Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder

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The December air doesn't feel as cold as the news made it out to be; Or maybe it's just Jimin who doesn't feel the frosty wind against his pink cheeks like the sharp knives he's use to on his skin. Maybe it's his own numbness that won't allow him to feel anything close to warmth or coldness. Did his body get immune to the world by now?

Well, perhaps since he doesn't feel the pain of his knife dragging along his wrists or the burns on his thighs anymore.

Maybe where he'll go.... He'll feel something, right?

Just anything but numb.

So much more determined, Jimin tugs his hood farther more over his head with his forzen fingers and shoves his hands inside his pocket, playing around with the pills inside with his fingers; almost as if they're preparing themself to take out every single ounce of life in Jimin's body the second he thrusts them down his throat. By now Jimin isn't afraid, no, if anything he's anticipating it.

He wants to die.

He wants to be with his parents...

"HELP ME!"

Jimin head perks up, turning his head back to the sudden muffling of noises to only see nothing. For a long moment he remains silent, trying to determine if he's now hallucinating or he actually did hear something. A minute longer pass and he continues walking.

However he never made it past a step forward. A hand suddenly clamps over his lips and his upper body, yanking him backwards to a hard chest. Jimin eyes instantly widens and he struggles hard to be released, only to be dragged farther and farther back until he's suddenly thrown to the floor. A weak yelp escapes his lips when his arm first landed on the hard pavement, blinking the tears away but suddenly screams once again when a figure pounces on his body, caging him to the ground.

Jimin's body has never shivered so hard in his life as he stares directly into the most demonic eyes that horror movies would be shaking in their pants. The man's smile is wide, so wide it nearly reached his ears in utter mischief to reveal his pearl white teeth. Black sweaty hair sticks against his golden skin, only having them in a misheaving mess pile of curls on his head.

If this man didn't have splatters of blood on his face and a knife pinned hard to Jimin's neck, the smaller would almost think he's the most stunning man he has ever laid eyes on.

Key word; almost.

"You should've kept walking while you still had the chance tiny boy," The man taunt slowly, his voice hoared and almost chaotic, tapping the sharp end of his knife aganst Jimin's skin in a light playful manner, "Then again, I probably would've followed you to a more private area, where your screams would be silent to the world, s-so poetic!"

Jimin suddenly stops shaking, a hit of sudden realization strikes him so hard that is brought tears to his eyes.

This man is going to kill him.

Right now, without sparing a second.

That continued to process over and over in Jimin's head and the man suddenly pouts childishly to the tears on the smaller's eyes, "Aw don't cry, I will make sure to make it qui-"

Jimin is getting exactly what he wanted.

"T-Thank you," He squeaked, a weak smiling forming his lips, "P-Please end my misery."

No words can describe how relieved Jimin feels right now, not being aware of the gapped lips and taken back expression from the other man on him, who was clearly not expecting this type of behavior. So with a more happier smile, Jimin lays his head back on the pavement and closes his eyes, the tears still a constant water fall down his cheeks.

"I'm ready, y-you can kill me now."

No words can describe how fucking confused the man grew, pinning the knife harder to Jimin's neck, hoping this is some sick joke but when the other's smile only widens, he completely lost his damn shit.

"What the fuck? You're suppose to be screaming and crying for life! I've murdered suicidal kids before and they always give in!" The man sneers angrily, proding a reaction but Jimin gave none in relation to fear.

On contraire, he looks at the man with an ever sadder pout on his lip, "Why haven't you killed me yet? Do it! Come on!" Jimin pleads, wrapping his fingers wrapping around his hand and pinning the knife to his chest, "Just one stab and that's it! P-Please just kill me! Please!"

Jimin really doesn't want to wake up the next morning, finding himself still breathing. This man, this miracle that happened in his life, is exactly what he needs in order to finish his pathetic life once and for all. But that miracle completely shattered away as the man leans back from him, his smile slight quirking up in amusement with his eyes still glinting in madness.

"Aw, tiny boy doesn't like to be here? Huh? You know what that means?" The man giggles and twirls his knife, "You are already dead!"

What?

What does that even mean?!?

Jimin didn't process his words, only letting his tears stream down his cheeks as the man gets off him and twirls around, a carefree smile on his face, "How glorious to find someone who wants to die! Oh the joy of a challenge!" He continues to laugh in a chaotic wheeze.

