NBK - Niykee Heatom

A fierce shiver forces down Jimin's spine, probably not even able to breathe anymore by the shadows of demonic eyes staring right back to him - condescendingly.

A gaze so unfamiliar, so horrific and bone chilling that a simple glance by it can destroy a pure soul in a matter of seconds.

A killer.

Brutal and merciless killer.

Just by a simple stare.

Sinking in the question the red haired man muttered, Jimin couldn't help but respond with, "I-I don't know who you're talking about."

This made the red haired guy smirk wider, almost delirious and knowingly, "Of course you do, you're his roommate."

Now Jimin began to feel dizzy.

It can't process quick enough in his head that this man looks identical to his roommate, and he's speaking to him like.... This.

Almost inhumane.

He's Taehyung's brother, but Taehyung never mentioned his family before to anyone of them.

If he knew his brother was here, he'd give a heads up.

By the looks of it, he doesn't know.

He has to protect him, this guy doesn't seem safe.

Jimin nibbles on his lips anxiously, "Y-Yeah but we're not always together and -"

Karma suddenly takes out his pen calmly from his pocket, studying the material almost lovingly before clicking it, "I really thought out of everyone you'd be able to help me, sincerely I did. But it seems as though you're not understanding my urgency."

He steps closer to Jimin, instinctively making him stumble back but Karma grabs the back of his neck and yanks him forward, pressing the edge of the pen to the side of his neck.

Right over the carotid artery.

Shit.

Karma drops his smirk, a hallow frown on his lips down Jimin's fragile stare, "This is what you're going to do," He purrs quietly, "You're going to take your phone out, text in your little roommates group chat and tell Theodoré you'd like him to meet you at the locker room in five minutes."

Jimin teeth are chattering, gulping slowly and immediately flinches when he felt the sharpness of the pen gliding his neck.

Not a single flashing Karma's gaze.

"T-This is harassment."

This made Karma snicker, "I've done worse," Jimin's heart dropped to his stomach, "Phone out, now."

Fibbing with his hands, Jimin takes his phone out his pocket, trembling as he goes to the roommates Groupchat.

Immediately he was going to text a fucking SOS or something, but Karma gracefully find his way to stand behind him, an arm around his neck, the pen now gone from his neck and replaced by his hand to the side of Jimin's head.

"If you open your mouth, with one single movement, you'll go unconscious," He whispers against his ear, "And if I squeeze hard and snap your neck, maybe you'll die, if you're unlucky."

Jimin's breath has raised a higher pitch, trembling now with a quivering whimper and wheeze exhaling his lips.

And the worse part is that he can't snap to his Guilherme alter ego, even if he tried.

He's so screwed.

He has to comply.

And it feels as though Karma can read his every fucking move.

So with a shakily hand, he texts on the group chat, telling them he's okay and doesn't need back up.

They all asked if he was okay, and he casted a side eye to Karma and squeaks when he feels his hand pressing on his head to the side.

Would he actually kill him?

That's the thing, Jimin didn't even know Taehyung had a twin until now.

And he clearly wanted to keep that in the shadows.

Because of how fucking crazy he is.

Karma..... What could you possibly want with Taehyung?

Gulping thickly, Jimin texts in the Groupchat for Taehyung to meet him in the locker room with tears gliding down his cheeks.

Immediately he got responses asking if he's 100% sure if he's okay.

Karma arm around his neck tightens, suffocating him immediately.

"Say it's urgent and get off the chat."

Fighting back a sob, Jimin types on the text how urgent it is and immediately exits out the chat while hysterically trying to breathe.

To this Karma grabs Jimin's phone, types on it quickly with a stone facial expression before he lets him go aggressively - leaving Jimin to cough and wheeze with a hand on his neck.

He was close to killing him.

By Taehyung's brother.

Someone seriously just did that to him....

In school.

"I was expecting a little more from you, you know?" Karma sighs in discontent, still in Jimin's phone, "I know you got an little alter egos going on. I'm surprised it didn't leap out in defense."

Jimin chokes on air as he gets himself up right, glaring at him, "H-How do you know this?"

Karma grins and closes Jimin's phone, handing it to him, "I know everything revolving around my dear brother," He snickers, just as Jimin snatched his phone, "It was nice meeting you, Guillerme."

And with that he walks away, whistling carefully to himself while twirling the stupid pen between his fingers.

Jimin by this point is still shaking, unable to comprehend what just happened to him, but goes quickly to text Taehyung to not go to the locker room.

Only to realized why Karma took his phone.

He restarted it and changed the passcode.

Jimin now can't get into his phone and all his data is wiped clean, including the roomies numbers.

Oh no.

Jimin grips his hair, sobbing to himself while staring at the screen of his phone.

I'm so sorry Taehyung.

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A/N:
Well...... I think this version of Karma is possibly more darker and psychotic than I've ever written him before.

I'd say it's giving a mix of Erroneous Karma and the story Karma (That unfortunately was discontinued)

Get ready!

I PURPLE YOU! <33