Jimin's fingers trailed over the photo, examining its content. The photo isn't old judging by the quality, yet its edges were crusty.

He was not sure when and where it was taken. Nor was it ever authentically shot by a camera? For some reason it feels wrong, yet right.  They looked young middle schoolers. He was holding a yellow balloon, while V was smiling with a peace sign.

Did they ever meet somewhere else?

Somehow the back of his mind says its rigged in photoshop considering the photo had a lot of scribbles in some places along with chick and alien stickers, there's also a handwritten note at the back that its dated back in 2013, yet it looked to good to be photoshopped too.

He can't even remember if he had a classmate, an acquaintance, nor a friend named Kim Taehyung? Pretty sure there's not.

The resumé earlier says it all, he was originally from Daegu.

And his first murder as much as he remember from following his crime records is from Daegu too. He hadn't been there, his life revolved in Busan and he stepped his foot only once in Seoul. Did he even went with someone else to come in an amusement park? Yet again, they looked younger than they should be on the photo—probably not in the span when V started his murder tracks. It was never possible for V to come in Busan, proven he enough he stalked happy families in Busanjin-gu to kill. 

There are a lot of raised questions that can never be answered not until V answered it by himself. He wasn't dumb, he know the man he loves is a complete psycho. He had to get it back in place. Thinking of it alone later will be better, maybe he can dig some memories in his brain and go down his own memory lane if he really had met him before.

V will be surely mad at him for touching his personal things, especially this one was locked into his special drawer.

It wouldn't be locked if it isn't significant right?

Even though the gesture did made his chest warm and flattering, he didn't like the other side of the coin at most. As much as he adored V, he wouldn't like a few slashes on his face or maybe a sewn lips, most likely he won't like his fingers to be mutated with hammer and nails.

He wouldn't want him disappointed at all.

Jimin carefully placed back the photo on its original position, taking mind of the angle before slowly pushing the drawer back to lock it again.

"..but why?"

His mind is still boggled of the photo. Maybe..just maybe, he already knew  about him before hand? But its uncertain. Their first meeting was carved on his brain, he was sure V asked for his name and had been repeatedly called pretty face. Hell, maybe V doesn't recall his real name was Park Jimin. 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts from the matter, he breathed deeply.

"No, I should be thinking of my kill! I had to prove to him my love was real."

Jimin was spacing around the small banjiha, taking away his sight and curiosity from the drawer wondering how to execute his kill.

But can he really kill though? He can't even kill his self after numerous attempts. 

He's nothing but a true crime fan. A murder nerd, and his knowledge depended alone on what he watched, heard and read about killers. Knowledgeable enough that many methods exist, anyone could die even with a piano dropped on someone's head intentionally. Yet he doesn't know which he should do. Knife? Rope? Gun? Seduce someone to do rope play BDSM and have him hang that person to death?  Or find some suicidal person off social media platforms and help them die by pushing them off a building or fulfilling their death wishes? He doesn't know.

An amateur is what he was. What if he's caught? What if he left a strand of his hair, or a drop of his blood accidentally on the crime scene? V wouldn't help him—he said it already. He was an intricate murderer. Hell, he doesn't even know how he can go away clean from a crime scene after a blood bathe.

Worse case is what  if  V would just leave him there on the spot after he messed up?

If he fails him..

their love would be over.

He'd rather select the route of getting murdered by V finally, but seeing how passive-aggressive the serial killer was..he'd probably punish him by just letting him rot and yearn for him until the day that he emptied his very last drop of sanity.

With a heavy sigh he resigned and dropped down on the bed, one arm covering his eyes.

"Maybe later I could ask V for suggestions."

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"Pretty face, wake up."

Taehyung shooked the sleeping boy on the bed, the pink haired rubbing his eyes.

"..oh, you're back V. Welcome home."

Jimin had slept for six hours, something he normally do as his routine for a year after his family's murder. He sat up as he watched V while still in daze place something on the small table, some take outs judging by the small food box.

"What did you do today?"

Taehyung interrogated, taking off his specs and placing it on the table. He probably knew what the pretty faced did judging by the placement of his items alone. Of course, pretty face is a curious cat to look around his drawer. He knew he would do it as immediate as possible, and he bet that he would lie to him about the matter.

"..hm. Just wait for you and fell asleep."

His voice was still groggy, the sleepiness wavering still. Hearing V clicked his tongue, he suddenly felt a jolt in his system.

"I'll be giving you one more chance, pretty face. What did you do today?" 

His voice was more demanding, and Jimin can't helping the nervousness shaking up his whole system. Should he tell him the truth? Or is it really needed to tell the truth that he barged in his drawer and saw their photo?

