man as if its the same where he was straddling him before, his mind playing a scene of V kissing his lips and exploring his cavern as the knife dragged into his skin and dig down his flesh, the blood pooling around him.

As disturbing as it seems, if the walls around Jimin's room could talk, then they could have witnessed and probably gave him a shit talk about that bizarre activity he does.

Frequently touching himself and staining his bed with his own cum at night with those thoughts, moaning V's name throughout the whole thing. He got over board when he bought that toy that he fucks into himself, the thought of being covered by his own blood while V was fucking him silly right through it.

Jimin had thought before that he could die of suicide if he wished to do it by himself. He could hang, overdose, die by stabbing his own or just drown his self in the tub and he has enough guts to do so but no, he wouldn't want to.

He wants that man back in his doorstep to fucking kill him whether is softly or down right hell to bear. It isn't right in every corner, but when he thinks of those morbid thoughts then that is the most right thing he could have.

"V..where in the depths of hell did you went?" he muttered under his breath, his tone shaky.

Jimin stood up and spare a look at his treasure, taking one of the framed headline and sparing a look at it.

'Serial Killer 'V' on continuous kills: Park family slaughtered, one left alive?'

"How nostalgic huh..?"

They had their family photo on the headline, his family seemed to be edited to have red 'x' on their faces while he looked normally, words talking about the murder and details of it.

"Talk about respect now. I wish they could've at least edited them in a halo."

He put back the frame in place along with his other 'treasures' and all of it where items regarding V. Starting from cut off newspaper headlines down to some weapons he rumored to use, the different shoe sizes he left at the crime scene, the latex and nitrile gloves with blood in it. Even managing to keep the knives he left on his mother's throat and brother's eye sockets.

"Yeah, yeah. I might be going insane sooner or later that I'm hearing someone knocking at my door right now."

He spoke by his own, laying down his bed and covering his face with the pillow in hopes that the knocking is probably just his imagination.

"Park Jimin! Open this door right now its me!" He heard still not giving two shits about moving.

"Yeah, talk about someone calling me down there too. Maybe I should've really accepted that psychological consultation." he whined, shifting on his bed pretending not to hear anything.

"Park Jimin! Hyung! Hyungie! Its me, Jeon Jungkook! I've brought lunch for you!"

"Now I'm sure that I'm going crazy. Jungkook is calling me, he should be at the university by this hour." he groaned but the knock did not stop, now some little stones being thrown at his glass window.

"Ah..voices shouldn't be able to throw stones at your window right?"He groaned and checked his window, sliding it open.

Someone is actually knocking on door right now and its his childhood friend that has a packed lunch for him.

"Hey! Its time to eat, I brought this to eat with you!" the boy downstairs said, and Jimin just blinked at him.

"Shouldn't you be at university today?"

"Hyung! Stop spacing out its weekend! Sure you haven't eat dinner because I was busy at the university to drop by your dinner!"

Jimin sighed and went down to open the door for his friend, holding lunch boxes for them even a pitcher of cold water and can of fruit juices.

He hurried inside and placed it on the dining table and fetch the plates and utensils for the two of them.

"Did you atleast drink water last night? And this morning? How about dinner? I didn't dropped by last night because of the stupid university paper works."

"...I didn't. I am too occupied listening to my favorite podcast and fell asleep after."

He can see the younger frown at him while eagerly preparing the food he brought.

"Then you eat double today! How can you let your hunger just pass hyung? You'll be sick! And look at you, one step away to becoming a scare crow!" He filled in the plates with even amounts of vegetable and meat, placing it in front of him.

"Its not like I'd die, Jungkookie. I'll be okay, I still have cup noodles in here if I got hungry." He reached for the utensil to take a bite of the food, the same usual delicious taste he used to eat everyday from Jungkook.

"Cup noodles? You know that it isn't healthy! You should eat a full course meal, and take vitamins too! Have you been drinking the supplements? I told you mot to skip those after meal!"

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say Mom." He chuckled continuing his meal, Jungkook taking a bite of his own serving.

Jungkook would definitely be the only person who he genuinely accepted for worrying about him.

He drops by time to time to give him food and been doing it for a year already, he even ran to his house when he the murder happened and helped to arrange the funeral. Jungkook also stays with him in there during the weekends and talk to him to make sure of his well being and always made sure of his safety by the one checking his doors and windows at night.

"Jungkookie I always wondered, why are you here instead of partying during the weekends like kids your age?" He took a sip of the water that the younger filled for him, liking the coldness down his throat.

"Jimin- look. I'm gonna waste my time partying there and I had to study well because of the scholarship. And I can't just leave you alone, I had to bring you food and make sure you're still alive and kicking through the days."

"Its hyung for you, not 'Jimin'. And I can probably live and manage myself. You should get a life, party and get wasted then get a person you genuinely like."

"And how about you? You give that advice to me but you're inside here shutting off the whole universe and living in the dark still chasing the shadow of that 'V'? Last time you got out here was all about him."

