🔪It's because it feels good🔪

Jimin's POV

"Tae!" I laughed, punching his arm playfully. "What? It's true! Did you see how he stares at you with wiiiide eyes!" He said cutely, pulling his eyelids open using his fingers.

I burst into laughter. "No! Tae, no one loves me for as far as I know. At least not in a boyfriend way." I chuckled. "Who caaares?!" Taehyung yelled happily. "You got me!"

"Hey." I looked up. "Uhm... Hey... Jiyong hyung..." I stammered. "Did you get it?" He asked lowly. I hesitantly shook my head. "Give me two days! T-two more days! Please..."

Jiyong scoffed. "You said that two days ago Jimin. I want my money." He snarled. I gulped. "Come on Jiyong hyung, he did nothing! Why would you tell him for money when Seunghyun is one of the richest kids in school?!" Taehyung yelled, pointing at Seunghyun, who stood there with crossed arms.

"Because it won't be as fun to get beaten up by a mafia dad if I beat up his son. Jimin, however.." He smirked, cracking his knuckles. I gulped. "Hyung... Please don't." I begged. Jiyong scoffed. "You think I'm going to listen to someone as short as you? By the time that you are as tall as me I'll be in my 50s." He laughed.

I frowned slightly, looking down. Taehyung gritted his teeth. "Get away from him!" He yelled, pushing Jiyong away. Daesung growled lowly, grabbing Taehyung's collar, pulling him close. "Did you just push him?" He asked growling.

"You have eyes! Look for yourself!" Taehyung snarled, kicking his knee. Daesung scoffed. "Do you think that hurt?" He asked. "Remember, I don't feel pain." He spat, slamming Taehyung against the closest locker.

"Stop!" I yelled. "Let Tae go!" Jiyong rubbed his shoulder. "Nope. He's strong. Daesung, take him." He growled. Daesung simply nodded, throwing Taehyung over his shoulder with ease. Taehyung yelled, slamming his fists on Daesung's back before pouting and leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, which he leaned onto Daesung's back. "Stupid..."

I gulped. "H-hyung. Give me two more days, please! I was sick yesterday, I couldn't work!" I begged. "Jimin, I've given you half a week to get me that money. I think 2 million won is quite easy to get." He chuckled.

"Then why don't you get it yourself?!" I snapped. "You have a rich friend! You have a criminal friend! Why do you keep picking on me?!" I yelled. Jiyong frowned angrily. "What did you just say to me?" He growled.

I gulped, looking down. "N-noth-" I fell back when Jiyong his fist made contact with my cheek. He... he punched me... again. Jiyong pulled me closer by my collar, punching me right on my nose.

I winced, falling back and grabbing my bleeding nose. Jiyong held his hand out to Seunghyun. "The ring. Give me it." He growled. Seunghyun reached into his pocket, pulling a silver ring from it. He laid it in the palm of Jiyong's hand, smirking ever so slightly.

The ring had a rough surface that could easily scratch or wound my skin. I've had it a few times... I prepared for the painful cut, when after a few seconds nothing came. I carefully opened my eyes, seeing Jiyong struggling to get his wrist from a smaller guy's tight grip.

"Touch him one more time. I. Dare. You.." He growled angrily, tightening his grip. Jiyong frowned. "Who do you think you are to interfere with me?!" He yelled. "Seunghyun! Why are you just standing there!?" He asked yelling. Seunghyun shrugged. "You never gave any orders." He said.

Jiyong groaned in annoyance. "Well?! Get him off me!" He snarled. "I think not." Seunghyun protested. "That's the school's psycho right there. I don't want to risk my life just for you." He growled. Jiyong widened his eyes before snapping his head back to 'the school's psycho', wanting to throw another punch at him.

The boy scoffed, stopping it with ease and turning it to his back. Jiyong growled, wincing in pain when he was forcefully turned around. The boy pulled his arm further. Jiyong yelled in pain as the boy pushed it further until a loud crack caused us to widened our eyes, and Jiyong to scream in pain.

"You broke my god damn arm!" He shrieked. "It'll be a lot worse if you don't leave Jimin alone." The boy growled. Seunghyun tilted his head. "Why did you protect that?" He asked coldly, nudging his head to me. The boy grabbed his throat tightly. "He is not a that." He snarled.