"..I-i looked at your drawer. I love you and you know that, a-and I was just trying to look more information about you just as what lovers would do. I wanna know more of you. A-and I happened to find your old resumé, and few more papers about you."

"And what more?"

"That's all I saw and did."

Taehyung had his last straw for the lie. He slammed his hand on the table, walking with heavy foot steps towards the terrified Jimin, grabbing his cheeks harshly and pressing it together, nails digging the soft skin to draw blood. His eyes weren't furious, but his dead obsidian orbs were looking through Jimin's eyes as if he were to drill a hole past his head.

"I gave you a chance, but you played me for a retard. We both know you're lying, Jimin.   I knew you opened the locked drawer. For a pretty face you're pretty dumb to know that you shouldn't open the pandora's box,  even leave the pin you used to lock pick."

" 'mm s-so..rry. "

Tears were pooling in Jimin's eyes, feeling the pain as the nails dig his cheeks. He can feel him sliding his nails slowly in a dragging matter, droplets of blood falling onto his lap. He was asserting dominance with such dullness, Jimin felt fear with the absolute dead eyes staring right against his, it was more horrible than his incised cheek.

"Now since you've seen the only content of the drawer..prey, tell, what do you feel about our polaroid together?"

"...d-dunno, hap..py, d-dunno when.." His voiced was muffled as his cheeks were being pressed together, but it was enough for the killer to understand his words.

"Don't know when we took it? I'm hurt. You said you loved me right?"

"I-i..do.."

Taehyung released him, his large hand suddenly became gentle and started caressing his cheeks with the stinging wound. A bit of his own blood was lathered across his pale cheeks, the salty tears bringing more pain to his incision. Jimin wasn't sure what to respond. Would he be mad if he answered Taehyung that he doesn't remember when it was took? 

"D-did we really..did I really met you before?"

"Then figure it out when and where."

"..I-i don't know where and when! I..i'm not sure if I even know you at all before! I only know you as V..I never knew you as Kim Taehyung." 

Jimin felt the hand that was touching his cheek snake slowly to his nape, the warm feeling coming up through his scalp grabbing a fistful of his hair as he was being pulled up from the bed to stand in level to V's position the free hand harshly grabbing his hip. 

"You wanted me to want you, that's what you said to me on our date. You kept seeing me, until you never returned to me because your stupid friend, that Jeon, told your family and they wanted me away from you."

The grip on his hair was getting tighter, letting out a yelp and fresh row of tears on his face. His chest felt so heavy, the dry lump on his throat seemed being replaced by an acidic bitterness our of his fear from V. Somehow the pain was forcing a fragment of his memory, a place he used to go somewhere after his favorite bookstore. It was a blurry memory, he can't even remember who were involved in it. 

"You always brought me books on that place, just us by the bench talking all day. Your favorite serial killer books, you tell me how you're amazed by them. How they did it, why they did it to their victims. And guess who picked up that knowledge you share? Me." 

Jimin's brown orbs widen from the narration provided to him; He made V, he made a serial killer. He was responsible for the death of many families, including his, because he forgot him. He left him hanging. He felt the guilt in his chest about the memory he can't remember, an he hates how he can't seem to piece it together in a flash other than the memory of walking away from the book store.

"I'm..I-i'm..sorry—I'm sorry I forgot you, I-i can't really remember! But if you can help me remember you—remember us, I will surely find those memories again!"

Those obsidian eyes that were staring at him seemed to show a tinge of sadness, and that broke Jimin's heart. He enclosed their lips together, his lips sliding smoothly against Taehyung. The grip on his hair completely loosed, the killer embracing him painfully tight as they share a kiss together.

Taehyung had his eyes wide open during the kiss, just letting his pretty face swarm his lips with passion. He felt accomplished and deemed the kiss to be Jimin's reward for his easy submission.

Of course he was just a pretty faced after all. He was just that easy to manipulate, his sanity was already spilling past his mind for already a year unaware. See how he's only staying for a day yet he can't even give a benefit of doubt to the narrative a goddamn serial killer was giving him? He just went on and believed he had that memory in him.

The photo wasn't even real to begin with. Taehyung edited it by his own, just right after he fled after the murder spree at the Park Family. He found him fascinating after that time Jimin plead for his death, he could even say he was infatuated. It was from Jimin's social media, and he found it more appealing to edit their middle school photos together. He simply removed Jeon Jungkook at the original narrative of the photo, removed its background, put his on there to look like youngsters out on a date. 

With a little bit sprinkle of realistic lies, there goes a fond imaginary memory that never happened.

Isn't that romantic? Forming an idea of a long lost love that never existed at all? A narrative to insert his self on Jimin's past life? 

Park Jimin was easy, that dumb. 

And he'll love to keep him that way.