Is Owner Continuing ?

Is owner continuing ?

Yes owner is continuing! I am working on the chapter currently, but my computer is broken and I have two jobs, so hopefully sometime this week something will come out.

Crimson Grail - Part II

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

Heyo, another chapter from me. 

Please enjoy!

The hot sun burned your skin as you pushed the mop over the deck.

You had been at sea for around about a month, and you had been working hard for your keep. The waves rocked the ship and you were always lulled to sleep by that same rocking, every night.

Sometimes it felt like a mistake to leave the city of Albion… But what choice did you have? Growing old, working as a barmaid the rest of your life? Possibly having to sell your body just to stay alive?

No. That wasn’t what your life was going to be. Your life was going to mean something. It was going to be full of purpose and adventure.

You weren’t going to be a simpleton, slaving away in a tavern for the rest of your life, hoping that one day you die a peaceful death.

If you were going to die, let it be with a sword through your heart on the great wide sea. She’d take you in her depths as you sunk to the bottom, willing to sleep for the rest of eternity with the waves.

But, for right now, mopping seemed to be the only thing that you had to worry about. It wasn’t nearly as exciting that you were planning for it to be. But it was better than that stinking tavern.

Suddenly, your bucket tipped over as a few men chuckled at the sight.

“Sorry.”

Came as the response to the mess you were now left with.

“Astor! How can you mop with your bucket overturned like that! Get more water and get back to work! I don’t want to see you lollygagging!”

The sound of Jin’s voice brought you out of your stupor. You rushed to get more water, and noticed there was none where you had left it.

You turned to see another one of your crew mates sitting on your other buckets

“Sorry, Lad, must’ve spilled.” He said with a grimy smile.

This kind of behavior had been going on for a while now. It was true when Jin said that he had all the crew he needed when he accepted you onto the ship. That meant that food was a bit smaller for everyone. And since you were the last on the be brought aboard, that means you were the last one recruited.

And that means you’re the subject to all the abuse they can produce.

However, not all your crew mates were dogs. There were a few who were kind enough, let you sleep in a few times and do your morning chores for you. They knew you weren’t used to the sea, but, they also weren’t going to protect you when it came down to their own skin.

It was a fair enough trade, though, you could only blame yourself if you got hauled off this ship. You sighed and left the mop where it was. The walk back to deck was rather short, knowing you were about to get blighted.

As you approached the helm, a thought popped into your head.

Why was Captain Min not manning the helm? Isn’t that the Captain’s job?

“What’s got your mind all fuddled lad?” A crew member, you’d learned to be Greaves, asked.

“I was just thinking; why don’t we ever see our Captain at the helm? Isn’t that where he should be?” You asked.

Greaves chuckled slightly and smacked his hand on your back. You winced in pain, but hid it well.

“You see my boy; we have never seen Captain Min since the day we set sail from Albion. However, I have been about the Grail longer than most, and I have seen Captain Min. And let me tell you something boy, if he comes out of his cabin, it’s not for a good reason. So, the less you see of our dear Captain, the better off you’ll be. Why don’t you go help with the main sails, I need to see our first mate. Off you pop, go.”

You did as you were told and went to help with the main sails, securing the ropes and helping with adjustments as others saw fit.

Your mind wandered to the mysterious Captain Min and why he was hiding from his own crew… But, the wind changed direction, and it was back to work from there.

It was almost two months into our journey, and it was time to make port again.

The ship pulled into port at Yocleptes just after sundown. The men all got off the ship in a horde, ready to take the night as their own. You, however, didn’t seem as keen on the idea.

You’d been in enough taverns for your lifetime.

So, as you watched your fellow crewmates scamper off into the night in search of debauchery and enough booze to fill their stomachs, you headed for the shore.

The warmth of the sand on your feet was pleasant and you felt as ease when you slipped your aching muscles into the water. You thought of all that you’d done since you left Albion, and how proud you were of yourself for doing it.

You were on your own, but you had done it. You’d survived.

The longer you were on the ship, the more your instinct came back to you. You remembered all of the times on the ship with your father when you were younger, and how he used to tell you stories of pirates and merchants warring over the seas.

But, no one can tame the seas, he’d tell you.

All you can do is pray that the Goddess doesn’t want you that day.

