#park jimin serial killer

[redcherrykook]

──── ⊱ ☆ ⊰ Evidence of a criminal bond- part one

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enemies to lovers at the detectives office

Jeon Jungkook has been your annoying coworker at the detective´s office for what feels like ages. What happens when he gets assigned as your partner against crime for seouls´s ongoing case of the masked serial killer? Will a vulcano and a tornado manage to find peace in each others chaos, while trying to catch the person responsible for the horror unleashed upon the nation?

content warning: please keep in mind this au revolves around the job as a criminal detective, therefore dealing with darker topics, including sensitive topics such as SA, m^rder, assault, robbery, blackmail, sex work, trauma, therapy.

A large portion of this work is fiction, while some aspects also have valid foundations in actual crime cases as well as psychologically related crime studies and research

further content: slow burn, angst, misunderstandings, comfort, eventual smut, trying to work it out for each other, a lot of plot/work focus, side characters such as officer Kim Namjoon and criminal psychologist Park Jimin, good ending

no taglist! - sorry for misspellings and typos!!

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6:53 am

Static buzzing sounds around the entire office, a hasty jog through the chattered people and with a slam of your big leather bag to your slightly decorated desk, finally, you arrive at work.

the ordinary, bustling with people in cool blazers and coffes, couple cops and a large story board cluttered with red marker and pictures, at least that's what the countless shows make it out to be,

it wasn't like that in real life

While, surely, there are an array of different people having serious conversations, while there may the occasional cop visit, this whole, rushed overly analyzed office doesn't come close to your neat workspace.

Days mostly consist of reading through the piles upon piles of boring paperwork left by your superiors and attorneys, or investigating some string of robberies that are operated by biker gangs,

Some prostitution rings disguised as karaoke bars or massage parlors,

Nothing like a serial killer, no nothing even close has hit your very own, very organized desk in the span of your bloomed carreer

In fact, seoul hasn't seen an unpleasant visitor like that in 30 long years, three full decades

Wind rushes through the heated room as a window opens down the hall, most likely in an effort to flush out the stress that spans throughout the people- yesterdays events have left the investigation sleepless, having seen the on scene cops and crime scene investigators while passing through the door,

It was fairly easy to tell who it was,

a souless, empty glaze clouds their colorful irises- dark, deep circles making it clear that these people were there when it happened

"What the fuck did you do Hwang?"

your head shoots up, locking eyes with someone you did not wish to see right when starting your shift- with the entire department working on a serial killer case, irritated and occupied with following a majority baseless leads- the last thing you need is him.

"Thats quite the different tone from yesterday Jeon"

he scoffs, cocking his head while pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his darkwash jeans

"Yeah? Well i called you and-" he sighs, "Explicitly told you not to take the case didn't I?" you nod, irritated at his obvious anger that you knew you had absolutely no business in,

you didn't take the case, hell, you had just arrived at the office

"look, it's too early to blame your issues on me-"

"Blame?" the disbelief in his tone messes with your already risen cortisol, only deepening the wrinkles of your frown, probably prolonging the sprouting of grey hair on your scalp.

"Hwang? Jeon? You already received the order?"

The monotone voice of your superior, also known as chief, makes both of your heads turn to face him in all his pale, 6'2" middle aged glory, the suddeness creating a small Oasis of peace between the two of you, stopping your petty argument for a bit

You had now wished that this blatant, confusing misunderstanding will be easily dissolved,

"There must have been a mix up" he states, his face curling into the typical shit eating grin that is etched into his features, like clockwork, it always appeared whenever he thought he was in the right.

the bubble of hope bursts in a split second, stabbed in full force

"As partners?" you blurt out, eyes practically bulging from your skull, the absurd implication of being Jungkook's partner makes your chief sigh, nodding his head in something you can only label disappointment

"Yes. I deem both of you as highly qualified, young individuals. i'm sure i don't need to remind you how serious this is" the chief explains, the same monotone voice now sounding like a cruel joke, however the lack of sleep and evident annoyance plastered on his face doesn't allow room for further complications

As expected, it earns him a shake from Jungkook's head, looking down and taking a breath to prepare himself to complain,

You were faster,

"We will do it. Thank you chief"

your heartbeat hammers in your chest, almost making you feel sick,

It isn't solely that now, you're being responsible for this huge nation wide case,

As abstract and insignificant as it may sound, alongside that, you're facing the difficult task of working with detective Jeon

"I am relying on your ability to stay professional and not let your personal fuedes get in the way" chief gestures his fingers between the two of you, resting his droopy eyes half lidded on yours, haunted by the Terrors of the previous night as he strides off,

Looking over to you newly aquired partner, he looks back at you with a clenched jaw, meeting your tranquill gaze as he speaks,

"Unbelieveable"

11:23 pm

You find out that working with him is in fact, difficult.

15 long hours had passed since your mangled, conjoined mess of what can be roughly considered as partnership had started,

This would have been hundretfold less hair pulling without the countless complains and microagressions,

"Can you move? I can't read this"

you huff, pushing the rolling chair further to the side of your desk, creating even more of a chasm beetween your two bodies,

This reffering to the monster of a case file that had ben handed to you- consisting of every possible report, witness statement, newspaper, autopsy report, possible subject you name it,

it was there- written somwhere in the horribly unorganized pile of paperwork

It slumps down your heavy shoulders, weight down by the hope and responsibility over the country,

"I can't get a read on this bastard" he utters, shutting his eyes. The same frustration that courses through your veins also shows on him and the way he rubs his forhead with his large hands,

The issue is, surprisingly there is nothing in this everything,

"Me neither. The witness statements all contradict themselves and there isn't anything helpful in the other reports" he watches you erratically reorganize the papers for the hundreth time, humming in agreement,

While you had been sitting at this bitingly cold, empty office for the past 15 hours, analyzing every line- reading between them, speculating upon the relevancy of each syllable, on duty officers are being chased around the city like headless chicken, led by baseless tips that somehow- always end up in sheer nothingness.