By now Jimin is unsure whether to actually feel fear by the man's mood or upset that he's still not dead yet. However his thoughts nearly stopped when the man squats beside him, a devilish smile on his lips. He suddenly grabs a fist full of Jimin's hair, yanking him to his feet.

Jimin yelps you the brutal pain on his skull as he is suddenly banged to the brick wall, the man pinning him harshly. A weak hiss escapes his lips, by now seeing stars in his vision by how hard the man pinned his head against wall.

He can practically feel the brick digging his skull.

"You want to die? Hm?" The man gleams, his breathes running heavy with his unfazed smile on his lips, "Oh I'm going to kill you, but I want you to beg."

Jimin scrunches his face in confusion, eyes narrowed now, "B-Beg for what?"

By now Jimin is slightly shaking as the man leans over closer to his face, tilting his head with an innocent gleam in his eyes. For a moment Jimin completely forgot this man is a psychopath by how angelic he looks; his eyes, his glowing skin, beautiful wavy brunette hair that's hidden under a black hoodie, just him...... He looks utterly breathtaking.

This has to be what angels must look like before someone dies.

Maybe he's right, Jimin's already dead, and he's death itself.

"I want you to...." And he leans to his ear, chuckling lightly, "I want you to beg for life."

A harsh shiver runs down Jimin's spine, especially when the man's tongue licks his earlobe and trails his jaw, almost as if he's tasting him before finally facing him, eyes dark with a devious wide smile.

And so Jimin shakes his eyes, "That will never happen."

"That's not a choice," He growls and shackles Jimin's head against the wall, making Jimin complete loose his vision for a split moment, "You better watch out tiny because I will be watching you, every second of the day and passing hour of the night. I will make sure your life is a living hell, torture you in the most brutalist way possible to the point you will beg me to spare your life."

More tears only glistened Jimin's eyes, a low hiccup escaping his wobbling lips with the man's sickening grin widening.

This is not even a man, this is a fucking demon.

Hysterically Jimin blinks his tears away, "I-I will kill myself-"

"Ah ah ah," He taunts, waving his fingers disappointedly, "If you just as much attempt to kill yourself, I will hurt you..... Worse. The best part is.... I won't even let you die, I will just patch you back up. Oh my beautiful boy..... You just found yourself a partner for life. Well, until your last breath," and he starts laughing hysterically once again.

No.... No! Fuck! Why is this happening? All Jimin wanted was to fucking die! Now.... Now he will suffer by a fucking psychopath. Is this his punishment for attempting suicide? Pain.

Jimin shakes his head, angry tears to the laughing mad man before he kicks his abdomen. He's instantly release and didn't break a sweat in grabbing the knife from the floor.

This is it.

He's going to do it.

Come on!

So Jimin closes his eyes, extending his arm out to dash the knife to his chest. However that never happened. Instead, the knife is slapped out of his hands, hard, burning his skin as if he's been slapped by a flat iron.

A sudden scream escaped his lips when he's aggressively thrown to the floor, tight hands on his neck that instantly cut off his oxygen. His shaking hands reached out to the man pinning him down, who's glaring at him murderously with a deep scowl.

"Silly boy, you will never learn at this rate," He growls and tightens his grip, by now making Jimin chokes hard as he desperately gasps for air, "All this can end to a quick death, all you have to do is say the words."

Jimin only continues to wheeze, the pressure growing behind his eyes as his vision slowly starts to fade in and out of consciousness.

But even though his struggles, he managed to choke out, "K-Kill me."

The man smiles even wider, slowly leaning down to Jimin's face as Jimin's eyes start to flutter to how weak his body is feeling.

So weak.

"We are going to have a fun relationship," The man gleams and presses a soft kiss against the vein popped out on his forehead, "I'm Kim Taehyung, my sweet tiny boy. You're going to be my favorite new toy!"

And that was the last thing Jimin heard before everything suddenly drained black.

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A/N:
Wow...... This story is going to be one insane ride ahhhhh how are we feeling about it so far??

So this is a gift to you guys for being so patient with me. This book will still not be official yet until I finish Subject X and Culpable. Thank you so much for being so patient and kind to me!!

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