The moon was starting to rise, and you watched as it bathed the beach you were on in a glow of white. It was beautiful, really. The sight of the moon high above and the stars all bright and twinkling alongside it. It made you think of your mother and how her eyes used to twinkle very similarly to that.

A flash of pain rung through your heart as you remembered your mother and father. How much they had cared for you and how much losing them hurt you.

The darkness of the man who had taken them from you was something that you had never seen in your entire life. His eyes were empty, simply pewter grey in color as he stabbed your father right through the heart. Your mother, cowering in the corner as she tried to her very last breath to protect you, her only child.

However, when the man rose his sword, to claim your life as well. He stopped… And then he smiled.

“I will give you a pain worse than death… I will leave you to grow up without a family, just like we all have. You will grow up, not knowing love.”

With that, he left, and you’d never seen him again.

You rarely thought about your mother and father anymore. You didn’t see the point in bringing up those painful memories when there were much better things on the horizon… But sometimes, you need to feel pain to remember why you’re there in the first place.

Why are you out on a voyage with pirates? Plunderers and marauders and thieves?

Because no noble man will look twice at you, and no one has any sympathy for an orphan.

So, you join those who share in your pain. Those who have nothing and no one left. They drown themselves in booze and woman in hopes of numbing their agony, even if it is for the shortest of whiles.

They understand you.

Greaves had told you how his mother died giving birth to him, and his father left him at a port when he was eleven. He didn’t know anything but the sea, and the sea was his home at this point.

Another man on the crew, they call him Buckett was reminiscing about his wife and child who had both fallen to sickness a few years back. He was a respectable man who had been driven mad by grief. He was lured to the sea with a promise to bring them back, and he still believes that one day, someone can give him his family back…

These people that others have thrown away and left to rot, and the people you belong to. They know your pain and they know your sorrow. Possibly better than you know it yourself. They do not ask questions they don’t already know the answer to. They don’t waste your time by giving you sympathy you do not want.

You respect these men who have thrown their lives to the wind and let themselves be free. Only to be judged in God’s eyes in the end.

Was there any other way to live?

Was being brought up in a rich house surrounded by people who are paid to take care of you something that you should envy?

Are those people living?  Or are they merely existing?

The material items they have, they cannot take with them to the next world, so why do people cling to them so?

There is nothing left after you're gone. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

Pirates.

Who would’ve thought you’d thrown your lot in with them.

It is a dangerous game to be playing. The game of luck and fortune and of the law.

You’d certainly be sent to the gallows if you were caught with Captain Min aboard the Crimson Grail…

But, at least you’d die knowing that you were understood by people who were the same as you. At least you got out of the tavern and went to see the world that many never lay eyes upon. You’d done it. You’d gone out and made something of yourself like that.

Suddenly, the wind changed and started blowing a bit harsher. You noticed that there was someone at the helm of the Grail, looking not out to the city, but towards you.

They were looking directly at you, it felt like.

You wondered who would be on the ship at this time, why weren’t they out partying and delving hands deep into a maiden’s skirt?

Then, the thought hit you.

It was Captain Min.

And he was looking over you.

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It was a few weeks into the next stretch of your journey.

There was good wind in the sails and a pleasant breeze for you out on the deck. Greaves had been helping you with rigging the sails. The wind had been a bit shifty since the start of the day and Jin was less than pleased with this outcome.

“Come on you scurvy dogs! We’ve got to get up to at least fifteen knots! Or the quartermaster will be dealing out whippings after sundown!”

You and Greaves worked even harder, trying to rig the sails, but with the changing winds, it was proving to be harder than anticipated.

“Alright Lad, just get that last knot secured and we’ll be set to start on the spanker.”

You nodded and secured the knot, making sure that it wasn’t going anywhere. Following Greaves to the next sail you started your work.

You looked off the back of the ship for just a moment and noticed something gaining on you. And gaining on you quickly. Greaves lifted his head noticed quickly as well that there was someone who wanted to catch you. He moved around the back of the ship and found Jin rather fast.

“Sir! Sir! We’ve got a ship at the back of us, gaining quickly,” he said.

You looked over from your post and back to where Greaves and Jin were talking, listening in with a keen ear.

“How big is the ship?” He asked, without turning his head.

“Same size as the Grail sir, maybe a bit smaller, it’s hard to tell at the moment.”

