Jimin's POV

I woke up to the feeling of something being ripped away from me. My eyelids did their best to lift as the murky darkness of sleep started to dissipate slowly. I tried reaching out to find the object that had been taken, perhaps better described as stolen from me. As my vision began to clear, I spotted something glaring at me.

I jolted up in my seat, head spinning from the sudden action. Wincing as I rubbed the side of my head, I blinked a few times to see Jaemin glaring daggers at me.

I could only hope I didn't look as confused as I felt. My mind was just disoriented and spaghetti strands covered in sa- I just realized I haven't eaten...

Looking at her, I tried to gather my thoughts.

"W-What...w-where...?"

I looked around.

Yep, I am officially stupid. Forgetting that I'm in a damn hospital. What was I thinking? A damn heart rate monitor was an alarm clock? This is what I get for not going to school for three days.. Oh well. At least no maths~

A smack on my head brought me back to reality.

"What did I do??" I blurted as I rubbed my forehead.

"Who gave you consent to even think of holding my hand?"

.....

Only then did I realize that I had been holding her hand.

Minutes passed in silence.

"Park Jimin... have you lost your sense of hearing?

I smiled sheepishly.

"S-Sorry J-Jaemin...I just... " I stopped myself before I could say anything else. "Uh... Who wouldn't want to hold your hand though?" I smirked but her eyes only narrowed.

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Jaemin stood drenched in water, backing away from a figure that crept closer to her. Judging from behind, most definitely a male and human. The figure wasn't herculean with muscle nor possessed any intimidating features. Yet...fear latched itself onto me.

The fear of losing someone I cared about....

Drops of crimson liquid fell from the stranger's black hair. The sign of death. The sign of despair. The fluid that flows through our veins, keeping us alive yet could be the cause of our downfall. The flicker of life that pumps through our body and pours when our fragile bodies are slit.

Beautiful blood. Brilliant and bold scarlet. His hands and hair were covered in it...including the glinting blade he held in his hand. He was.. holding it up... poised to stab... her..

What happened next was rage clouding my vision.

All to be washed in the next second.

He plunged the knife into her heart.

And she, Jaemin, fell on the ground.

Dead.

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A/N: THAT'S GONNA WRAP IT UP FOR TODAY FOLKS

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A mixture of feelings buried deep inside me then...something I couldn't explain... Sorrow, pain, regret, rage, hate, disgust.
Everything started swirling within me until it just stopped. I became numb

All I wanted...was revenge.

He got up, as if nothing happened. As if he hadn't killed a person. As if he hadn't killed HER. AS IF HE HADN'T TAKEN MY FRIEND AWAY FROM ME

A twisted smirk.
A hollow gaze.
A mask of calm.
A silent promise of vengeance.
The ability to feel nothing at all.

Was all I needed to become a killer. To turn flirtatious Park Jimin into something more sinister.

A laugh broke out of me as I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and threw him onto the ground. Eye twitching I snatched up the same knife he had used, smothered with the fresh blood of his victim, and drove the blade into the his pale snow white skin. I savoured every moment of it.

The way his blood bloomed lovely red on his milky skin. The way his screams echoed in my ears as I slammed the knife into him again and again. The knowledge that he would never see the light of day again.

I got up, observing my artwork, blood spilt and and painting my fingers red, to find... The blood... One didn't have to be a genius to see what it had etched onto the ground..

Min Yoongi

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"B-But that's beside the point! You're awake now!" I smiled brightly, genuinely relieved that she had finally come to consciousness.

Her lips only twitched in amusement.

"How long have I been out?" she questioned.

"Three days... " I muttered quietly, lowering my head.

Jaemin stayed silent for a moment.

"Jaemin...?"

"Three days....?" she whispered to herself.

What's wrong with three?

She hung her head, hair covering her face, before taking a deep breath.

"What time is it?" she spoke quietly.

"9:00 a.m...."

Jaemin flinched.

"Jaemin... If you want to talk about it, I'm he-"

"3 was my brother's favourite number."

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A/N:

I honestly don't know what I just wrote but hey new chapter and probably the longest I've written :D

Imma leave you with your feels and thoughts and theories about what's going on (:<

*runs*

P.s. doesn't the media above remind you of somethinggg