Nonetheless, you had read every word, soaked up ever piece of Informationen like a greedy sponge without a filter,

Jungkook is on his third cup of coffee, stratically pacing his caffeine intake to maximise his ability to stay awake,

"The department that had this case before us were nutjobs" he says, making you let out a small laugh, a rare occasion which cuts through tension and inevitable irritation that corresponds with this unexpected partnership

A long sigh of desperation follows as you recall what you have managed to gather in the past 15 hours, recalling the possible profiling there is to make on your killer,

Witnesses all contradict each other apart from stating that the victims had been in contact with an ominous man previous to their deaths caused by the rivers ghost- that man presumably being him

"All we have is his patterns. Women, all dismembered and thrown in the river" you tell him, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest,

he nods, granting you a look,

"Very throughly dismembered it says in the autopsies, clean cuts at the right spots. That sick creep must be a surgeon or something" jungkook adds, swiping through his hair

"Yeah, or a butcher" you agree, retracting your mind to the details of the killings. There had been no traces of dna found any where on the crime scene, no hair, fingerprints even scraps of clothes- something rarely seen in murders no matter how premeditated- even if the perpetrator had worn gloves, leaving without a speck is practically impossible,

how does he do it?

Aditionally, by how meticulously dismembered the body parts were, it transmitts the notion that the killer must be experienced,

"Possibly cumpulsions? He's uncharactaristically clean" your question makes jungkook think for a second, contemplating, "i figured. But that usually implies a history of mental illness"

"Yeah, and that narrows it down if he's on file"

you pause, "We should look into that"

He hums before turning the bright screen of your pc torwards him, guiding the mouse along the pad,

"The only reliable witnisses we have are the on scene cops. Let me write a email for an interview" he whispers, prominently groaning as you pry the mouse away from his hands, rolling your eyes at him

"Let me write it, it's my pc" your voice falls into a lower grumble,

"Oh okay miss, didn't know i couldn't use your pc, partner" jungkooks lips turn into a mocking grin, you lamely tell him to shut up

he pushes himself away from the desk, sliding the rolling chair back as he releases himself from the suffocating shakles of a long shift,

"I'm leaving. Another hour of this and i'm going insane" as he puts on his thick black coat, the dim light above you flickers, without a further note, his presence leaving subsides, resulting to your solitude inside the four walls of the eceptionally empty, staticly buzzing office

Your fingers type away at the keyboard, the blue, bright light eliciting from the screen strains your exhausted eyes with all their might, in the email directed towards your loyal friends and helpers, you´re practically begging them for an interview the following day

As you finally press send, your face crashes down into your hands- fingers rubbing the crumbled remains of what once was your mascara into your skin, highlighting the lack of rest you so clearly suffer from

With the obnoxiously loud sound of heels clicking on the floor and the shutting of the floor hall doors, the department falls entirely empty,

gushes of frosting wind hit your skin upon your exit already inhaling the smoke from your freshly lit cigarette, you attempt to make the trainride home to pass in the blink of an eye by disassociating into thought, thoughts that expectedly, revolve around what you had spend the past hours of existance with,

It felt surreal, that he must be out here right when you are as well,

In the same city, inhaling the same polluted air

"This stupid woman"

Jungkook pulls into his usual spot down at the apartment block, the tall lights shining a oddly comforting, yellow glimmer on his street

His hands slam on the steering wheel, blowing out air from his puckered lips as his head falls back- final relief, while simultaneously, dreading to be back at work in a meer time of 7 hours

Reverting back to the thought of you, he curses underneath his slightly labored breath,

he doesn't hate you- at least that what he tells himself, in all rationality, his unfounded fascination with your patheticly annoying "i can do it all" attitude is precisely that, unfounded

The keys jingle between his rough fingers, revealing his dark apartment, before a very hungry- playful Doberman greets him with a jump and about a million licks to his hands,

"heeyy bam.. you hungry bro?" Bam barks and Jungkook giggles in return, throwing his coat onto the hanger while the dog strides happily torwards the empty food bowl

On the other side of town, a siren blares- red, blue lights reflect on your fogged up kitchen window as the vehicle speeds down the road,

both of you silently prayed that it wouldn't be his fault once again

[svtrightherekids]

Can you pretty please recommend some good bts mafia and werewolf stories 🥹 .

Hello! SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE <3

(p.s sorry I don't really read much werewolf au, so I haven't read any amazing ones so these will contain mostly mafia)

1. HELL IS EMPTY by @aquagustd

drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

2. CRIMINAL INFLUENCE by @dntaewithluv

thief/criminal!jimin x journalist!reader

Park Jimin is a famous thief currently behind bars and has been your most important source for the last few months, but there’s only so much he’s willing to share over the phone with a panel of glass separating the two of you. You know there’s something he’s keeping from you and that it could be the key to the biggest story of your career. You figure maybe a change of scenery could persuade him to open up to you fully, but Jimin’s price for information, it turns out, is higher than you could have ever anticipated.

3. FATAL ATTRACTION by @jungcock

reader x serial killer!jungkook (feat. taehyung)

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes to haunt you in more than one ways.

4. A KNIGHT IN THE LEATHER ARMOR by @utopiannamjoon

Taehyung x reader, Jeongguk x reader

Your life was changed when you accidentally bumped into a biker who then took you under his wing and through many adventures of his gang.

I still have more of them, but these ones are my personal favs! I will bring the other mafia fics on other prompts and if you want to, I can def tag you whenever I mention them! lemme know. Thanks for reading :0

dividers from @lady-ashfade! (they are so cute!)

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED] masterlist

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.

and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

[main story in "the thieves collection" series - can be read independently!!]

»»»

list of all chapters:

prologue | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue

— word count: 61.3k (note: currently under editing so word count will go up)

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, friends/rivals/exes to lovers f2l e2l ex2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

lana del rey - serial killer

jimin - like crazy

arctic monkeys - arabella

marina - primadonna

the last shadow puppets - pattern

zayn - dusk till dawn (ft. sia) + borderz

»»»

COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY MY LOVE FOR UNCHARTED 4, GANGSTER COMEDY FILMS AND MY FAVOURITE ANIME OTP.

PROTAGONISTS:

PARK JIMIN AS HIMSELF; CHEEKY MASTER THIEF / LADIES' MAN

KAT MCNAMARA AS ARABELLA VALENTINE; FEISTY THIEF & SPY / LOVER OF JEWELS

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC.

CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL: HERE

-Elenixx

[kookieswan]

I'm a bit late to the party, but if you're still up for RL requests, then I'd like to read a lil something about what would be the perfect day for each of our lil nightmares (or just a specific nightmare of your choice)? 👉👈

Oh wow… SO. Something short but fun! Thank you for this request, I really enjoyed it.

For Hoseok:

His life used to revolve around the whole nightlife scene before being captured. He absolutely thrived in it; he loves to go out to clubs. Drugs, drinking, sex, the whole shebang. The man was absolutely wild, he liked to get lost in himself and go on benders, although he had ‘normal’ days as well.

