jaemin had walked out of his house.

he couldn't sleep.

today was the anniversary of his parent's death.

they had left him 2 years ago.

jaemin had been alone for two years.

alone with his miserable life.

alone with his secrets.

alone with his fears.

alone.

it was 12:12 a.m.

and jaemin was outside.

he was dragging feet in the dangerous streets of his district, pouring his heart out in his crying session.

he may be a grown-up boy, but he missed his parents.

he missed the sweet words his mother would tell him before going to bed.

he missed the comfortable aura that his father would radiate whenever he was around.

he missed those times where they would assure that jaemin was a good guy.

he missed those times they assured him he would have an angel even if they knew that a demon would appear on jaemin's 18th birthday...

he just missed them.

jaemin was vulnerable at the moment.

he was heartbroken.

his head was spinning.

he felt nauseous.

nothing was going right.

but he didn't care.

in those times, he just wanted to end his life.

he just wished to be dead.

to be with his parents.

it wasn't worth living in such a horrible world anyway.

jaemin leaned against a lamp post, crying harder than before.

tears cascaded on his cheeks as he had his eyes shut tight, trying to ignore the pain he was inflicting himself.

jaemin allowed a hand to slide up his own body, reaching his neck.

he felt the cold metal of his necklace against his fingers.

the boy pulled the necklace out of his shirt, looking at the beautiful golden piece.

it was one of his mother's.

the only one he hadn't sold to buy himself a decent place to live.

it was a golden one, maybe made of real gold? it screamed luxury...

there was no doubt, it was the most expensive of all of his mother's necklaces.

but it was her favourite. his father had gifted it to her.

and jaemin couldn't allow himself to sell it.

he kept it under his clothes day and night, to have a part of them with him.

he would never leave it.

"give me the necklace."

jaemin opened his eyes slightly, continuing to cry as he saw a man standing in front of him, a knife pointing at jaemin.

the man had been woken up by the loud noise of jaemin's sobs, and when he had seen the necklace, he knew he had to.

jaemin was in a vulnerable state, so it wouldn't be too hard to take it away from him. and then, he would sell it and surely be able to live in a better place than this shantytown-like district.

one thing he didn't know though...

he was facing a serial killer that everybody feared...

"the necklace!" he repeated, his knife getting closer from jaemin's body.

the crying boy looked at the man, his eyes too teary for him to see who that was.

but judging by the smell, it had to be someone that lived in here.

seeing that jaemin wasn't moving, the man reached for the necklace with his left hand, grabbing the golden jewel to take it off jaemin's neck.

and that's what made the teenager snap.

no one could touch this necklace.

it was his mother's.

no one had the right to disrespect her this way.

jaemin's cries suddenly stopped, as if his vital instincts had kicked in.

his brows furrowed.

his jaw clenched.

his fists tightened.

and the man in front of him didn't get enough time to process what was happening.

jaemin pushed the man's hand that was about to grab his necklace away, grabbing with his right hand the man's right forearm, making sure not to get cut by the knife he was holding.

jaemin kicked the back of the man's leg, making him kneel before twisting his arm in an unhuman way, making him let go the knife, that jaemin caught swiftly while it was falling.

with his feet, he pushed the man on the dirty ground.

and all of this happened in a few seconds.

"never dare touching my mother's necklace..." jaemin growled, his left foot stepping on the man's chest.

the man under him was squirming in pain, trying to reach for his shoulder that had been dislocated a few seconds earlier.

"i advise you to stop moving and look at me." jaemin said. "i could kill you. stepping harshly enough over your sternum would break your ribs and perforate your lungs before smashing your heart. but you don't want that...?"

the man looked at jaemin completely frightened and in pain.

tears were leaving his eyes, and jaemin could feel his uneven breathing because of the way his chest was rising up and down rapidly.

"p-please... i-i'm sorry..." the man let out. "h-help m-me..."

jaemin chuckled.

"a sorry doesn't repair anything, dear..."

jaemin skilfully threw the knife he was still holding on the man, aiming for the left side of his throat, where his jugular vein was located.

and he knew how to aim, slicing the blood vessel open, and stopping the brain irrigation in blood, making the man die in a second.

jaemin kneeled on his body, picking the knife up before cutting open the man's shirt, making his bare torso visible.

jaemin smirked, spinning the knife in his right hand before poking the man's flesh with the end of the knife.

the teenager carved on the man's stomach with precision, pulling back after finishing his masterpiece.

there were two bloody letters there, signalling of his passage once again.

two beautiful letters.

'𝙽𝙰'

jaemin stared at his art piece with cautious eyes.

he looked at every curve of the man's body, and how well it fitted with the death tattoo he had been gifted.

it looked stunning.

well, it did at first.

but jaemin's violent thoughts were slowly fading in his mind, allowing the shy and reserved boy he was to resurface.

and then, it looked horrible.

jaemin let his eyes wander around the crime scene, taking in all the damage he had made before falling on his knees and crying once again.

he sobbed louder than before, recalling how his mind had become blank, and how he had become such a violent person because of someone triggering him.

he was deeply hurt.

the wound his parents' death had created had made a new personality appear.

a psychopath.

a monster.

a killer.

a freak.

a murderer.

jaemin felt like vomiting.

he was on his knees, his eyes trying to avoid looking at the man he had just killed.

he had never wanted to be dead more than he wanted it now.

and when you thought about it, it wasn't a bad day to die.

he would meet his parents again.

two years after they left him.

he would leave this world.

and never kill anyone again.

it would be better if it ended there.

if would be better if he ended his days there.

jaemin tightened his grip around the knife he was still holding.

he knew exactly where to hit to die quickly.

his femoral artery, just on the side of his thigh.

the amount of blood passing there as well as gravity would help him die in less than two minutes.

and that's exactly what he needs now.

still sobbing, jaemin readjusted his grip on the knife, holding it with his two hands as he rose them above his head.

he was ready.

ready to die.

ready to be with his parents again.

ready to leave this world.

ready to say goodbye to his shitty life.

and after taking a deep breath, jaemin did it.

he let his arms fall down, the knife held securely between his palms, ready to tear his flesh open.

"jaemin, NO!!"

seeing the knife getting planted on the outside of his thigh didn't kill him.

in fact, it made him black out, not conscious about the fact that his demon had just deviated the knife's trajectory, not to end his days.