Jin seemed to mull the information over before turning around and looking at the ship that was starting to become clearer and clearer as the minutes ticked by.

Suddenly, Jin was moving for the helm.

“HARD TO PORT! RAISE THE JIB! FULL SAILS OUT! I WANT THIS SHIP MOVING AT FULL SPEED!”

His tone surprised you. It was one of uncertainty and panic. Something wasn’t right. Something really wasn’t right, and you were curious as to what it was.

Greaves and you both worked on the back sails and then rushed forwards towards the mains and began to secure all the knots on the starboard side.

You dared a glance back at the ship, and noticed once black stripe running down one of the flags.

“FULL CANVAS, GET THE GRAIL TO FULL SPEED!”

“Greaves,” you started, pulling on the older man’s sleeve. He stopped his work and looked at you.

“Yes, lad, what do you want?”

“Why does that ship have a black stripe running down the front of the sail?”

Greaves seemed to pale slightly at your question as he cleared his throat and went back to working on his knot.

“Greaves, answer me, why does that ship have that marking?”

Finally, Greaves turned towards you and looked you dead in the eyes. There was something there you weren’t accustomed to from the older man. It was fear. Unadulterated dread.

That look wasn’t something you had come to expect from him.

“That is the only thing in this water that this ship needs to fear besides the Goddess herself. That is the ship Satan’s Compass and her Captain is Tobias Bridge. So, for right now, you listen to everything Jin tells you and do it to the best of your ability. We need to outrun the rabid dogs and live to tell the tale.”

And after that, Greaves was silent as he worked. Focused on nothing but getting the ship and the crew to safety. You did the same, running around and trying to help where it was needed.

Suddenly, there was a cannon shot.

“TAKE COVER!”

“READY THE CANNONS!”

There was so much going on and you weren’t sure if you knew half of any of it.

You saw that there was no one at the helm. Jin must’ve left to go tell Captain Min of the occurrences.

“Greaves! There’s no one at the helm!” You shouted, looking for you friend.

He noticed you and nodded.

“Take the helm lad! Try to get us into that bay over there!”

You nodded and took off towards the wheel. You grabbed hold of the pegs and pulled the ship hard to starboard. The men followed suit, adjusting the sails and doing what they could to keep the ship going faster than the Compass.

The wind was being particularly difficult, not allowing you to gain much speed.

You turned your head back and noticed that the other boat was almost on your back now. You could see the crew moving around and rummaging for more cannon balls and muskets were being passed out among the men.

Greaves came up and fired a few warning shots their way.

Jin came back to the helm and took over. He turned to you without warning and grabbed your shoulders.

“Astor, make sure every man on this ship has a weapon. Prepare to be boarded. Send the message out.”

You nodded quickly and took off down the stairs.

“Everyone! Get out your pistols, muskets, cutlasses and daggers, prepare to be boarded.”

You shouted all over the ship, you even went below deck and gave them Jin’s orders.

Although, the Compass caught up with you eventually. You were below deck when you heard the shuffling of numerous feet.

Men were shouting and the ringing of steel was prominent throughout the air.

Shots went off and you noticed men starting to come down below. You grabbed the nearest sword and brought it in front of you. It had been years since you’d trained with a sword. You weren’t certain you even remembered the footwork anymore.

Although, you saw that they weren’t doing anything like you thought they were going to. They weren’t stealing anything. They must be looking for more crew members.

You hid behind one of the barrels of rum that was plentiful in this ship’s cargo hold and tried to remain as silent as you could.

The men were looking around still, moving barrel and crates alike. You knew it was just a matter of time before they found you. So, why prolong the inevitable?

You stood up and held your sword out in front of you.

“Ah, looky here. We have a boy who thinks he is fit to fight us?”

The other sailor smacked him upside the head and scoffed.

“If you think this is a boy, you must’ve never bedded a woman. Look at her face, she clearly a woman. But, wonder why they brought her aboard?”

They pulled out their pistols and aimed them at you. You dropped your sword and decided to go with them quietly.

Better that then with bullet holes in you.

They hauled you up on deck and put you with the rest of your crewmates. A man stepped forward with an intimidating grin on his face and a beautiful sword drawn.

“Are we correct in saying that this is the Crimson Grail? Captained by Min Yoongi?” He asked, looking around.