Now, he wants to just spend time with MC freely lmao. He wants to take her out, he wants to spend time with her at home, he just wants to be around her. He misses what he had before everything, yes, but he wants to see where his life will go with her. A perfect day would consist of waking up in bed with her and just spending a domestic day together.

For Yoongi:

OOOF man used to go on murder sprees for fun. He’s legit been labeled a serial killer multiple times but his patterns are so sporadic that no one’s ever been able to make a connection lmao.

Would he still do that…? Yes? But now that he has someone he cares for and wants to keep safe, he’ll probably kick it down a notch. He doesn’t want to put Jungkook at risk. A perfect day would be getting far away from here and paining the sunset with the blood of his foes as he sits in Jungkook’s lap.

For Namjoon:

Namjoon loved chaos before being captured but his is much more mischievous and way less bloodthirsty compared to Yoongi’s. He calmed quite a bit when he met Seokjin but that was YEARS before being captured.

Assuming he has all of his emotions in check and working: Jin. Give him Jin right now LMAO. He wants to be with his lover, that’s all. They like to cause mischief together (ahem, Joon likes to cause it and Seokjin allows it because he likes to see Joon happy.) a perfect day for him would be staring at home and cuddling but shhhh he’ll never say.

For Seokjin:

This mf has been around for a loooooooong time. He’s had years to do things. To experience things. He’s a simple man, with simple desires, and his wild days are mostly behind him. Did he somehow cause bubonic plague to spread like wildfire? No, absolutely not.

Similar to Namjoon, he just wants to be with him again. He misses holding onto his baby at night and loving their days hand in hand. A perfect day? He just wants to take his Joonie to a bakery and let him go wild while he eats a strawberry scone.

For Jimin:

This dude is pissed omggggg. He still quite new to the shit show, and so he has a lot to miss. His life was just ripped away, and his freedom shackled. He doesn’t have anyone to hold onto like the others do (COUGH).

He just wants to be able to walk free right now. A perfect day would consist of getting to go on a walk in a damn park 💀 he hasn’t been away from autonomy long enough to forget how nice it feels.

[onlyforpjm]

TRENDING NOW

PJM

The Weekend Massacre

WRITTEN BY jimlingss 

Words: 19.7k

Genres: 90% Angst, 10% Action?, Serial Killer!AU

Summary: Receiving an invitation to a party, Jimin finds himself in a room of serial killers and a game to see who can gain the most notoriety.

Warning: vomiting, toxic relationship, murder, gore, homeless abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, cults, mutilation etc. I don’t condone the actions of my characters.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: BOY OH BOY, when i tell you this was a story soooooooooo different from what i usually read but it is SO GOODD, i am so used to sappy couple happy ending stories and honestly this was a refreshing break from my usual readings 

A Kiss of Poison

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

Words: 29.2k

Genres: Angst, A Pinch of Fluff, But Still Mostly Angst

Summary: You are the princess of the kingdom, ready to marry the prince/your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. But when you visit the forest one last time, an unsightly witch curses you. Now you wait for your prince’s rescue—but someone else might just beat him to the punch instead.

Or alternatively….

In fairytales, the prince saves the princess from the evil witch. No one ever expects the princess and the witch to be the same person.

Warnings: gruesome and horrifying details, curses, lots of sad times, details of deformations, blood.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: wow, all i can say is wow because this is not your typical fairytail story and i love it, y/n being slightly evil? SIGN ME UP and if you couldnt tell i adore jimlingss writings

The Iron Ring

WRITTEN BY sailoryooons

pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader

summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.

words: 92,681

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: oh my lord, i literally stayed up to finish this. its such a satisfying slow burn, and jimin in this story ommmmmggggggg i wish i could brain wash myself and re read this over and over, also the plot??!?!?!? so creative sailoryoons is so talented

emerald fire

WRITTEN BY mygnolia

summary: flames in your raging fire don’t burn out as fast as you think they do, and you don’t expect your relationship with someone like park jimin to ignite as fast as it does.

pairing: park jimin x reader (fem)

genre: enemies/rivals to lovers, mostly fluff

au: top students, hogwarts/hp/wizarding community

words: 19k

warning: cursing! explicit language! misunderstandings, low insults they don’t really mean, minor injury to side character, family emergencies

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: my absolute favorite writing of all time. i absolutely knew nothing about the harry potter universse before reading this but NOW? baby im hooked, jimin is so sweet and so kind i wanna cryyyy. also i am most definitely a slytherin ;)

Lovely Demons (M)

WRITTEN BY kpopfanfictrash

pairing: Jimin / Reader (female)

genre:  Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU

words: 41,774

warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play.

Graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. There are action/fight scenes.

Summary:   As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: i lost sleep over this writing and IT WAS WORTH IT, this specific story revived my love for reading ffs and who doesn’t love an enemies to lovers??

JJK

A Piece of the Moonlight

WRITTEN BY jimlingss

 Words: 22.1k

Genre: Angst, tad of Fluff, Historical, Mulan!Au

Summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

Warnings for underlying misogynistic themes, blood, war and death.

❧onlyforpjm’s feedback: sigh all i can do is sigh,  heartbreaking, and the end

 :(((((((((( atleast we had some closure 10/10

[newkindofjikookficrec]

Locked Out of Heaven

Summary:

“So how did you find this place?”

“I don’t know. I just replied to an ad.”

The vampire just stared at him, waiting for Jimin to continue. So he did.

“I didn’t know it was a fucking vampire layer when I called. I was very upset when I decided to come here. But I was not that upset that I would try to off myself,” Jimin ranted animatedly. "I mean honestly, I was thinking what's the worst that could happen, maybe I would find a serial killer or kidnapper or something. I should have known my luck would literally drive me to the vampire layer."

OR

Park Jimin, Korea's sweetheart, stumbles upon an ad for a hidden cabin in the woods – a place so off the grid, it's practically in another dimension. His life takes an even more mysterious turn when he accidentally wakes up a hot vampire (at least, that's what Jimin thinks Jungkook is).

LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN

by feellikearainbow

[worstbehaviourmuses]

Meet Jae-Hoon

Name: Min Jae-Hoon

Age: 27

Date of birth: December 20th 1996

Occupation: Serial Killer

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Korean American

Face Claim: Park Jimin

Jae-hoon grew up in South Korea with two wealthy but busy parents, he was raised by his parents housekeeper and nanny. He learnt at a young age he could get away with anything, everything and one way to get his parent’s attention was violence. After escalating his tactics a young maid was killed and he was sent aboard in hopes to curb his behaviour but it only got worse until he landed himself in a facility for the criminally insane.

Despite Jae-joon’s sweet and somewhat innocent looking face underneath is a cunning and cruel killer. He uses his looks and charming personality to lure in his victims, keeping them guessing until the very end.

(Bio might change as I get a feel for the character)

(Threads not limited to being in a facility, can be at anytime, anywhere)

[raethye]

Show Me Your Claws by raethye

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 32.4K, complete

Tags: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Alternate Universe, Shapeshifters, Hybrids, Near Future, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Serial Killers, Original Character(s), Blood and Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Detectives, Sex Work, Speciesism, Lust at First Sight, Explicit Sexual Content, Imprinting, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Beast Mode Sex, Bondage, Explicit Consent, Safeword Use, Abuse of Authority

A killer is hunting the sex workers of New Seoul. Detective Kim Seokjin needs someone on the inside to help. Falling in love with that someone was never part of the plan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43412568

[redcherrykook]

──── ⊱ ☆ ⊰ Evidence of a criminal bond- prologue

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

enemies to lovers at the detectives office

Jeon Jungkook has been your annoying coworker at the detective´s office for what feels like ages. What happens when he gets assigned as your partner against crime for seouls´s ongoing case of the masked serial killer? Will a vulcano and a tornado manage to find peace in each others chaos, while trying to catch the person responsible for the horror unleashed upon the nation?

content warning: please keep in mind this au revolves around the job as a criminal detective, therefore dealing with darker topics, including sensitive topics such as SA, m^rder, assault, robbery, blackmail, sex work, trauma, therapy.

A large portion of this work is fiction, while some aspects also have valid foundations in actual crime cases as well as psychologically related crime studies and research

further content: slow burn, angst, misunderstandings, comfort, eventual smut, trying to work it out for each other, a lot of plot/work focus, side characters such as officer Kim Namjoon and criminal psychologist Park Jimin, good ending

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23:32, south korea national news channel

"Reporting live in seoul from the highway next to han river, another trash bag sized sack has been pulled out, containing several human remains, the third one these past two months. All of which are linked back to the now dubbed the “river´s ghost” serial killer. In this case, they suspect the remains consisting of three severed limbs and an ear, to be connected to the recent missing person´s case of 23 year old Jang Suyeon. Further updates regarding the autopsy report scheduled to arrive within the next 48 hours."

The city of seoul feels like a dystopian world in this very moment, even the time seems to have stopped. Apart from the ticking of the incredibly loud wall clock hung on your living room wall, only the penetrating sound of deafening silence can be heard. Far along the distance, faint whistles of sirens linger, although you are most likely imagining them, since the han river is 25 minutes away by car.

Peeping outside the window, the streets are entirely empty, unsurprisingly so. After the recent discoverings of a serial killer on the loose, the usually buzzing nightlife of south korea´s capital city has died down to a state of non existence. Once prior it had been filled with party goers and reckless teenagers who should be fast asleep, now leaving no trace of any living being to follow behind. Strange, considering that most abductions occur in daylight rather than during the late hours of the night.

The blinds fall shut when your attention turns back to the flashing television that serves as the sole bearer of light inside your apartment, the volume that you had set to mute after hearing the news now turning back up with a click to the remote control.

“.. the case is reportedly being handled by seoul´s department of nation wide crime” faintly the reported speaks into her microphone and just as expected, you weren´t the only one listening in,

your phone´s buzzing comes in quickly, cutting through your trance like state

“Hello? mister Jeon?” you ask, flashed by the bright screen of your phone starkly contrasting the barely illuminated room, the deep, masculine voice on the other end speaks seriously,

“I´m sure you´ve seen the news. This is my case, miss Hwang. I called to remove your chance for disappointment, but i will secure my place for this with the superior offi-”

“Asshole” you mutter after cutting the call short, he did not deserve any more of your time, especially not at this hour.

It´s only now that you notice the noises of trees bustling next to your second floor window, seemingly shaken by the wind that disturbs the awfully suspenseful atmosphere.

Enough speculating in front of the television, every relevant piece of information would greet you first thing in the office tomorrow, now that you´re department is responsible for handling the case of the river´s ghost.

[aphra7]

Butter at The Music Day, July 2021

This performance appears to be set in Albuquerque.

The cast is as follows, in no particular order.

Jungkook: (hot) park ranger

Namjoon: (hot) real estate agent

Seokjin: (hot) used car salesman

Jimin: (hot) sketchy strip mall personal injury lawyer

Yoongi: (hot) high school math teacher

Hoseok: (hot) trendy salon hairstylist

Taehyung: (hot) serial killer

I’m working my way up to a ranking of every Butter performance, but I’m not there yet. Until next time…

[faylesswriter]

Count to THREE Chapter Four!

Chapter Four of Count to THREE is posted on AO3, read it here —>

Count to Three Fanfic Summary

Someone was watching him.

He could feel the paralyzing coldness sweeping throughout his body, holding him hostage against the bed. He is trained for this, no, he used to be trained for this. Now he’s not but a damsel. His blanket, once soft and safe, was now a brick cage. His sheets the mortar, the mattress a collapsed building. He’s sinking, drowning safely on dry land, hearing the loud sounds of the ocean in his ears as his heartbeat grows louder than his shallow breath. He dare not open his eyes, the volunteered blindness was his only safety.

Don’t allow yourself to have a panic attack. Relax, no one is there, open your eyes, you are imagining things. Control your breathing.

Please, calm, down. ———- Dr. Park Jimin lives his life in threes. Three years to complete medical school, three years to complete his undergrad, three years serving in a special forces unit, and three years learning how to walk again. If only it took three years for all the wounds to heal. He can’t sit still for long, he’s an omega who craves action, even if that action lands him in a special task force within the NIS hunting down a crazed serial killer. Even if he becomes the hunted.

[weishenbwi]

My prompt to ChatGPT

Detective Kim Taehyung sat at his desk, going over the latest file on the serial killer case that had been plaguing the city. The killer had left behind a trail of victims, all young women, and each crime scene was more gruesome than the last. He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed, feeling the weight of the case on his shoulders.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up to see his partner, Detective Park Jimin, holding a folder.

