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I don't owe the characters of this story, this doesn't reflect how the life of BTS is like. This book is entirely my idea, so if there's a book that just so happens to have this same idea, it's entirely coincidental. I have full copyrights of this book, so plagiarism is not tolerated at all. This story will also contain many gruesome and harsh scenes, so please be careful while reading this book, I want everyone to be okay, so if you are unable to read at any moment in time, please stop reading.

This book will contain many triggers, such as; Sexual abuse, Rape mentions, Psychological torture, Dollification, Mind manipulation, Smut, Drug Abuse, Harsh Language, Starvation, Suicide Attempts, Student/ Teacher affairs, Angst and Psychological horrors.

So please read at your own risk. Once again, this is only a fictional book and none of this connects to the characters in real life.

Enjoy!

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Giggles of darkness is all Jimin has ever experienced throughout his whole his life. Vicious mind playing tricks on him with blood transforming into sweet strawberry syrup before his eyes as they glide down his finger tips. The screams didn't scare him anymore, not after he burned the people who raised him, alive two years ago. Ever since then, killing became his life. His..... Hobby so to say. A hobby he enjoys very much.

However, through the eyes of the court system, they found his behavior with burning and stabbing innocent people to be quite threatening, rather than a scent of art. The mental asylum he went that year didn't help. All he had to do was act like a good little angel and they let him go. The same second the maniac man with fire, ginger hair stepped outside those four walls that he called his home for six months, his first welcome gift for himself was kidnapping a couple he saw walking by and burn their bodies in the woods; Trigger back that sense of giddiness for the rush of killing.

There's no specific targets, no actual reason as to why Jimin does what he does. He just craves that need to kill; to hear the screams as they fill his ears and beg him to stop. He loves the scent and feel of blood against his skin. What's even better is those sweet seconds before his victim is about to die, where they beg for death.

And Jimin being the last person they see before they reach it.

He has no heart, no soul in his body to connect him to a certain sanity, or conscious thats trying to convince him that this isn't right.

Jimin's hope of being sane is almost nonexistent.

Well, not completely.

As he sits in this police truck with another male, handcuffed to the floor and forced to be in this silence, Jimin began to believe this is his final chance to pursue sanity before he meets the death penalty for his crimes.

Not too long ago he was declared Criminally Insane in court, angering many loved ones by Jimin's victims. Now he's under obligation to attend the C.W.B.A: The Criminals Well Being Academy. It's not a form of mental asylum that Jimin is use to, and it's an option only given for young adults between the ages of 18-21 to attend when they're an arrest away from a death sentence while being labeled as Psychopath. Jimin doesn't know much about this place, only that it has been successful in turning people like 'Him' into a normal, everyday citizen.

As if that's even possible.

This will be easy, all Jimin has to do is be a good boy again and maybe they'll let him go early, this time possibly moving away so he can do his killings else where.

Easy.

So that's where he's going to right now; to meet his new home until the court determines what happens to him based on the results of the doctors, or so called 'Teachers'.

This should be exciting.

"H-Hey you," Jimin slowly looks up, meeting the crazed boy's panic eyes in front of him. He can't be older than twenty to say the least. His raven, wavy black hair up to his cheekbones is covered in sweat as he twitches in his seat, knees to his chest with the same chains on his wrists as it keeps him secured to the floor of the moving truck.

Jimin gotta say, the kid is pretty breathtaking; wide doe eyes, melanin skin, and cute perky lips. However based on the cold sweats and the bruises under his eyes, along with the shaking of his body could only mean he's going through the very first stages of withdrawals right now.

An addict, interesting.

"What?" Jimin asks deadpanned, not offering any source of sympathy or concern over the boy's state, no matter how beautiful he may be.

The kid licks his lips nervously and leans forward, a shakily smile twitching his lips, "D-Do you have a c-cig on you by a-any chance?"

Jimin stares at his face briefly, thinking about how pretty he would look under the licking flames as he burns under the fire. His screams will be so precious to hear.

"No.... Sorry kid," Jimin says, no feeling sorry at all as he looks away, fighting his own shaking hands from the need to strangle this body until he hears that beautiful sound of choking as the kid gasps for area.

As much as he wants to, he can't.

Not with these chains holding him steady.

The kid huffs and leans back to the wall, chuckling hysterically out of no where, "Y-You probably think I'm a psycho huh? L-Like all those assholes. Well guess what? I-I'm not a psycho! I just l-love to play! Like h-how my parents t-taught me."

Jimin blinks at him, watching as the kid unravels himself with hiccuping laughs with his own psychotic demon whispering against his ear, begging him to kill this boy.

"To play huh?" Jimin asks instead, leaning over to the boy, "Want to hear a secret?"

The boy's eyes suddenly widen his a sparkling gleam and he leans forward, "Oh I love secrets! Tell me."

A sinister smile mimics over Jimin's lips and his eyes darken, "I love to play too, but with fire. Have you ever heard the beautiful sound of skin being burned under those vibrant flames? Or the hurdling screams of the victims! Ah it's so tasty!"

Jungkook's wife smile drops upon hearing Jimin's psychotic thoughts and he pouts lowly to this, "I-I like keeping m-my dolls. I always play a puppet show with them, and they were so happy until t-they took them away from me!"

P-Puppet show?

Jimin's confused mind to the boy's words finally caught up to him. This innocent, addict looking boy is a killer after all huh? However he's more emotionally attached to his victims, keeping them as his dolls to not feel so lonely.

Now Jimin's mind enlightens in fascination to this; How did he kill his victims? Did their smell of decay became a welcoming scent for him?

This is something Jimin's psychotic mind wiped away from killing. This boy deserves to live and pursue his creations.

What a talented man indeed.

"Hey kid," Jimin calls, making the Bambi eyed boy look up at him from the floor, "What's your name?"

The shaking body cracks a wobbling smile, a certain giddiness of not feeling so alone filling his entire chaotic mind.

"Jeon J-Jungkook," The kid shutters, a head tilted to the side, "You?"

"Park Jimin," The ginger haired criminal says, his small smirk dropping to a smile as the kid smiles to this, eye twitching slightly.

Suddenly he clears his throat, "C-Can I call you my firecracker? Y-you know, s-since you burn p-people and your h-hair is ginger?"

Firecracker?

Huh, that's new.

Jimin has been called many things before; Psychopath, demon, even an abomination.

Firecracker is nice.

It.... Suits him.

So he smile widens, "As long as I can call you my ravenette."

And the boy's smile secured their little bond, as they finally arrive to their new home.

With no idea about what may happen behind those closed doors the second they step through.

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A/N:
First chapter of Yes, Mr. Kim! Yasssss!!! How are we doing!!! So this book is going to be officially out soon so be ready! Let this journey begin!!!

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