The night was still around the corner, nor any lights were on in the room.

Jimin was fast asleep, exhausted and low headed from the blood loss yet his arms were  surprisingly bandaged after the messy fucking they did. Some pity was left in the killer when he decided to keep him alive, maybe longer if he's enjoying his company.

Well, he did say V can do anything to him after all. Kill him or fuck him slowly was one of his words and he intended to make it true—just agonizingly slow.

V was walking around the house, shirtless with only his jeans on, scanning the place by himself especially Jimin's room. He saw the huge stack of crime fiction and real crime books he has, chuckling as he trace his fingers all over the books.

"That pretty face sure is interested about morbid and murder..how cute of him." He took one album in between the books, expecting a collection of family and childhood photos and oh boy, is he wrong.

"Isn't this..ha, fucking hell, how did he collect all of this? How sweet of him!"

The photos consisted the forensic investigation of the people that is way too familiar for him, close up photos of his dead victims, traces and evidences. It is too gross for somebody else to look at, seeing raw pictures of some slitted throat and disfigured face, some innards out or dismembered. He can't remember their faces well but sure it was them, especially his signature V carved ugly in their faces.

But he was grinning so wide he can feel his cheeks go numb, checking over the other things were he saw the evidences he left that Jimin gathered, his hands tracing carefully at the blades and eyeing the gloves he left with a disturbed laugh leaving his lips.

"He was head over heels this bad for me? God, he's such a keeper! I should've gone earlier for him."  V decided to put back things on place, a prideful smile stricken on his face.

Now the biggest picture was just in front of his face. The pretty face was clearly and disturbingly in love with him and there's no  doubt about it. All he needs to do was to enjoy himself as he own him, play with him until he breaks apart just like any doll.

"Too easy. Breaking is way too boring, stereotypical and non aesthetic."

He muttered, thinking of a better outcome of what he's suppose to do.

Breaking is too easy and he supposed that the boy was already broken apart just by tonight, and he'll further break into pieces as day goes by he's keeping him alive. For fuck's sake, his mind already has loose screws after being desperate to be fucked by the serial killer who killed his family.

V let out a growl somehow frustrated on what to do. He can use him anytime, can't kill him, he can't break someone that is broken enough. Its like the pretty face caught the Stockholm Syndrome so fast that he wasn't even a captive in the first place.

No, that's wrong. V captured his heart in just one night when he walked out that door a year ago and he was sure of it.

V huffed and opened one of the windows without hesitation, taking the piece of mildly flattened cigarette from the pocket of his jeans and lit it up with the small metal zippo he keeps on his  pocket.

Inhaling the nicotine and letting it pass by his lips does bring him some sort of relief. The matte dark red color smeared on his chest and slashed arm are hauntingly beautiful, the moonlight shining on his blood stained skin. His obsidian eyes were still darted around the room, noticing the little old fashioned television on the room.

"Perhaps I could watch a little."

He walked over and turned on the TV and sat on the bed, taking a huff of his cigarette. It was an old late night movie on the television, probably around the 80's,  a green haired clown dressed in purple with a red lipstick on screen.

They were conversing, probably the guy in the suit telling how he knew an old friend who was few loose screws and a bit crazy.

"Tell me something, my friend, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

The voice in the TV said, the quote burying inside his mind. Taking this cigarette from his lips using his index and middle finger, a thin line of smoke released from his mouth.

"I'm the devil here, clown face. Only played a game of tag in the pale moonlight, but pretty sure I'll be dancing with someone now."

He dropped his cigarette on the wooden floor, stepping on the remains with his barefoot able to feel the hot stinging sensation on his heel which he didn't much give two shits about.

V switched into another channel, a further older movie was being shown. It was a black and white movie, 1935, a bit low on quality as it aged. He was steady on watching it for a while, a bit familiar of the character that is tall and bulky with face stitches, some stitch and big tight screw in the neck, probably a monster. The movie goes on, some science shit until the woman in the bandage is moving.

"She's alive..! Alive!"