"Hey, Taehyung. Got some new evidence on the case," Jimin said, handing him the folder.

Taehyung opened it and scanned through the pages, his eyes widening as he read the latest findings.

"This is it, Jimin. We finally have a lead," Taehyung said, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

The evidence had led them to Jeon Jungkook, a young man with a history of violent behavior and a string of tattoos and piercings. They had reason to believe he was their prime suspect.

Taehyung and Jimin set out to investigate Jungkook's movements and whereabouts. It didn't take long for them to catch him in the act, and a chase ensued through the busy city streets. After a tense standoff, they managed to apprehend Jungkook and bring him into custody.

As they interrogated Jungkook, Taehyung could sense something was off about him. The way he spoke about the murders was almost nonchalant, and he seemed to take pleasure in the pain he inflicted on his victims.

It was only later, when they delved deeper into Jungkook's past, that they realized the full extent of his twisted and violent nature. They discovered that he had a long history of abuse and trauma, which had led him down the path of becoming a serial killer.

Taehyung felt a sense of both relief and sadness as the case finally came to a close. They had caught the killer, but at what cost? He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to-

[yangholic]

Peephole | Five

word count: 1,515

warnings: lowkey sexual tension, swearing

a/n: enjoy this quick update! i may not be able to write for a few days because my finals are this week and i have a huge thesis due, so enjoy this early gift~

Life often imitated art, at least that’s what you believed as you perused the local gallery. Houses in the middle of oceans, staircases made of 88 ivory and ebony keys, disembodied heads, all painted in muted colors, highlighting the dismal world of Surrealism. You viewed the world similarly to the likes of Breton, Magritte, and Dalí: strange and beyond rational explanation. Perhaps that was the reason why you were with Jimin in the first place, how you overlooked his murderous side. In your mind, none of it was real, just bizarre fantasies and delusions.

Gazing around the small venue, you scanned the crowd for Jimin. He was sat on a bench, wistfully staring at a painting, unmoving, unblinking— and Gods, did he look beautiful. While you looked and felt fragmented, like a Surrealist Exquisite Corpse, Jimin appeared as if he could have delicately crafted from the hands of Pre-Raphaelites. Every ounce of him held poise, from the soles of his feet to his rosy, cherubic cheeks. Seemingly captivated by his ethereal beauty, you joined him on the bench, studying the painting that enthralled him. An optical illusion of a skull, its bony structure comprised of various weapons. Knives, guns, hammers, brass knuckles, instruments of violence, torturing devices. Any other sane person would look at the painting, mumble ‘aha!’ as they contemplated the meaning before moving on, but Jimin was utterly transfixed, borderline obsessed with the painting.

You kept your voice low, barely above a whisper, “Jimin?” Although his gaze was still fixed beyond him, towards the painting, he replied with a noncommittal hum. His response, or lack thereof, bothered you, so you pressed him again. “Jimin?”

“Hmm? What is it, jagiya?”

“Why?”

Apparently, your gentle nagging was enough to recapture his attention, his mahogany eyes now focusing on you. Ringed fingers curled around your cheeks, affectionately cradling your face in his hands. “Why do I call you jagiya? Because you’re my girlfriend and I really li–”  

“That’s not what I mean. Why do you do it,” you mumbled, eyes downcast. “How can you do it?” It pained you to ask about his heinous side, especially knowing just how quickly Lee Jimin could end your life. But in all honesty, after witnessing his remorseless brutality without the protective barrier of your peephole, you craved to dig deeper into is psyche. After a scarce few seconds, as if he were testing himself and his patience, Jimin relinquished his hold on your face, his hands dropping to his lap. “You know,” he said, focus returning to the macabre skull, “I think I should be the one asking you, Y/N. Why are you alive?” You blinked, caught off guard by his rebuttal, hoping you had just misunderstood. “Wh-What?”

“It’s difficult to answer the question ‘Why do you kill?’ just as it is to answer the question, ‘Why are you alive?’ It’s simple: to live is to kill.” Flabbergasted by Jimin’s response, you found yourself speechless. His attitude had not changed, he was still the lively, warm Jimin, whose voice was full of mirth. But the words which he spoke were detached from his persona— full of indifference. “Human nature is inherently violent,” Jimin began, hands laced together in his lap idly, “But whether we act upon that or not is up to us. Like a praying mantis who decapitates her mate after sex, I target those who I see as weak— vulnerable. And I just do it, like it’s a natural instinct. There’s no reason why I have these impulses, other than I just do. But unlike those weaklings who might kill in self-defense or for self-preservation, I don’t feel any remorse.” Jimin pauses, drawing in a shaky breath as a small tent forms in his slacks. “Only complete serendipity. Like as if I were on cloud nine.” Unclasping his left hand, he carded through his hair to relieve the itching, murderous, delicious tension that riled him up. “Plus,” Jimin paused, “My rule is that I only kill those that deserve it. Criminals, rapists, scum of the Earth.”

“So that woman from earlier–”

“She was embezzling money from Hoseok, the studio owner, and I just happened to catch her red-handed,” Jimin explained, laughing at his own morbid joke. Instantly, you perked up, now more intrigued. “So you’re basically a vigilante then?”

With a scoff, Jimin shook his head, “You’re too naïve, Y/N. I’m not a good person, not in the slightest.” Cocking an eyebrow, you waited for clarification, while Jimin returned his focus to the painting on the wall. “I kill lowlifes because it makes it less suspicious. If I were to take an innocent woman off the street and mutilate her beyond identification, all of Seoul would be on the lookout for a serial killer. But if I end the life of a convict who had previously assaulted three women, no one would bat a fucking eye.”

Without warning, Jimin abruptly stood and stretched, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from under his dress shirt. “Let’s go check out the next exhibit,” he said, offering you a hand while changing conversational topics expertly. You silently accepted both alternatives, mindlessly trailing behind the blonde as he led you to a less populated section of the quaint museum, one that mainly focused on sculptures and pottery. It baffled you— how could someone as considerate and wholesome as Lee Jimin find satisfaction in plunging a blade into another human being? You struggled to wrap your head around his philosophical justification behind his murderous tendencies. Jimin made killing seem simple, easy, understandable, which made him all the more frightening.