Jin stepped forward.

“You are correct. But, what does that matter to you Tobias?”

Suddenly, the man hauled off and punched Jin square in the face. A few of your crew members rushed over to help pull him to his feet. You glared at the man who was called Tobias with a fury. Who was he to try and rob you of your freedom that you had so desperately worked for?

“Remember your place rat. I’m looking for your Captain. Min Yoongi?” He asked, waltzing around, looking at each member in the face.

When he got to you, he grabbed your face and looked you dead in the eye.

“You, dear, do you happen to know where Min Yoongi is?”

“You could save yourself all the trouble if your men weren’t stupid enough to ignore the mast.”

You heard a voice speaking from up above. Everyone lifted their eyes and saw a rope with a man attached to it falling down towards the deck.

The rope ran out and the man fell towards the middle of the deck with grace, landing on his feet like a lithe cat. He looked up and you could swear his eyes were like that of a cat, shifting and unreadable.

A realization hit you just then. This was the exact man who paid for a night with you in Albion a few months ago and didn’t take it! He paid 60 trinny coins for you bed and yet he didn’t share it with you.

You had encountered the famous Min Yoongi before you gained access to this ship?

“What do you want with my ship and my crew, Tobias?” He asked, stepping closer and closer to the man who had boarded his ship.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you, Min Yoongi, dead. On the bottom of the ocean floor, rotting.”

“That seems a bit much. But, I will not be dying today, Tobias. And I do not take kindly to this kind of disrespect from someone who doesn’t even have the title of Pirate Lord. You’re not one of the six, are you? I don’t remember the council meeting anytime in the past five years.”

His words were deadly, you could tell. Anyone who disrespected him had every right to be afraid. You were on his crew, and yet you were frightened.

“I have every intention of being on the council. With you dead, there will be a spot for the taking.”

Yoongi nodded and seemed to think about this for a moment.

“That is correct, but, how will you make certain that the council will vote you in? You know, there are other pirates on these seas besides you, Tobias.”

Tobias growled and drew his sword, pointing it directly at Captain Min’s throat. Your heart was in your stomach and you didn’t know what to do. Would this really be the end of your freedom?

“I will make them fear me, so that as they will not have any choice but to choose me, unless they want to have future meetings in Davy Jones’s locker.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed the sword away from his throat. You and the crew stood firm, ready to heed your Captain’s command.

“Fear isn’t as good as trust, mate. That’s why we have the code. Something you seem to be lacking in currently,” he said, with a twang of disappointment in his tone.

“The code doesn’t hold any grounds on my ship.”

“Then you aren’t a pirate. True pirates follow the code and listen to the council. If you’d like to go rogue and have every single pirate out there after your neck, then by all means, be my guest. But, seeing as how you’re already here, I could put you out of your misery myself,” he growled, looking like he was itching to put a few rounds of lead into the man before you. Although, Yoongi held firm and didn’t fall victim to his desire to murder this insolent pup.

Tobias was silent as he stared at Yoongi in disbelief.

“We have your crew captured and your cargo can be ours as well. What say you to that? Shall I start murdering your crew one by one right before your very eyes? Perhaps I’ll start with this pretty lass right here,” he said, pulling you out of your formation and in front of your Captain, placing the cold metal of a pistol right against your head.

You quaked in fear, but didn’t plead for your life.

It was useless against these kinds of men.

Yoongi was looking at you closely. Possibly deciding whether you were worth the trouble or not. Greaves lunged forward to try to help you in any way, but he was held back by men stronger than him.

“Jin, who was the last crew member to join our crew?” He asked, looking towards his first mate who was rubbing his cheek sorely.

“It was Astor sir… The one with the gun to his head…”

“Her head, Jin, she’s a female who’s been impersonating a man to do God only knows what on this ship. But, has she caused any trouble?”

Jin shook his head adamantly, “No sir, she’s not caused any trouble, if anything, she’s more helpful than half the lot here.”

Yoongi considered this and came forward.

“Tobias, I think it’s time you took your hands off my crew members. And your ship needs to sail far away from me. Never to be seen again. Do I make myself clear?”

Yoongi grabbed his gun and threw it to the ground, pulling you free and giving you to Greaves.

Tobias gave Yoongi a deathly glare as he moved towards his cabin.

