Lots Of Love

⚠️⚠️⚠️ warning! Blood, murder, gore

“Lᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ”

Jimin sighed as he felt blood spray onto his skin and coat his pink clothes red. His victims face was frozen in a look of pain. He loved the way blood looked on peoples pale lifeless skin. He knew he was psychotic but he didn’t care. He got mad over even the littlest things, if someone catcalled him in the street he’d take them to an empty, dark alley under the guise of sex but instead hacked their dicks off and slashed their necks. He always kept gasoline, knives, gloves, matches, and extra clothes in his pretty, fluffy, violet backpack so he would always be prepared to kill someone and not have to deal with the repercussions.

He pulled out the full bottle of gasoline and poured it over the dead and hardly recognizable body. He struck a match against the box and tossed it onto the petrol. Immediately the flames spread and covered the body. He smiled in happiness, true happiness, contrary to popular belief serial killers do actually feel happiness. He walked to another connecting alley and quicly changed his clothes. He threw the bloody red sweatshirt and skirt into the fire and happily skipped away.

As he walked away he saw an old lady walking down the street and asked her if she needed help. She thanked him as he grabbed her groceries and walked down the street with her to her little house. He made sure she entered the house safely as he wasn’t that immoral. Or was he? She hobbled inside and offered him some tea, he, of course, accepted and entered the cozy house. He sat down on her squishy sofa, just as she came and gave him a cup of tea. As he raised the cup to his lips he made sure to sniff it to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. Surprisingly it was actually poisoned. His lips curled at the almost scentless smell of rat poison in it. H e pretended to actually drink it which caused the old hags lips to raise into a slight smirk, but little did she know he had a trick up his sleeve

As he enthusiastically exclaimed about how delicious the tea was she offered him another cup and whilst she turned to get it he stuck his hand into his bag and grabbed his pink knife which was decorated with hello kitty stickers and adorable little stickers. He swiftly pulled out the knife and threw it at her jugular. He watched it pierce through her skin like butter and he smiled. He smiled like the fucking maniac he is. He grabbed a tissue off of the coffee table and wiped the shiny crimson liquid off of the knife. He popped it back into the bag and exchanged it with gasoline. He haphazardly poured it everywhere around the house. Once he was done with the gasoline he walked out while striking a match. The second he left, he threw the lit match into the house and watched it quickly engulf the whole bungalow in golden and amber flames.

He couldn’t help but feel serendipitous. It was a truly strange feeling and not the type you’d expect to get after killing an old hag who tried to kill you. Though I’d doubt that you’ve been through that. As he walked back to his own home in the suburbs he relished in the feeling. He quickly jogged back but in a way so that his pink skater skirt wouldn’t ride up. He loved skirts and cute things though it matched his personality don’t let that fool you because HE is the one destroying ass in bed. Behind all the cute clothes and adorable personality there was a whole ass daddy dom.

He groaned as he remembered he had work today at the convenience store so he dashed to the one near his house. As he entered he brushed his skirt and hair so he looks nice. He slipped into the back room and put on the grey vest which was the only piece if uniform he had to wear when he worked there. He loved this job because nobody gave him weird looks or anything because they were all passed out drunks. He worked for a few hours but then someone new entered the store. He was curious who it was because the whole shop was filled with a dark aura.

He looked around trying to find the person who did this so he could complain saying that he ruined the whole ambience and peace in the store but he felt his breath hitch when seeing a hot as fuck guy. He looked like his main type, super dominant on the outside but an adorable little babyboy on the inside. How he knew? He could see the print of a pacifier under the black mask. He smirked realizing what he knew could make this dark man’s (pls I’m not trying to be racist) reputation crumble. He watched the guy walk around and eventually come around to the cashier desk where he was. He bought spicy cheese ramyeon, a pretty boiled egg, kimbap, and a can of soda.

Pretty normal stuff so when he was scanning the barcode he said “hi how are you babyboy?”

Jimin could see the mans eyes flaring in anger. “Oh come on you act like I can’t see the pacifier under your face mask. The unknown man’s eyes widened in shock as he stuttered out a “h-how did you know?”

“Either your pacifier is too bulky or your mask is too small and because of that I can see the print of the paci. Anyway while we’re at it what is your name babyboy?” He asked while propping his chin on his hand.

“M-my name is yoonie mistew” yoonie said.

“Well yoonie you have a really pretty name, and you don’t have to call me mister just call me minnie” jimin said in a baby voice.

“Reawwy minnie!” The little exclaimed while his eyes lit up.

“Yup, really!” Jimin knew just how to make the babyboy happy because his own bestfriend was one and he himself was a caregiver.

They continued talking until ‘yoonie’ slipped out of little space which was after a few minutes and then, after paying he left. Jimin sighed as that was the most fun he had while on the job in months. The second yoonie left a fat beer bellied drunkard came in just to harass jimin. Jimin, obviously done with it, took him to an alley nearby while taking of his vest. The man followed blindly after him not realizing that jimin was pulling a knife out of his thigh garter. Jimin beckoned the man forward and the second he did. A knife was launched onto his throat. The man looked down in confusion as his eyes widened when he saw the knife and just straight out died. Jimin made sure to stab the dead man all over his body so that the police can’t recognize whis dead body it is. Jimin felt a pair of eyes on him and within seconds he threw a knife and aimed it to go just an inch away from the person staring at him. As he turned around he said “you know, did anyone teach you that staring is rude”.

Jimin was not expecting to see a smirking yoonie so he decided to add. “Oh hey babyboy” he said while smirking. As he wiped his bloody knife on a handkerchief that was in his pocket. He threw the dirtied handkerchief on the dead body and poured gasoline on it. As he did all of that he commanded yoonie to stand in the corner. Once he was done he lit up a match and threw it in from afar and walked away after grabbing the littles arm.

Yoonie was obviously not in little space the whole time and jimin knew that. If he was actually in little space it would have traumatized him and the poor boy would probably have nightmares for months. Jimin decided that conversation was necessary even though he just killed someone so he decided to praise the little as he said “so yoonie, you know that you are such a brave boy”

Yoonie could obviously feel himself slipping but he pushed his little side back and instead said “call me Yoongi its easier for you and me”

“Oh sure. It’s totally not because you don’t want to slip” Jimin drawled.

The both of them just walked back to the convenience store but just before going in jimin warned him about telling other people. Yoongi just nodded because he would never expose another killer especially if they could expose him too. Jimin entered the store once again and slipped his apron on. He immediately started fixing an instant ramyeon setup because some stupid teens mixed it all up. Soon enough the sky was slowly growing darker and day turned to dark. As he left he yelled a toodles to the people who were just starting their shifts. He skipped home happily glad that the day had ended and he could go to sleep on his fluffy bed like a normal person.

Once he reached his home which was painted pastel pink and blue like his clothes. He all but jumped through the door and hopped to his bedroom. He had sanrio bed sheets in which one half was hello kitty and the other half was my melody, and to top it all off there was blood splattered on it. The blood really helped emphasize the fact he was a murderer and he thought that was quite cute as it pleased his sadistic tendencies. Soon he fell into a calm sleep filled with dreams of murder unicorns.

And that is it for the first chapter and I hope you enjoyed