“Jimin, I just,” you faltered, unsure of how to proceed, “I don’t really get why it is that you kill, but you should really stop.” The dancer’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation, visibly annoyed by your declaration. “I just… Don’t want you to get caught by the police.” Jimin immediately called your bluff, a coy smile twitching at the corner of his lips. With a breathy laugh, Jimin strode past you and towards a sculpture, it’s weathered marble now a dull, aged yellow. Back turned to you, he spoke without a care for confidentiality, “What is better: a virgin who kills, or a bastard that doesn’t?” Your eyes widened in shock, the small room suddenly feeling like a sweltering desert as heat traveled to your face. Swallowing thickly, you attempted to ward off the blush that tinted your cheeks, “I-I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

The blonde turned around, umber eyes sparkling with raw, unbridled lust. “I’m a virgin, you know,” he giggled while winking flirtatiously, only flustering you further. “I was always waiting for the right person, the one who would accept me. All of me.”

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Being in a relationship with Lee Jimin taught you a lot of things. For one, he mainly preferred sour foods and had a distaste for mangoes. You also learned that he wore contacts due to poor eyesight, but only donned his thick-framed glasses for night-time reading. Most importantly, Jimin never verbalized when he was bringing home the next kill— he simply sent you a text message with a time. Those texts were his own way of asking you to accept him.

Accept him as a boyfriend.

A lover.

A murderer.

When you watched Jimin from your side of the peephole, it was as if you were watching a movie starring the blonde bombshell next door. You paid little mind to the blood and gore, each occurrence leaving you more desensitized than the next. And after each session, Jimin would come over and make you dinner, chatting idly about your day or his latest choreography. Every night after he would retire to his neighboring room, you would lie awake and curse your initial impulse to look through the peephole. You were a pervert, and this was your punishment.

Fatigued, as usual, you began your morning routine, or lack thereof. While the daytime consisted of you browsing the internet and participating in paid surveys as a form of income, it was sporadic at best. Most of the time, you would stare at the ceiling in a stupor, waiting for the inevitable arrival of Lee Jimin. Today, though, deviated from its usual lackadaisical schedule. The ringing of your doorbell drew your attention away from your cellphone’s screen, the arrival of an uninvited guest urging you to rise from your sheets. Sliding into house slippers, you trudged across the room and into the threshold, unlocking the deadbolt, but not the security chain. Peeking through the sliver of open door, you were surprised to see a well-dressed man sporting a brown blazer and charcoal turtleneck, his black hair coiffed into a lazy pompadour.  He was scribbling something into a small notebook, the pen furiously scratching against the tiny sheet of paper. Noticing your presence, the man flashed a dimpled smile and introduced himself before procuring a badge that was concealed behind his lapel.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N. My name is Detective Kim Namjoon, from the Seoul metropolitan police. May I ask you a few questions concerning your next-door neighbor Lee Jimin?”

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[missdreamshade]

Predator and Prey

Pairing: Psychopath!Jimin x Reader

Genre: yandere au + serial killer au

Summary: You and your friends decide to go on a camping trip that quickly takes a twisted and deadly turn.

Warnings: Yandere content, mentions of blood, murder, kidnapping, graphic violence, strong language, overall dark themes, please read at your own risk

“Stop being so loud, Chan. You might attract a bear,” you friend, Gia, scolded, smacking the boy next to her with a stick.

“Ow! Geez, okay,” he muttered, standing up from his spot around the fire, “I’m going to go take a leak anyway.”

“Classy,” you piped up, watching happily as your marshmallow slowly turned golden brown over the open flames.

Chan rolled his eyes, turning around and walked away, disappearing amongst the surrounding bushes.

“Gosh, he’s so annoying.”

A small giggle escaped past your lips as you pulled your marshmallow off the stick, “At least he’s entertaining.”

A scoff erupted from her chest while she grabbed herself out some chocolate.

“Who cares,” your other friend, Hyunjin, spoke up, “Just ignore him if he bothers the spoiled princess oh-so much.”

A piece of chocolate went flying across the campfire, ricocheting itself off Hyunjin’s forehead. Almost immediately, the two began bickering back and forth, throwing insults and snide comments each other’s way. Many minutes passed while you sat back silently observing, until a pit of worry started to grow in your stomach. You almost forgot, but nearly ten minutes had passed and Chan still wasn’t back yet.

“Guys,” you hesitantly interrupted, “Do you think we should go find Chan? He’s been gone a long time.”

The two glanced your way, confusion written on their features.

“He’s fine. He’s probably just goofing around,” Hyunjin replied.

“Or he’s lost,” Gia offered, her voice hopeful.

Hyunjin sent her a glare before the sound of a twig snapping caught everyone’s attention. A figure was slowly emerging from the bushes.

“Hey, man,” Hyunjin called out, “Good thing you’re back. Y/n was starting to get worried.”

When the figure finally came into view, Gia let out a horrified gasp. The man wasn’t Chan. In fact, you had no idea who he was. He stood in silence, waiting for someone else to make a move.

Although, it was hard to notice, his hands were fully covered in blood.

“Hey, who the fuck are you? And where’s our friend?”

Hyunjin began hollering out at the intruder, standing up from his seat and taking a couple steps in his direction. The man still didn’t speak. He only cocked his head to the side, his eyes scanning your friends. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to you. A small smirk tugged on his lips. His tongue darted out, running along his bottom lip while staring intently into your eyes.

You felt weak under his stare, almost vulnerable. Whoever this man was, he radiated danger. Your eyes trailed down his body, causing a slight gasp to leave your lips the second you noticed the crimson metallic blade clutched tightly in the stranger’s grip.

“Hey,” Hyunjin shouted again, “Are you listening to me, you fucking creep?”

“S-Stop it, Hyunjin,” you stuttered out, but it was too late.

The man had already lunged himself at your friend, tackling him down to the ground. The knife was then raised over the stranger’s head and plunged deep down into Hyunjin’s chest.

A solid grip formed around your hand as Gia pulled you off the wood log. While dragging you behind her, she dashed off into the woods which circled your campsite. Panic, terror, nausea, and guilt. All those emotions swirled themselves inside your chest.

You struggled to keep up with Gia’s fast pace, especially while dodging various branches, bushes, and trees.

“Gia, stop. Stop!” you yelled out.

She reluctantly listened, stopping all her movements, and whipped around to face you.

“What? What the hell is it?”

“Wh-What about Hyunjin? We can’t just leave him—”

You felt stupid saying for it, but the idea of abandoning your friend, who may still be alive, made you feel worse.

“What about Hyunjin? Y/n, are you serious? He’s dead! Dead! And if we don’t start running, fast, we are going to end up dead too! ..”