The doctor on the film screamed, V's eyes being fixated and focusing on the movie taking his interest. He was already more than halfway in the movie and he guessed that the woman might be some sort of monster too.

"..the bride of Frankenstein."

They obviously created a female monster to be the monster's wife. And it wasn't really moving well he even got the creeps when he felt the woman in the movie staring right back at him for a second.

When the big monster came to touch his bride it screamed out of fear, with the monster being disappointed and sad that even someone the same monster as him can also hate his being.

V was feeling those emotions, a droplet of tear escaping his eye and trailed down to his cheeks. It was tragic for him more than a horror, seeing the unloved monster still rejected by his bride and kill themselves as he pulled down the lever.

"..We belong dead."

The movie ended and the credits rolled, V applauding in his position, slow claps and a low tone of 'bravo' He got emotional—and that's one kudos he gave for it. Second is they gave him the answer he is seeking for this evening a mischievous dark smile curled on his lips.

"Pretty face would be perfect."

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Cold wet feeling damped on his skin, a chilly wet cloth passed by his cheeks and up to his forehead making him shiver from the foreign touch his eyes fluttering open slowly.

"G'morning, pretty face."

He was greeted by that handsome face, a bright light on the back hurting his vision making him squint a bit unsure if he's dead or not. That face could pass as an angel for sure, the figure was shirtless and his wavy black hair in the way of his obsidian eyes.

"Hmm..are you..Archangel Michael? Perhaps my guardian angel..? Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell? Did I end up in the purgatory?" Jimin was still hazy, asking questions that are way too obvious to see for himself.

He was alive from head to toe, just some few visible cuts on his body especially the bandage on his wrist. Still out of his self, thinking he was quickly murdered last night and had gone to the other side.

"If you count Lucifer as an angel, then perhaps I am. You're alive, that's the best part of it! And you ended up here pretty face, in the devil's lair. We'll be sharing this place from now on isn't that blissful? Just you and me."

Jimin doesn't know if he just woke up from a dream but V was directly kissing his lips softly right now, tounge slipping in. They ended it pretty soon, and his lips felt empty and out of place.

"I thought you're killing me, yet were here in your..basement?"

The pink hair wandered, his eyes gazing around the place. It isn't in his home any more, and it is pretty much smaller in space than his previous whereabouts. Just some empty undecorated walls, a few posters hanging and red strings everywhere.

He didn't have any idea as well on how he was transported all the way in there.

"Were in my banjiha pretty face. About your transport here..let's say some innocent car driver had to be thrown out of his own vehicle and be ran over..~"

"Y-you..you killed for me? Just for me? Is that true, V? You did that for me?" He clung onto him, his heartbeat running so fast—in a good way. The killer murdered for him. For him. Someone so unworthy of the life he took, but it feels so good that butterflies were flying around his stomach.

His eyes were sparkling as he stare back at those dead obsidian eyes, V chuckling as his large hands were stroking his hair.

"I certainly did, sweet face. All for you as welcoming gift." Jimin was flushed, feeling unworthy yet happy of that gift.

For the dead guy, he doesn't feel sad. Even be touched by V was supposed to make him feel greatful. Perhaps he thought the guy should be thankful because V choosed him and his car, even a quick death of being ran over.

He gave him life, a literal life of somebody else just to take him away and let him live beside him which just took an immediate soft spot on Jimin's heart as if he had hit two birds with one stone.

"Thank you—thank you! Thank you so much V! I-i'm not worth for the second time of your mercy. Please, if you need me go ahead! Fuck me all you want, hurt me if you feel angry! Anything—" V had shut the crazy boy's lips by pressing it with his for a while. He genuinely enjoyed the soft cloud like feeling against his.

When he felt like it, he separated but only a breath apart from Jimin.

"Tell me, pretty face. Are you really this in love for me? You should've been devastated that I killed your family, wasted a life for you and took you away."