This... was a first. No one really stood up to me before. Taehyung was never here when it happened. I just told him about it. This was the first time someone actually protected me from them. From Seunghyun's words, The School's Psycho cares a lot more about me than others do.

Seunghyun just nodded. "Noted. Now if you can let me go so I can take Jiyong hyung to the nurse's office, that would be nice." He said. The boy scoffed. "You think he's going to live for his crimes?" He asked. The boy reached in the inside pocket of his jacket, grabbing a sharp shining metal object from it.

A knife? That's against the rules! You can't take weapons into school! Before I could point him out for it, he pushed the blade into Jiyong's back, who screamed in pain.

I... What just happened?! Before I could even question his actions, he moved the sharp blade down his back, causing Jiyong to scream in pain. Blood covered his clothing as the red liquid oozed from his skin. I think what was the creepiest about all this is that the boy decided to push his hand into the wound.

He pulled it out of the wound, his hand dripping with the fresh red blood. He chuckled, holding his bloodied hand in front of Jiyong. "This is a meal to me. If you were careful and less of an ignorant idiot, you wouldn't have been in this hilarious position."

He ripped the knife from his back, licking the blood off his own hand before stabbing the knife into his skull. Seungyun widened his eyes. "So the rumors are true?! You really are insane!" He yelled. "Daesung! Daesung hyung wait up!" He yelled, running off at the speed of light as Jiyong fell to the floor, lifeless and soulless.

The boy shook slightly, a crazy smile on his face as he put the knife back in his pocket. He turned around to me, holding his clean hand out to me. "You alright?" He asked, a worried frown getting rid of the craziness.

I hesitantly nodded, taking his hand. "Who are you?" I asked softly, wiping the blood on my face away with my sleeve. "Me? I'm Yoongi, but others know me as the school's psycho." He said shyly, chuckling softly.

I nodded. "I can see why. You just killed someone." I said hesitantly, rubbing the nape of my neck. "Doesn't matter. He was lying anyway. At this point death was the only one waiting for him." Yoongi chuckled. I tilted my head. "Why did you help me?" I asked. Yoongi tilted his head with mine, smiling. "Because you're too precious to get beaten up by such a meanie!" He exclaimed childishly.

"Was killing him worth it?" I asked softly. He instantly nodded. "I don't know how long this was going on for, but no longer you'll be beaten up. Not as long as I'm still alive." He said, grabbing my shoulders tightly. I laughed softly. "Thanks, but killing him really wasn't necessary." I smiled.

Yoongi pouted. "But he was being so much trouble to you!" He whined. "I know, but I don't know why. I would have liked to know why." I said softly. Yoongi frowned slightly. "Are you free tomorrow?" He asked curiously. I nodded. "No activities tomorrow, besides school." I chuckled.

Yoongi smiled. "Wanna come over?" He asked smiling. I nodded. "Sure, if Tae comes back I might need to take a bit of time to calm him down... Other than that we're good!" Yoongi smiled, tilting his head slightly.

"So pretty..." He whispered. "Hm?" I asked. "Did you say something?" Yoongi shook his head. "Go home safely! If something's wrong, call me!" He said, before walking away. "But I don't have your number..." I pouted slightly when he turned around the corner.

I stared at the corner for a bit. Oh... Taehyung! Oh no! How did I forget about him?! I grabbed my backpack, running towards the hall where I saw Daesung and Seunghyun run towards. I burst open the doors of the rooms that weren't occupied when I saw Taehyung, curled up into a ball in the corner of the empty gym.

"Tae!" I yelled. I ran towards him, embracing him in a hug. Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around me. He was shaking. "Jimin hyung!" He cried. "S-Seunghyun and D-Daesun... T-t-they threatened to k-kill me..." He sobbed. "W-when this g-guy walked i-in and s-s-stabbed them..." He burst into tears. "I witnessed a murder!" He cried.

"Shh..." I rubbed his back. "What did he look like?" I asked. "B-black hair... and brown e-eyes-" He hiccupped. "Pale s-skin, and a g-gummy smile..." He said softly. "I think it's Yoongi. You know the guy they call the school's psycho?" I said softly. "He saved me too."