Her hollering abruptly stopped as she jolted, her body becoming tense. You watched in fearful concern and she began wavering from side to side, then suddenly dropped face down onto the ground. The black handle of a blade sticking out proudly from her back.

“Last one standing, I see.”

Your head snapped up at the voice. Only a few feet away stood the deranged murderer. Tears began streaming uncontrollably down your cheeks. You gradually backed away, desperately trying to put some distance between you and the psychopath. He walked forward in your direction, only to stop and crouch down next to Gia’s figure.

“P-Please,” you sobbed out, watching as he pulled the knife out from your best friend’s back.

The animalistic man in front of you ignored your sad attempt for mercy, continuing to stalk up to you at an agonizingly slow pace.

Just like a predator when it finally cornered it’s prey ..

The harsh sounds of leaves crunching under his feet filled your ears. Your eyes shifted away from the weapon to actually look over his figure. Scratches, bruises, and cuts littered the visible parts of his skin. The boys must’ve fought hard to get away.

The dark denim of his jeans were torn and caked in mud. Your eyes moved to his white shirt. A crimson red colour splattered itself all around, almost like it was trying to create a sick and twisted design.

The fabric will forever be stained with the blood of your friends.

With every forward step he took, you took two backwards, that is until your back ran into the rough bark of a tree. Using it to his advantage, the man quickly closed the gap between you, stopping only when he was a mere inch away.

The man’s free hand reached out, pushing away rouge strands of hair that fell into your face. You couldn’t help but to flinch at his actions, tears still continuing to pool in the corner of your eyes. Your whole body quaked in fear.

“So innocent,” he murmured, talking more to himself than you.

You could feel the tip of his bloodstained knife make contact with your skin causing you to whimper. A sick smile tugged on his lips at the pathetic sound. He slowly dragged the blade up your thigh, only to stop when he hit the hem of your shorts. The tears threatening to fall finally gave up their bluff and fell down your cheeks.

“So delicate,” he muttered once again.

He pulled the knife away from your thigh, only to press it down against your lower abdomen, keeping you in place.

“Please,” your voice sounded weak, barely even above a whisper, “Don’t k-kill me.”

A dark chuckle escape past his lips as his free hand moved from your hair to your face, tracing his thumb across your lips.

“Kill you? Oh, baby, I’m not going to kill you.”

He leaned down, digging the knife further into your stomach, but made sure not to draw any blood. Or at least not yet. His lips made their way to your ear, lightly grazing over the soft flesh before whispering,

“I’m going to make you my new toy, beautiful. Isn’t that exciting?”

His free hand found its way to your throat, grasping onto it with a painfully tight grip. Your lungs almost immediately began burning for air. Everything in your sight became blurry, then a swarm of black dots began to consume your vision. The sickeningly sweet voice of the man in front of you echoed through your ears, sounding far off in the distance.

“You’re all mine now, babygirl .. I can’t wait to finally have some fun.”

Then your body gave out, collapsing you into the arms of a psychopath.

• • •

// Alright, I didn’t want to make myself or anyone wait for the completion of the fic, so I hammered it out! 🍄 \\

[your-fantasy-alive]

Divide-Pt1

(Blonde haired Jin for this story. Ignore the Mic please.)

“Hey, cuckoo, get up, its lunch time”

“My name is Jin” I say, sitting up, walking to my cell door and sticking my hands through the slots, allowing him to put cuffs on my wrist.

“Right cuckoo, let’s go.” He then says as he opens the squeaky jail cell door pulling me by my arms, slowly guiding me down the stairs till we finally reach the landing with the other inmates. Apparently, I can’t be around anyone else because they think I’d kill them or something.

If I wanted to kill them, I would’ve by now

“You know, birds are very beautiful. The cuckoo bird especially with their very unique sound.”

“YOU PSYCHO MOTHERFUCKER”

“YOU DESERVED TO DIE NOT GO TO JAIL’

“WHEN THEY LET ME OUT OF THIS CELL, YOU’RE DYING”

“Wow, they are all kind of loud don’t you think?” I say, as I look along the rows of inmates. 

I’m searching for a specific person, the one who threatened me. Once we make eye contact, I smirk.

“Don’t you smirk at me you crazy motherfucker. Just wait till I get out.” He said, trying to reach out and grab me. I stop right in front of his cell, causing the guard to stop with me.

“Hey cuckoo, we gotta go. No stopping.” He says, trying to pull me along. I elbow him in the stomach, making him crouch and hold his stomach, letting my arms go. I then slowly walk right up to the cell with my new friend in it.

“What’s your name friend?” I asked, gazing at his face, seeing the scar in his left eyebrow, the mole under his bottom lip, the horrible haircut.

“You don’t need to know my name, all you need to know is my face. “

“Why is that?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, gazing into his dirty brown eyes.

“Because this is the last face you’re going to see before you die” he says, sneering at me.

I could feel the blood boiling under my skin by the threat thrown at me. How dare this piece of shit threaten me? I then walk all the way till I’m nose to nose with him, my hands holding the bars in a  grip, wishing it was his throat.

“What way is that to talk to someone. I’d really hate to see something happen to you in here.” I say, lowly. I gaze back to see my guard starting to stand back on his feet and make his way towards me.

“You’re dying in here” he says back, and spits in my face.

I raise my hands and wipe the spit from my face, feeling such anger that I haven’t felt since I last killed someone. I could feel it swallowing me whole, but I can’t let it, I have plans for him.

“I just might die in here but not before you do.” I say, and I feel the guard drag me back. I then start laughing. “By the way, my name is Jin. Remember that name. It’s the last name you’ll plead to. Mark my words, I have a lot more fun when I have someone who thinks they can win. Lets play” I say, laughing at the fear I see leaking into those nasty eyes. Oh how I wish they were gazing blindingly, no warmth at all.

“This is the last warning for you cuckoo, you do anything else and you’re going in the hole.” My guard says as he grabs my arm with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, dragging me away from new friend.

“You have one more time to call me cuckoo and I’ll stick that bat so far up your ass that’s all you’ll be screaming. One more time” I leer at him making him grip my neck harder and push me through the doorways, towards the cafeteria. Once inside, he grabs my hands and unlocks the handcuffs.

“Don’t do anything stupid Cuc- Jin” he corrects himself at the end. He then walks away and stand on the furthest wall with the other guards that are on lunch duty.

