*re-edits don't mind the wild notifs

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: LOVE YOU:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

The wind swept around in empty hollows curling around a stark shadow skipping happily, a dowdy smile hanging at the plush cherry lips of his, eyes mirroring the darkness emitting from the peak of a calamitous night.

His body was neither corpulent nor boney, rather it whispered of adroitness, a special kind of arcadian posture, most baleful to the naked eye. The stars didn't dare blink and the friable moonlight was afraid, almost shivering behind the mendacious clouds Such was the perniciousness of the man stepping on it.

His eyes gleamed, laughter echoing around in the empty hollows.Age hadn't leaned a finger to the man's face - he appeared to be in his early twenties, still. It couldn't be him. His face was printed "dead " on each newspaper.

It was a day the state rejoiced about, a day they celebrated their release from the jail of thanatophobia they had been shackled into all these days, all because of one man.

Jeon Jungkook.

His eyes were hidden behind a blanket of finger tousled, dark black, messy hair. The color of evilness at its highest. The shade of jealousy. The color of nightmares.

He laughed hysterically at the soft muffled pleas begging him to let him go, to be rescued by someone, anyone for that matter. Nope, ain't happening. His eye bore galaxies as he turned around only to bend down and stare at the body he had been dragging all along. This was so damn fun! He mused.

It's just a pitiful curse that they were forced to meet at the grim of situations. He wished nothing much, the pain he went through was constant and sharp and he didn't hope for a better world for anyone. He wanted his pain to be inflicted on others. He wanted no one to escape.

It was such a blessing too. The fact that he met this pretty little prince got his heart leaping with ecstasy. It's been quite a few weeks since the younger had been stalking him; never forgetting to double click a heart on each post of the crescent eyed boy. He looked even enthralling with blood staggering out of that pale skin of his.

Fuck, he was deep in love! In a matter of few seconds, after having his fun of course, he drew away the ash grey strands off the elder brunette's glassy eyes, and then at once bent over his face. Perhaps he should've cut off that disturbance of a hair, how dare something or someone shield those spellbinding, glassy eyes from his own hypnotizing ones.

"Haah! Ngh a- Singh save Mngh -" an agonized wail escaped from the petite boy behind; his yowl was all muffled, sticky blood and dried plasma blanketing his neck and the entirety of his torso. The antique little man had blood pooling at his cheeks, his eyes contrasting it with the black they held.

His smile disappeared as quickly as they bloomed. His hand instantly cupping the weaker boy's plush, velvety and delicate cheeks. Cheeks that fit perfectly in his large hands ."Aumbre little light of my life "Jimin whimpered crying harder his voice yet stuck in his throat. His blood ran cold, thoughts whirring in his head

Fuck, what the hell is he going to do to me? His chain of thoughts further streamed through his simplistic life. A young, modelesque man with an anticlimactic, simple life. Through each minute of his life, not once did he ever suspect these evil, lunatics thoughts to screech through his gleaming young neighbor's mind.

The younger's doe eyes, luscious lips, the honey-like voice seemed so genuinely sweet to the mind of his victim's naive little mind until ...until of course, he had those very same doe eyes glinting with obscenity. Those pupils dilating, reflecting the bloody serrated knife his dainty little fingers snarkily held.

"Three "

Jimin's purple eyelid peeled open, his eyes widening as he spots the glimmering piece of metal. It was a knife that sneered at the bluntness other knives of its kind held.

How he wanted to banish it completely. How disgusting it looked as it mirrored those unlightened set of inky eyes. Whereas the younger. Jeon Jeungguk to be precise had to physically rip his eyes away from the shining metal he held before he smiled charmingly at the pliant, rather fetching little boy in front of him.

"Two "

He dragged his long nails across the, intentionally burnt, now black cheeks of the barely intrepid older boy; tears filling, some of it pooling his eyes only to gush down vertically and wet his ears in the process. There was a small pool of salty liquid slowly but surely creating a puddle in the pothole beneath.

"Jimin? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby ." He nodded his head, his long black hair falling all over his eyes. "I'm just going to bash your juicy little brains in. Aren't I quite gentle ?"

Jeongguk was entranced, maybe if his artistic side popped out he could carve the map of Russia onto this wonderful masterpiece beneath him. Fuck! That would be a wonderful experience. His baby boy would love it. He just knew it. With many thoughts rushing through his brains, he involuntarily let his long slender fingernails scratch the nape of his neck, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licked his lips.

Tonight was a glorious night. Soon a hollow, deadly silent laughter filled up the forest.

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Bleh honestly

It's through torturous pain that you end up surprising yourself with the greatest of achievements.

[♬ Rained all day♫]