“And the lot of you, clean this mess up, would you?”

That apparently was the last straw for Tobias.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion at that point. He bent and picked up the gun and aimed at Yoongi, who’s back was to him.

You couldn’t let anything bad happen to your Captain. Where would any of you be without him? Probably still in Albion, being sold every night just for a few trinny or whatever somebody had in their pocket. He had given you freedom before you ever set foot on his ship. He was a good man. He didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that, and to be threatened. Yoongi cared for his crew and for the ship that he commanded. You were all a part of one crew. His. And you would die for the man that saved your life before. And eye for an eye.

Before you knew it, you threw yourself in front of the Yoongi, hanging onto him in an awkward embrace. Then there was a resounding

BANG.

Everyone on the ship halted.

No one breathed.

No one moved.

Everyone remained perfectly still.

Except for you.

You shakily brought your hand to your shoulder and brought it away to reveal, bright crimson blood stained your fingers.

“She’s been shot!”

“We need bandages!”

“Murderer!”

You could feel yourself tipping backwards as you got lightheaded.

“Fall back! Head back to the ship you scoundrels! Run!”

Tobias fled with his men back to his ship.

Yoongi held onto you tightly, lowering you to the deck.

He watched a crimson liquid began to stain the damp wood. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, before he began shouting orders.

“After them! I won’t let them harm a member of my crew like that and get away with it,” Yoongi yelled. You gave a small smile.

“We’re even now, I guess.”

Yoongi chuckled.

“I saved your maidenhood, not your life.”

Jin started barking orders and things of the like, but you were focused on Yoongi.

His dark hair and stunning eyes drew you in. He was handsome. You were okay dying for him, as long as he saved someone like you again in the future. If he could do that for someone else as well. It would mean a great deal to you.

“Hang in there, we just need to stop the bleeding,” he said, grabbing a cloth and applying pressure to your wound. Greaves came over and took your hand.

“I’ve known you were a lass the moment I met ye… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you any better,” Greaves said, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Greaves, take her to my cabin and make sure she is taken care of, I will be there momentarily,” Yoongi said before leaving your side.

You watched as he walked away and your vision faded to black…

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The Girl Who Never Cries

Guess who’s back? Back again? Not me for the weekend. Ha ha. 

Please don’t kill me and just enjoy? Yeah? Good talk.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

The first time you met Jimin was when you were seven years old at some great Aunt’s funeral. He stood back, watching as your family cried and howled as your family member was lowered into the ground by his father. Jimin was a small boy, he didn’t look like he did a lot of playing outside from his stature. He didn’t look much like his father either. His father had rugged facial features, while Jimin had a much more delicate facial set up. The young boy was quiet and observant; something about him seemed off, however. You could tell he didn’t see the world like most ordinary people did. This drew you in further. Instead of grieving with the rest of your family, you stared at the quiet young boy who was more focused on the funeral service than you were.

When the ordeal was over, Jimin took his father’s hand and followed him dutifully. You felt a sharp tug on your hand as your mother pulled you towards the car. Although, Jimin was still watching, staring at the ground with mild intrigue. He was still staring back at the grave while your mother drove the car away. And, he never changed.

The next time you saw him was at your great grandfather’s funeral. He was stood at the back, like he had been three years prior, watching as his father lowered your deceased family member down into the ground again. Except, Jimin was  much less interested in your family and the grave this time. You notice he was holding a small book in his hand, making small notes every once in awhile.

Slowly but surely, you became infatuated with this boy. The years passed and you found yourself returning to the cemetery, even when you didn’t need to. You always offered to clean the graves, seeing as how your parents always complained when they had to do it. Plus, if you did it, you could see the mysterious Park Jimin more frequently. However, you never knew his name until your mother mentioned it at dinner one night when you were in your early teen years.

“Yeah, Park did a nice job on the Jeon’s house,” she said with a small amount of jealousy taking over her voice. “I guess his son is starting to take over the cemetery,” she said.

“Is that the gentleman who buried grandad?” you asked with your normal soft tone.

“Yes, him and his son Jimin have been there since the boy’s mother died. He’s pretty odd that young one. He’s always been very quiet, almost disturbingly so. I think I’ve only ever heard him say three words in his entire life. I personally think something isn’t right upstairs. A boy needs his mother, just being raised by his father must have some consequences,” she prattled off more offensive statements but you tuned her out.