Taehyung looked up at me with teary eyes. "J-Jiyong?" "He's dead. He won't hurt me anymore." I said lowly. "How are you so-" another hiccup, "calm about this?!" He yelled. I shrugged. "He deserved it. I would have loved to know why he beat me though. There was no reason to ask me for money."

"M-maybe he was j-jealous..." Taehyung said softly. I shrugged. "Maybe. Yoongi invited me to his house tomorrow. I'm thinking I'll go. He seems nice instead of insane like everyone claims him to be." Taehyung widened his eyes. "He could plan to murder you!" He yelled. "I don't think so." I said softly, helping him up. "Something tells me he doesn't mean any harm towards me, or you."

"Hyung?" Taehyung asked softly. "What is it Tae?" I yelled from the kitchen. "Can I sleepover? I'm scared on my own. You know how my parents are always on business trips? They'll be gone for a whole week!" He whined. I chuckled softly. "You can stay. Mom is coming home soon, I'm sure she won't mind."

I looked up onto the countertop when I heard my phone buzz. I picked it up, getting a text from an unknown number.

Unknown
Jiminie!

Me
Hello?

Unknown
Hey! It's Yoongi!

Oh, how did he get my number? I shrugged, smiling as I took the bowl of chips back to the living room. The door opened with a soft creak, closing with a bang and a lock.

"Jimin?" That sounded nothing like my mom... "Yeah?" "Hey, your mom asked me to come over. She's working late hours again." Jin said smiling. "Again? She'll overwork herself." Taehyung whined. "She does it for us. And it's my fault." I said softly.

Jin shook his head. "I heard he's dead. It's going all over town." He said, taking a handful of chips and stuffing his mouth with them. "Witf tfat you wfon't need to pfay anymore." He mumbled.

"Don't eat with your mouth full Jin hyung. It's rude." I chuckled, mimicking his own words. Jin frowned and pouted, swallowing the chips. "Sorry. You're right." He said softly.

Another buzz from my phone.

Yoongi
You still coming tomorrow?

Me
Yeah. Why?

Yoongi
I want you to meet my friends!

Me
Are they also 'school psycho's'?

Yoongi
Some of them. But if they touch you they'll be dead, don't worry!

Jin peeked at my phone. "Who's Yoongi?" Taehyung snapped his head to my phone. "You're texting with him now?! What comes next, a relationship?!" He yelled. "Why do you think I'm texting with him makes me like him?" I asked, tilting my head at him.

Taehyung stammered a few broken words, looking down. "I don't know." I chuckled. "He seems nice. I'm not trying to get myself killed you know." I said softly. "Who is Yoongi?" Jin asked again.

"He the guy who killed Jiyong and his two friends. He saved me and Taehyung. They call him a psycho, but I feel like there's more beneath the smile." I answered. Jin shrugged. "I'd say be careful, but I'll be glad if you get a boyfriend." He chuckled.

"He won't be my boyfriend." I growled. "Well he better be. You're lonelier than Jungkook!" Jin laughed. "Jungkook is not lonely!" Taehyung protested. "Yes he is!" "No he isn't!" "Yes he is!" "No he isn't!"

I rolled my eyes.

Me
Can I come over now? I am stuck between two arguing aliens.

Yoongi
Seriously?

Me
Yea. Need proof?

Yoongi
No! Come over when you want! Here, I'll send you my address.

I smiled at the incoming message, standing up. Before they could question me I grabbed my jacket and left, using Google Maps to find it.

It was a decent house... apartment. Surprised to see him live all the way up there... alone. Well, maybe he has a roommate! I rang the bell to his apartment, waiting for a soft buzz which told me: the door is open.

I walked into Yoongi's apartment. I reeked of... blood. Shivers crawled down my spine at the scent. It was surprisingly attractive too. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling this way?

"Jiminie!" Yoongi yelled, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine." I swallowed a sudden lump down my throat. Yoongi smiled. "Come on! I was kinda busy, but I guess I can let you in on the fun!" He exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards one of the rooms.

The smell of blood only got stronger, and I could feel my own will weakening. Yoongi unlocked the door, opening it widely. "Oh Namjoon! I have a guest for you.." He laughed darkly, slamming the door shut behind him.