"L-love?! I-im..im..ah! You left me for a year hanging... going crazy thinking of you, where you went that I collected everything about you..jealous of those dead people because y-you touched them! Because I crave death—death from you. Is..is..wanting someone, that specific someone to fuck you and kill you is also called love V?"

Jimin doesn't know the definition of love, nor he had felt it until the weird feelings came by when V walked in his doorstep and left a bloody mess  Now his head and tight screws are so loose, he can't bring to think straight about it. He's sure he isn't broken but his brain isn't functioning that well that his mind was all about V here, V there.

"You're fucking out of your mind now, Jimin. Even crazier than I do! You're this fanatical and insanely in love with me huh?"

"So..this is love then? I'm glad, I'm glad! Would you ever love me back V?"

That was the question that V was waiting for, a smirk on his lips while stroking Jimin's cheeks that brings shivers down the boy's skin.

"What makes you think that I'd love you back easily, huh? Just because I fucked you doesn't mean anything, nor taking you here with you because you are mine. Your life, your body is mine. You had to earn it from me, Jimin."

V strided away from Jimin, turning his back but his smirk formed to a grin as he feel the whimper of frustration from the pretty face.

"W-what should I do..? I-i..don't want you to hate me..nor throw me away..y-you're all I have!"

"Just so you know, I'm not a sex maniac that will use your body every damn hour nor I have the fascination to wreck my belongings. Now tell me again, what would you offer to me?"

Jimin was disheartened, his mind going on shambles.

V was right. He had nothing new to offer besides being a display, a belonging that could be thrown out later. He wanted to die right by his hand—but if he had nothing to offer then V could let him wither alone and die without his touches.

"I..i..i..could..would..would you want me to..kill..for you?"

He heard V laugh at him, further feeling more disheartened. By this time, V faced him again, a sharper stare was given.

"How am I suppose to believe you can kill someone for me? Someone so weak and frail as you, hell, you could be thrown in jail in a second."

"N-no! If you give me a chance I could! I-i know few, I've read things and have ideas on how to do it safely. G-guide me, please. I'd do anything, everything for you to love me back."

Jimin was already out of the bed, kneeling down the floor as he plead at the man in front of him, the early sparkling eye
now full of desperation. V had his index finger lift Jimin's chin to see his serious expression.

"Prove it. If you did, you'd even be my partner for life and we'll be together until death isn't that nice? We could even raise a child if I feel like it. Think about what you'll do, maybe in next two nights you'd be trying."

V harshly removed the finger that left a small cut below Jimin's chin, picking up a clean light blue dress shirt that is hanging somewhere, about to make his way out of the room.

"T-thank you, V! I'd prove it, I swear!"

"Good. If you fail, I'd punish you. You rest back there and start your plan, I had to go somewhere else."

"Where? How long would it take you? Would you come back by tonight?"

Jimin asked, too curious about him as he was dressed normally and hellishly good looking that could take anyone else's heart again that ignites a wrong feeling in his gut.

"Curious aren't we? I still had good image to maintain, pretty face. Serial killers do not  kill as a full time job, you should know that by now." V put on the article that made him seem very different, which are the eye glasses that frames his eyes rather large.

"S-sorry..I-i'm just curious about you. Do..you have any food here? Should I cook for you when you come home? Y-you can lock me out if you want, I won't run."

"I know you won't run, go open a few windows if you want. And not a good idea for you to escape as well unless you wanted to have your body parts scattered all over the place. About cooking, I have. Just don't burn down this place."

His hands were already by the knob to swin it open when he remembered the most important thing to tell.

"Oh, one last thing pretty face."

"Y-yes?"

"You can stop calling me V now. My name is Kim Taehyung, remember it well."

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So, y'know. I watched the Bride of Frankenstein yesterday, the 1935 film since I was just curious and watched the other old and golden films. I legitly cried okay, and V's reaction was my actual reaction.

Just sharing tho, you guys should try those horror movies around 1930's and the silent films. Most of them are the foundation now of the modern horror and its good, I swear y'all just had to get used by the black and white setting tho.

That's all! Read and comment~