Jungkook said firmly putting his utensils down to look at him properly scratching his head out of frustration from Jimin muttering an 'aish' in between.

"And its all gonna be about him. What's the point of going outside anyway? Get the fresh air that I can smell and feel by opening my windows?" He replied sarcastically to him.

"Its not that! Life doesn't end with him, nor this situation-"

"Then what could I do? Go outside and smile brightly like nothing happened to me? Tell the people, the media that I moved on?" Jimin's tone has a trace of hurt, it was above whisper and a moment more he's about to cry.

"You can start happily again, I could help you. If you want you can live with me, live with my family and leave this place. I know its hard for you to go away from here but my house is only a block away from you, you can still see this here. Mom had been convincing you, so do I. We want this so you can recover and get back to the brighter you and I really missed the old you, Jiminnie."

Jimin was silent, biting his lip his tears running down again because of frustration he's feeling. He didn't want to be mad nor he feels like doing so, just turning around and running back to his room again to shut his door leaving the thought of eating.

Jungkook was left there frustrated as well, wondering where everything went wrong bu today, and the bad case would be Jimin eating little food was one of it. He went upstairs, to get Jimin like the usual when they had arguments or similar talks that had him running back.

"Jimin hyung. I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I-i..didn't want to force you towards any of your decisions, I just want you to feel well. Please go back down to eat..I'm..really sorry." He said in front of the elder's door, pleading him to eat once again. He received no reply, sighing heavily once again.

"Please..Jimin. Hyung..eat again, just a little more. I promise you that we won't talk about it, I won't bring it up just eat again." There's no reply, Jungkook kept waiting for him on the other side.

Jimin was laying on his bed with his head covering his face to avoid hearing him. Jungkook pleaded him for an hour when he decided to stop, just keeping the food if the elder had changed his mind later on and reheat it.

He opened his phone to see the headlines hoping for something interesting to pop up, wiping his tears away. He searched for the flash news and it refreshed the headline making him wide eyed.

'Couple found dead near Homan-sen river near Busanjin-gu, Busan.'

He clicked on the article immediately, impatiently waiting while its loading. Quickly scanning the article, his heart raced fast as he read it a smile slowly creeping up his face.

'The couple has been found near Homan-sen river with stab wounds and large 'V' slash on their faces. They have been identified as Kim Si Jin (18) and Han Jun Seo (20) according to the authorities and further information would be released in the mean time. It sparks a large question: Is the notorious serial killer 'V' back?'

Jimin quickly screen shotted the article and almost jumped of his bed, straightly going into the mirror to examine his face.

If 'V' is truly back in town, he better prepare but with the current situation he has right now maybe even the killer won't recognize his face one year ago. He never knew it was truly that bad when he looked at the mirror right now and became self conscious.

His hair was a pure mess. Dry brown tips from his old dye and black roots that are uneven, his hair that is thicker than a feather duster that he experimentally cut by his own whether he felt annoyed by it.
Face was a bit swollen from crying, skin dryer than a sponge and even his lips has cuts and dry from his newly formed habit of peeling the skin off it. And his frame became thinner than before, probably because he lost weight despite Jungkook's effort to feed him everytime.

"Oh god, I fucking look horrible! V might not be able to recognize me if he came here!"

Jimin searched on his bed stand immediately for things he could use to improve his self-impromptu. He found the face masks he wasn't able to use for a year hoping it wasn't expired, face creams that seemed to still do the thing and face wash. He still had some left over brown dye from a year ago but probably expired that could fuck up his hair more.

"Time to live up your life again, Park Jimin." he spoke by his own, happily jumping around his room to finally fix himself after a year of moping around his room running over to use the items he had left.

He ran down and almost jumped down shocking Jungkook in the dining room, almost dropping his phone shocked with the cheery face that the elder wore.

"Jungkookie! Do you know which is the best salon and spa around? I need to get back to my old shape-maybe a little upgrade too." He moved the chair and grabbed all the food that Jungkook brought to him, stuffing it all in his mouth.

"Um-don't get me wrong please but, hyung did you finally think of..changing back and make things better?" He asked, still puzzled about the new aura that surrounds Jimin.

"Oh 'kookie, the best will be coming to my life soon!" He was done eating in a flash, the plates clean that shocked Jungkook. The elder stood and got back to search for his money then down again.

"Hyung are you really going to..?"

"Yes, Jungkookie! I need to change today, I'd treat you too if you want as a pay back for all the things you did to me!" He grabbed the younger's hand and pulled him off the house happily.

They went to one with Jungkook refusing to undergo the treatment and just told him that he'll be going back home for a while to prepare dinner and he should text him to fetch him back.

With several chemicals and treatments later, Park Jimin was glowing as ever. He didn't text Jungkook and got to the mall to buy some lip balm and new clothes for his self so one day or if life got him lucky, tonight he could be kissing the killer in his deathbed.

[imagine as jimin's current look.]