Namjoon... where have I heard that before? He was covered in his own blood, scars and cuts scraped all over his body. I scoffed softly at the sight, and I don't even know why.

Yoongi grabbed a sharp bloodied knife from the floor, licking some of the blood off it, humming of satisfaction. "Delicious.." he laughed. Namjoon stared at him with weak eyes. "What do you want?"

Yoongi scoffed. "What do I want?! Namjoon. You broke his heart." He hissed lowly, snapping his head towards me. "You broke his heart and cut it up into little pieces. Now, yours must too." Yoongi laughed darkly, dragging the knife along the side of his chest before pushing down harder and harder.

He stopped, looking at me. The only thing in the room that I could sense was Namjoon in pain, Yoongi's anger and joy, and the heartache of the memory. I balded my hands to fists. He cheated on me... with Jin.

"I think Jimin should be the one to torture you. To break you. After all," Yoongi chuckled. "You broke him." He said lowly, pointing the handle of the knife at me. "Take it Jiminie. Make him feel your pain.." He hissed lowly.

I tilted my head... make him feel my pain. "That means killing him." I growled. "I'll keep him alive. And I will until eternity." Yoongi hissed. I took the knife from him, feeling the gentle wood of the handle in the palm of my hand as the dim light shimmered on the blade.

I smirked. I was no longer... myself... I dug the knife into his chest, slowly. Namjoon screamed of pain, hissing loudly. "You can't keep me here forever! Jin will be dead worried! He'll die!" He yelled. I dug the knife further. "Don't mention that idiot! I can't even remember why I'm friends with him!" I yelled.

Namjoon frowned. "Who else hurt you?" He asked lowly. "So now you care?!" I snapped. I could feel my breathing hitching, my body shaking slightly as I pulled the knife from his skin roughly. "Now you care. After all these months of recollecting myself. For more than two years you made these stories up Namjoon. You lied to me. So. Much. I'm sick of the untruth you're throwing up like words!" I yelled.

"I was just another toy... You're such a loser Namjoon. I'm ashamed to say that I ever knew you." I spat. I gritted my teeth. "Can I finish him?" I asked coldly. Yoongi nodded. "Let it out. He won't die anyway. Not even a knife in his skull." He chuckled.

I plunged the knife into his skin, smirking and chuckling at the loud screams from my ex. Those chuckles turned into dark laughter, and I couldn't stop. I laughed, and laughed, and I kept stabbing him in different places just to hear him scream and beg for me to stop.

Yoongi laid his hand on mine, smiling at me. "It's okay. He won't hurt you anymore." He whispered. "I'm here now. And I will never leave you." He put his fingers under my chin, moving my gaze from Namjoon to him.

He quickly placed his lips on mine, placing his hands on my waist. "I love you Jiminie, and I will for eternity." He whispered, before tilting his head to kiss my cheek. "Will you love me back?" He asked. I chuckled, scoffing at the pathetic man in front of me. The one who had stabbed so much that I had begun to enjoy it.

All I wanted to do is grab the knife, stabbing him until he died. I want more.. Yoongi said eternity... He loves me! He can fulfill my desires.. right?

I nodded slowly. "I will." Yoongi smiled, placing his lips back on mine. I kissed back this time, feeling so warm and tingly from inside. It's been so long since I felt that. Namjoon hissed lowly. "When will you show him the truth now that he's gone insane like you?" He spat.

Yoongi's eye twitched. "Did you just call me what I think you just called me?" He asked lowly. "I called you insane." Namjoon growled. Yoongi grabbed the knife tightly from my hand, stabbing into his leg. Namjoon screamed of pain. "Never call me insane again." Yoongi hissed.

"What truth do you have to show me?" I asked coldly. Yoongi turned his head to me, smiling a wide toothy grin. Fangs, sharp and bloodied were visible, a sudden red glow over his eyes as he hissed again. "I would never hide anything from you, Jiminie." He said softly.

I smiled. "I'm glad." Namjoon scoffed. "Just bite him now. You'll regret everything Jimin." He hissed. I frowned. "I'll be happy with him. He won't leave me hanging like you did." I growled, tilting my head. "Bite me Yoongi."