Park Jimin...

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A few years later a dreadful storm came through and wrecked your outdoor porch. Your mother was beside herself with the ordeal. She called the Park’s to fix it, wanting to have it done by a local person, as she put it. You really knew that it was because she liked his work on other people’s places, but was too proud to compliment them.

You were sixteen and just learning about your body at the time. Everything was new and exhilarating. You’d had your first kiss with a boy named Taehyung at school and you thought that he was cute, but Park Jimin was cuter. He never went to school with you, it had always made you wonder what he would be like as your classmate. Would he be smart and always willing to lend a hand to you? Or would he struggle and constantly need you to dote on him and smother him with all kinds of attention?

You’d come home rather upset. The guy you had harbored a crush on for the last few months, Suga, as he liked to call himself, had been caught kissing a girl outside the school’s racket arena. You stormed home and through the door to find yourself face to face with Park Jimin.

“Hello,” he greeted simply.

“Where’s mom?” you asked, frozen in your spot.

“There’s a note for you on the counter,” he said, gesturing towards the marble island in your kitchen. You jogged passed him and grabbed the paper.

Hello Darling!

I’m out doing some shopping with the girls and going to tea afterwards. Your father will be home late, as usual, so don’t worry about making dinner and everything. Mr. Park and Jimin are here to fix the porch and do a few other jobs around the house. Jimin is here to help with that weird sound in your room, take him up there and see if you two can’t figure it out.

Much love,

Mom.

You looked back at Jimin with curiosity. He kept the same mild look on his face, never once wavering.

“My room is upstairs,” you said, nodding towards the stairs. Jimin nodded and grabbed his smaller toolbox and followed after you as you jogged up the cherry stained wood stairs.

Jimin investigated around the area you said was making the odd noise. You watched as his back flexed and the muscled moved as he did. It was very erotic to you, the way he moved. It made you feel strange, but good at the same time. You wanted to kiss him. You couldn’t figure out why, but you knew you really really wanted to.

“I think there is a pipe behind the wall that is either loose or leaking, you should have your mother call a-”

You cut him off with a delicate press of your lips against his. Jimin froze, unsure of what to do. You placed your hands on his face and pulled him in closer, longing to kiss him just a little bit longer. Jimin seemed to relax and let you do as you pleased. Slowly, you eased away, looking up into his eyes with anxiety.

“Was that your first kiss?” he asked, looking down at you. You shook your head.

“No, I’ve kissed another person before,” you said, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Me too. But, like I said, have your mother call a plumber and have them check the pipes.”

And that was the last you ever heard of that situation. You and Jimin had formed a bond of some sorts over the following years. He’d call you whenever he needed something and you’d help him with whatever he needed.

You even opened your own flower shop so that Jimin could get a good price on flowers for the cemetery. But, that wasn’t the only reason you chose that business. You remember flowers and how their beauty fades, but new ones grow to take their place. A beautiful cycle of life and death that you’ve been fascinated with for years. But, none the less, flowers also represented so many things. Passion, love, caring. Things people should have, regardless of being dead or not.

Running a business was difficult. But you could be found running to the cemetery for a service or to place flowers on graves. You saw Jimin frequently, but you two generally kept the talking to about the weather and whoever you were delivering the flowers for. Although, sometimes Jimin would stray from those topics and ask about how you were and if your mother and father were well. But, Jimin was quiet as he’d always been in his younger years. Jimin could always be found in the places one would never look. On the roof of a car, up in a tree. He never liked predictability. He had taken solace in his mystery, and he wasn’t keen on losing it.

All was normal in your small town on that Friday morning. You got up and unlocked the flower shop, getting ready for another day at work. The day progressed smoothly, until your shop phone began to ring. After cleaning off your hands and making your assistant head to the register, you picked up.

“Pontius flower shop, Y/N speaking,” you said in a cheerful tone.

“He’s dead,” a bored voice said over the phone. One look at your caller ID told you that the voice belonged to none other than Park Jimin. Ice ran through your veins at the sound of his voice, he sounded so empty.

“Jimin, what do you mean?” you asked, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear while you fixed a few things in front of you to distract the dropping sensation in your stomach.

