It was almost a year before Jimin found another boy.

He met him, as usual, at the café. They got along so well that Jimin asked him over that very same day. When I came home, they were sitting on the couch and chatting. An anime was playing in the background, and laughter filled the room. Jimin noticed me and pulled me over to introduce us.

Taehyung seemed harmless. He had a genuine boxy smile that never seemed to leave his face and he was as carefree and truly happy, a gentle angel. Not only was his personality completely different than mine, but our looks were polar opposites. Taehyung was tall and had beautiful tan skin. Yet for some odd reason, I didn't feel as if Taehyung would be a bad presence in our life.

So Taehyung coming over became a regular occurrence. He would walk with me to work, and when I got home he would be sitting with Jimin on the couch, trying (and often failing) to make dinner, listening to Jimin talk, or just watching anime.

Indeed, Taehyung seemed seriously want to be my friend as well as Jimin's. he would constantly make an effort to talk to me. Asking how my day was and little things like that that made all the difference. Taehyung was so unlike the other boys. Sure, the others, if they met me, would act friendly, but that's all it would be, acting. Taehyung was being kind and seemed truly happy whenever I talked to him or even acknowledged him.

Another thing that made me relax around him was how Jimin acted. Jimin never flirted or anything of the sort. They were strictly friends.

Until they weren't.

One day, many months after Taehyung had entered Jimin's and my life I came home to something I would have never expected.

Taehyung was on top of Jimin, kissing Jimin's neck gently as the smaller boy moaned and pulled at Taeyhung's feathery hair.

I was shocked. So much so I could hardly breath, think. I didn't know what to do. Taehyung, the one I had accepted.

I shut the door with a bang. The two pulled apart. Jimin was smiling slightly as he looked at me, bruises starting to form on his soft skin. Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn't even meet my eyes. I looked at the two for a long moment before I truly felt my blood begin to boil with anger, betrayal. I had let Taehyung into my life. Near Jimin. And this was how how he repaid me.

Before I could let Jimin see how absolutely infuriated I was, I ran to my room, locking the door. I took a deep breath, fighting for composure. And failing. I broke down, tears pouring down my face. I curled up in bed, pulling the blankets over my head like a small child afraid of the dark. I don't know if the tears that poured down my cheeks were from heartbreak or anger, but they came in endless amounts throughout the entirety of the night.

The next day I didn't have to go to work. As soon as Jimin left for the café, I got a text from Taehyung asks if he could come over. I smiled as I texted back, 'of course.'

By the time Taehyung arrives I've already planned out how he will die.This time I would really play a game.

I made tea, and when Taehyung slid into his chair, I proffered him a cup. He accepted gracefully, taking a deep draw of the liquid. I grabbed a water bottle, taking a deep draw of the cold water.

Taehyung spoke in a quiet voice after a moment of tense silence. "Yoongi, I just wanted to apologize for what happened last night. It's just, one thing led to another, and, well, you saw where it led to. The truth is... I've kinda accidently developed feelings for him."

I nodded, "Don't worry about it. Jimin is an easy person to develop feelings for. Trust me on it. I've been in love with him since our senior year of highschool."

Taehyung's eyes went wide. "Oh, Yoongi. I'm so sorry. If I had known I would have never-"

I felt a familiar smile rise to my lips unprovoked as I saw the time displayed brightly on the digital oven clock. "I said not to worry, Taehyung. After all, you'll be gone soon enough."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, "What do y-"

That was when Taehyung passed out.
I dragged him to my bedroom, pulling him onto the chair I had set up in my closet. I grabbed my handy duct tape and made sure that Taehyung would be unable to move he awoke. As I finished securing the bonds he stirred awake.

He tilted his head, looking down at his tied body. "Yoongi... wh-what are you doing? Why are you-"

I cut him off with a laugh. "You always want to know why. Every single person always wants to know why. Isn't it obvious? Because if I don't kill you, Jimin will end up getting hurt. I remember seeing him in high school getting his heartbroken. In elementary school when he would get bullied. No one is allowed to hurt Jimin anymore. He even said it himself, anyone that gets close to him hurts him. The only exception is me. I've never hurt my Jiminnie. Now, shut up. If you're good I may not be as harsh as I have been in the past." I tie the chloroform drenched rag around his face, silencing him.

Then I kept my toy there for three days. I didn't bother to waste food or water on him; he would make it through. The nights and days faded into sameness for Taehyung- he barely slept, too afraid to try. I finally opened the door, and watched him blink in the dim light of my lamp. It was the dead of night and I was hear to release my prisoner. Taehyung smiled weakly at me, as if he was grateful. Yet the smile disappeared as I knocked him out once more.

I cut him free of the tape and rebound him, only this time without the chair. I hauled him all the way down to the café. When we arrived I propped him against the wall and waited until he came to his senses.

When Taehyung finally regained consciousness I saw the realization hit like a wave. He moaned against the tape across his mouth and I sighed. "So, I've decided to be nice. Because you were so kind to me I've decided I'll give you a choice. I can either shoot you or I can give you a good overdose of sleeping pills and after you are dead asleep put a bullet through your brain for good measure. Both of these are definitely nicer than how I've killed most of the boys."

I pulled the tape from off his mouth and he spoke, deep voice trembling slightly, "Boys? How many people have you killed?"

"Are you asking for a total or the ones for Jimin?"

Taehyung stared at me in horror before quietly responding, "Total."

I raised my hands and started counting on my fingers, "Well, let's see. First, my mom then my father then my brother, so, three. Then add the couple of kids I accidentally killed when I beat them up in elementary school. Then Jimin's first boyfriend and a person that was supposed to be Jimin's friend but hurt him. Then four other boys before you. So..." I waved a foot, "Eleven."

"W-Why would you kill your family?"

I smiled, "Because they were mean."
"The kids?"

My smile vanished, "Because they hurt Jimin."

"The boyfriend? The friend?"

My features soured into a scowl, "The boyfriend tried to sexually abuse Jimin and the friend spread lies about him."

Taehyung thought for a second, "Ok, I don't blame you for the boyfriend. But what about the other four boys?"

"They were getting too close to Jimin. They were going to hurt him."

Taehyung shakes his head, "So you are trying to protect Jimin by killing the people he cares about?"

'H-He doesn't care about them."

"Then who does he care about?"

"He cares about me. We care about each other. Ever since we were little we have loved and looked out for each other."

Taehyung sighed, "It must suck to know that once he finds out about this things will be different."

"Wh-what do you mean? Different? Jimin would never leave me."

"Why should he stay? He can't have anyone else if he is with you. He can't have friends or boyfriends. If he finds out about this he will leave you."

I shook my head violently, "No, he won't. He wouldn't."

"He will hate you and never want anything to do with you ever again."

That's when I lunged. I threw Taehyung to the ground, wrapping my hands around his throat and my legs around his waist, pinning him to the ground. I tightened my hands around his perfect neck, tighter and tighter until I feel his feeble struggling slow and at long last, stop. Taehyung went completely limp beneath me.

I sighed as I dragged Taehyung's body into the hole I had dug. I covered his body with dirt before heading back to my apartment.

The walk back was hell. All I could think about was what Taehyung had said. Would Jimin find out? Would he really leave? Would he be too scared to talk to me? Would he tell the police?
I took the long way home, adding twenty minutes to the walk. I didn't want to see Jimin; what if he already knew?

When I walked into the apartment I expected to see a dark room with no one awake, but instead, a lamp is on and Jimin is sitting on the couch.