Yoongi licked his lips. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that." He hissed, sinking his sharp fangs into my skin. The pain was so good... The burn, the sting, the pain. Yoongi grabbed the knife, pulling it from Namjoon's skin with a loud scream.

He cut his own arm, blood seeping from the cut. He held it up at my lips, pushing the knife back into Namjoon's chest. I licked the blood off his arm. The taste was amazing. It was wonderful. Such a delight to taste.

I greedily licked his arm clean, groaning when a sudden pain went over my body. I smiled as Yoongi pulled his fangs from my skin, panting slightly. "You're going to be so beautiful Jiminie. So dangerous.." He hissed lowly. I hissed back playfully, licking my lips as a harsh burn stung in my gums.

"Jungkook is going to kill you." Namjoon snarled. "I invite him to try." Yoongi chuckled. "I invite Hoseok to try. I invite you to try. I invite everyone to try and kill me!" Yoongi yelled loudly, laughing insanely. "I won't fall. Not now, not ever. I'm going to be here when you are gone, and I'm going to be the one that ends you." He hissed.

I hissed loudly, licking my lips. "I want to be the one to end him." I said lowly. Yoongi grinned. "Go ahead. It was a bad idea not to wear sunscreen today Joon." He chuckled. Namjoon widened his eyes. "You are not going to pull a heat lamp on me Min Yoongi!" He yelled. Yoongi laughed. "Oh... But I am."

He pulled me out of the room. "I'm going to burn him, but since you aren't wearing any protection, you'll have to watch from afar. Is that okay Jiminie?" He asked, pouting as he grabbed my hands. I nodded. "Let me see him die at least." "I will." Yoongi said smirking, pecking my lips.

Namjoon struggled to get out of the chains, seeing Yoongi grab a bar that you'd see in a tanning bed. "Say bye-bye to Jin. Oh wait.. You can't!" He laughed, turning it on and letting it drop onto the bed.

Namjoon screamed in pain, his skin visible heating up. He was fading... His skin faded into ash bit by bit, a loud hiss leaving his lips, tears of pain when he mumbled a last: Tell Jin that I loved him.

I smirked. All he was now is a pile of ash. "How good it feels to be free. Free and wild. Hostile and dangerous.. Yoongi wrapped his arms around my waist after turning the lamp off. "I love you Jiminie." He said lowly, kissing my neck. "I love you too Yoongi." I said softly, tilting my head up slightly.

Yoongi chuckled, placing his own marks over my neck. Small bite marks and hickeys. "I'm so thirsty..." He hissed. "I want more blood spilled.." I nodded in agreement. "Me too."

Yoongi smirked, parting his lips from my skin. "What do you say we give our little Hoseok and Jungkook a visit? I bet they'll be dying to know. And after that, we'll go after Jin." I smiled, nodding happily.

"And Taehyung?" I asked. "Your friend?" Yoongi scoffed. "We could kill him, torture him, or make him just like us if you want that. I can make him a vampire-like you and me, I can make him love the kill-joy just by smelling blood." Yoongi said lowly.

I smiled. "Let's make him like us... I want a kill buddy. Other than my boyfriend." I chuckled. "Correction sweetheart, I'm your husband." Yoongi chuckled, pecking my lips. "Now let's go."

Taehyung yelled in fear when he saw Yoongi and me. We weren't that scary, right? Yoongi rolled his eyes, he pulled a bottle from his bag, opening it and letting the blood inside spill to the floor.

Taehyung tensed up, biting his lip harshly. Yoongi growled lowly. "Come on Taehyung, just give in! You know that you want it." He hissed lowly. Taehyung looked up at me, a grin spreading over his lips. He chuckled lowly. "Why does it smell so good?" He asked.

"It's about to get even better." Yoongi growled, sinking his fangs into Taehyung's skin. Taehyung groaned, his mouth agape from the sudden action. His gaze never left mine, not even when he licked Yoongi's blood away. With a loud hiss from him, Yoongi pulled away.

"I guess you were right." Taehyung chuckled. "He really doesn't mean any harm to us." Yoongi tilted his head. "Why did you think that?" "You were a psycho. But it's not the word that makes it so fun, or the kids who are scared of you." Taehyung burst into laughter. "It's because it feels good.."

The End

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