It was dark on the road but Jimin didn't care anymore, he was more than happy that V was back and might come for his life now. He already changed to the clothes he bought and abandoned the one he was wearing, his face more radiant with a better hair do.

He was back at his home with Jungkook standing at the front, worry covering his face.

"Jimin! You promised me you'd call, its late and dangerous in this place someone could hurt you, or worse than that!" Jimin was still smiling at him and giggling, taking Jungkook's arm to walk him off his house instead.

"Wait-hey! Why are you walking me off? Its weekend and I should be with you!" Jimin was still humming, continuing to drag off Jungkook in the way to his house to drop the younger off.

"Hm, I'd be bringing you back to your home! You don't need to stay with me tonight nor the next day, I got myself from now on! I'll be okay!" He stopped when they got into Jungkook's front gate giving him the biggest hug he could give.

"Hyung..would you really be okay by your own? I left food on your table, eat those. I won't be staying but please promise me to be alright?"

"I will, thank you so much for all the things you did to me!"

He slipped money in Jungkook's jacket without the younger noticing him, probably his last way of saying thank you and goodbye to the boy forever. He can't let him stay, maybe if V comes back to him he could be killed.

"Okay..j-just call me if you need anyone or need food okay? I'll come. I'd go tommorrow morning to check."

Jimin parted away from him and happily went back to his house, his front door open his smile getting wider immediately going inside the house. He didn't opened the lights but just walked inside carelessly, even humming in the process.

He has his expectations high, giggling ashe was walking waiting for someone to grab him or have a knife beneath his back.

"V..~ A..re you here..?~"

His tone was seductive, coming to the kitchen just scanning around carefully for changes.

Jimin decided to open the kitchen lights when he felt a hand against his, immediately grabbing with force near him their bodies pressed together, a knife pressed on back feeling the man's hot breath near his lips.

"So you knew I'm here, pretty face. You must be waiting for me?" His voice was deep as he spoke the words into Jimin's ear, giving his earlobe a firm bite that made him groan in pain and pleasure.

"I did wait for you to come back..hmm. Are you back for my life, V..?" He felt the lips moving into his cheeks down to his neck, the hand is wrist now down to hold him still by his hips, the other arm still tightly holding the knife against his back.

"It depends on what you've got to offer me again, pretty face. Or should I say..Jimin?" he was taking his time on his neck, licking off any corner he pleased leaving a glistening trail of his saliva searching for the soft spot where Jimin shivered, V biting down hard not only to create a brusiing mark but to intentionally make him bleed.

It was all straight out fantasy for Jimin now, his last moments would be fucking off his killer.

"Hmm..V..a-ah. Y-you could do everything you want now. I-i..ah! I won't hold you back anymore even if you k-kill me!" He heard a deep chuckle from V while he was still busy abusing his neck.

"Sweetie..let me think for tonight's events if I'd kill you okay? Just let me savor you for a while-god I fucking missed you."

When he decided he was done with his neck and satisfied with the art he left, V spared a look at Jimin's face. He was completely stimulated, his eyes glistening from tears of lust and thick lips practicalky wanting to be abused.

"..V..you'd kill me tonight right..?"

"Why are you so into the idea of me killing you sweetface hm? You were practically begging for your quick death the last time..or perhaps I left an impression at you hm?"

V finally threw off the knife on the floor and devoured Jimin's lips hungrily, pushing his tounge inside to explore every cavern, savoring the taste of his lips. Jimin didn't bother to fight for dominance with his tounge, just letting it swirl in rhytm with the killer wet sounds and moans filling his ecstasy gauge more.

It was along kiss. V didn't care if Jimin would like to breath or not, he can feel the heavy pants from the boy and their messy mixed saliva trailing down Jimin's chin and down to his neck. By the time he was satisfied, they parted with a thick string of saliva on their tounges breaking apart with Jimin feeling dizzy and breatheless.

"How nice for you now Jimin, hm? You're craving for me now aren't you? And that's fucking sick of you for making out with the man that killed your family."

"I..don't..c-care. F-fuck me hard or fuck me up tonight with that knife, V. You made my death wait for so long I should atleast get a compensation from you." Jimin said under his breath, his arms now wrapped around V's neck grinding on him.

"Hm, sweet face..having the guts to order a serial killer on how to kill you? It doesn't work your way here, baby. I'm the predator and your the prey in this game." He was starting to rip off the buttons of Jimin's top clothes, his growl resonating on the ither's ear making him weak on his knees.

"Hm-mm..you're a killer that complains about a victim happily letting you fuck and kill him." The upper clothes fell off the floor and pushed Jimin on the tiled floor, putting off his weight on him.

"I remembered that you knew that I don't sexually assault my victims right?" His hands roamed all over his upper body, sucking on any spot in Jimin's chest.

"A-ah..hmm..perhaps it could be the first time you could do so."

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okay im sorry smut would come on the next chapter the next time

and craesents- made another very beautiful cover ;-;