I rub my wrist as I make my way into the line. I grab the ugly orange tray and a plastic fork. I then go and stand behind a guy who looks to be about a head shorter than me. He has the greasiest black hair that I’ve ever seen. Slowly the line starts to move and I can make out what there is for lunch. It’s… mystery meat... and broccoli, with a orange and some water.

“Great cuisine we have here” I say out loud, staring at the bubbling…meat?

As I slowly make my way through this line, I hear people whispering about me from all ends of the room. Its crazy how you could kill a couple people and then all of a sudden become a house hold name.

Is this considered a household?

I then feel someone tap my shoulder to bring me back from zoning out. It was greasy haired dude.

“She asked if you wanted an extra orange.” He says, pointing to the older lunch woman.

“Oh, actually yes please, do you have salt as well?” I ask her, trying to complete my dining tray.

“Salt? You actually think that a jail is gonna have salt for you all? Who the hell do you think you are? No wonder your crazy ass is in here.” Said the lady, then she walks away from her post to the back of the kitchen.

“You could’ve just said no” I say, pouting by how rude she was to me.

“You of all people are pouting in jail? Never thought I’d see the day.” Says, greasy hair boy.

“What’s wrong with pouting, it’s a normal thing to do, am I wrong?” I asked, as our line starts to move

“Not from a serial killer it isn’t’”

“I’m still a person,” I exclaim, gripping my tray

“A person who kills people….. for fun. Yay for humanity.” He says, slowly walking away from me, to find a seat in the overly crowded jail.

I then get out of line, and look for myself a seat, somewhere far away from all these annoying people.

I find a seat in the very back, by the locked window and stair case that leads back to our cells. I slowly start to eat and gaze out the window, wondering where all my time has gone.

“It seems to me that we have another crazy person on our hands. Hey cuckoo, what’s ya name?” some nasty burly guy as, as he makes his way to my table, pulling me out of my reverie.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“I asked for you name cuckoo. Do you not understand English now?” he asked loudly, catching the attention of in mates that were the closest to us.

“Well if you must know, my name is Jin. I’m surprised that you don’t know it.”  I say, blinking up at him.

“Do you think you’re famous now cuckoo?” he asked, making my eye twitch.

“You know, I really hate that word uh….. What is your name again, I didn’t catch that.” I say, sizing him up finally.

I wonder how much it’ll take to kill him with a lunch tray, he looks small maybe if I..

“You didn’t catch it because I never said it cuckoo.” He said, making me realize that he was actually holding a conversation with me.

“ I told you that I don’t like that name yet you still call me that. “

“Maybe its because I don’t care about you or what you say. I just wanna know the little twink that I’ll be fucking tonight”

“Ill cut off your dick and shove it up your ass if you think that’s happening” I say, my voice becoming low and hard.

“Oh really?” he says, slowly inching up to me and my table where I was enjoying my beautiful view.

“I don’t think you want that now do you? Id rather not make you just like every other victim I’ve had. I’m trying to be a good boy from now on but don’t test me. I’ll make you swallow your shit, figuratively and literally. Don’t”

I then see greasy hair dude walk up and place his hand on shittymouth’s shoulder.

“Hey, there is no need to be trying to dominate people around here right, I’m sure one of your hoes will gladly take you right?” He says, distracting shitty mouth.

While he is distracted I slowly break my plastic spoon and rub it against the table, until I get a nice sharp point.

“I don’t want my hoes, I want him. Ill get him either way.” He says, turning back around to face me.  

“ I don’t think you want that” Greasy says, trying to pull him away.

“I want him, and Ill have him, Isn’t that right cuckoo”

Once I heard that word once more I saw red. My arm swung out and cut his wrist and then I stabbed the fork straight down into his left had and grabbed him by his collar, getting us nose to nose. Before he could scream, greasy covers his mouth with his hands, making it seem like he had his arm around his shoulder while we talk.

“I can kill you in a thousand different ways and I can make sure you’re alive until I want you dead. I have time to waste and I can add you on the long list of people who I’ve taken off the earth with no regrets. I could make you MY bitch if we want to get technical. So, I repeat, don’t. Are we clear, nod if you understand me” I say, as I slowly grind the spoon in his hand.  

He nods his head quickly while tears run down his face

“What type of rapist cries from pain? Don’t you realize that you cause this to your victims? Or can you not take what you dish out? I hate those type of criminals.” I say, yanking my spoon out of his hand.

He then grabs his hand and stumble away to his little posse in the back while greasy sits across from me at my table. I slowly take my seat, thinking that he was gonna send someone to retaliate but didn’t

“Bitch”

“Hey, Jin, I’m not sure you’re being a ‘good boy’ by fucking his hand up. He probably wont ever be able to jack off now” Greasy says, trying to lighten up my mood,

“Hey, seriously though, calm down. The guards are eyeing us right now.”

“I know, that doesn’t make me feel any different. I want to kill them too” I say, as I finally gaze at him in his eyes.

“See, maybe we need to teach you how to push those feelings aside, it’s not healthy.”

“Are you trying to joke about my urges? I could easily kill you too….whats your name?”

“Jimin.”

“well Jimin, my time out is up. I’ll see you the next time I’m out for lunch or something” I say, as I see my guard heading my way.

“Does this make us friends?” He asked, with glassy eyes.

“ No, It makes you a potential victim.” I say, smirking down at him, hoping he caught my joke.

“Oh, look who makes jokes now…..that was a joke right?” he says, getting nervous.

I stand up as my guard grabs my arms and cuff me.

“You tell me” I says as I get pulled away.

“Im hoping that was a joke. Im too young to die.”

“That’s what they all say”I mutter as I make my way back towards my cell. I pass the same group of people as I did on my way but this time, they’re all silent as I make my way to the top floor , my cell. The only cell on the floor.

I go in and turn, letting him take the cuffs off of my wrists.

“Lights out” he says, then turns to go back to the normal floors.

I make my way over to my cot and lay down. It’s just now dawning on me that I’m spending the rest of my life in here. Its crazy how you could kill a few people and people think you’re so horrible. I killed the rapists, the pedophiles, the worst people on the Earth for the good of the Earth. How come the government does the same things that I do but I get in trouble for it. They say that they are doing the right thing, but so am I. I have saved people from molestation and abuse yet I’m the bad one. I help people’s lives.

I stare up at the ceiling and slowly start to recite my favorite quote.

“I am the punishment of god…if you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”

I look at the four walls as I slowly fall asleep in my cell that night.

 “This is only the beginning”

I didn’t realize how right i was.