“My dad, he’d hanging in his closet,” he said, still sounding bored. Like this was another funeral service.

“Jimin, are you okay?” you asked.

“I was the one who put him there, so I’m fine,” he said, and your throat went dry.

“You did what?” you said in disbelief. Jimin? Hurting someone? It was almost too far fetched to believe, but the cold edge to his tone made you worry even more.

“I gave him his sleeping pills in his coffee and hung him,” Jimin said, confessing to murder. You tried to remain calm. Jimin was known to lie. He’d once said he had broken his leg so he didn’t have to go to jury duty. He also liked to prank people, just to get a rise out of them. But this would be taking it way too far.

“I’ll be there in half an hour, don’t go anywhere,” you said, hanging up shortly after. You rushed around and gathered everything you needed up and started to head out the door. Your assistance yelled after you, but you were somewhere else.

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When you arrived at Jimin’s house, you knocked on the door, fully expecting Mr. Park to open it with a warm smile as he always did. But, instead, Jimin’s pale face greeted you.

“Hi,” he said, pulling the door open wider so you could enter as well. Anxiously, you did so, walking into the familiar house. Jimin followed right behind you, watching as you shed your jacket and shoes.

“Where’s your dad?” you asked, Jimin pointed towards the bedrooms. You moved towards the door. “Is he asleep?” you asked, wanting so desperately to find him lying in his bed resting. But there he was, in the closet like Jimin said he was. Mr. Park, someone you’d known your whole life. Dead. Your chest constricted and your stomach hurt. How could Jimin do this to someone? And to his father no less. He never seemed like a violent person. “Why?” you asked, turning to face him. Jimin looked at you and sighed.

“Everyone loves dad, but no one likes me. They all think that I’m quiet and weird, but it’s because I can’t tell them anything without worrying about getting hurt... They don’t know him! Don’t know what he does when other people aren’t around,” he said, glaring at the closet with such hatred you could feel it radiating off of him.

Mr. Park, hurting his son? That seemed impossible. He would never hurt his child.

“What did he do Jimin?” you asked, walking closer to him. Jimin chuckled darkly before lifting his gaze to yours.

“He beat me, raped me... Sold me to other people for extra cash for booze,” he said, looking like he was going to kill his father again.

Jimin was on the psychosis spectrum. His dad had asked you to take him to an appointment once and the doctor’s had mentioned something about symptoms of PTSD and not knowing how they had come about. The pieces started to fall together. Jimin never went to public school, Mr. Park had said it was because he was worried about other kids bullying him, but it was just to keep others away and from looking too closely. “He never loved me, ever,” he growled. You swallowed hard and dared to grab his wrist and pull him out of the room. Jimin followed willingly, letting you sit him down on the couch. You had to call the police... Jimin was a murderer. But... whenever you looked at him you saw the child he used to be. It hurt you to think of him in prison, with no one he knew... He’d suffer and you wouldn’t be able to see him.

“Jimin, you know what you did was illegal right?” you asked gauging his reaction. He nodded slowly. “So, you know I have to call the police,” you stated.

“Can I ask a favor before you do that?” he asked, standing up and walking over to you. You started to tremble, despite yourself.

“What’s the favor Jimin?” he came closer and wrapped his arms around you. You gave him a questioning look.

“Would you kiss me? I remember doing it when we were younger, and I just want to do it again,” he breathed. You swallowed hard. He had always been beautiful with his soft brown eyes and fluffy hair. He’d never really paid attention to you in that manner, but to know he wanted to kiss you was too good to pass up.

“I’ll let you kiss me if you promise to be good when I call the police. Do you promise?” Jimin nodded quickly and licked his lips and leaned forward to plant a kiss right on your lips. His were plush and wet from his tongue. Oh God, he was an incredible kisser... His hands trailed down your back. His hands stopped right above your butt and you pulled back from his lips slowly. You were panting and looking at his lips with longing. You didn’t want to stop, no matter how much you knew you should. His father was dead in the other room, by his hands. But this was Jimin, the boy you’d known for years. He’d never been violent, dangerous or threatening. He was quiet and observant, always wondering what there was to be seen. He was kind and gentle, never harming a soul And his father didn’t hurt anyone, or rape his son...

“I want to kiss you more,” he whispered against your lips. You wrapped your fingers around the soft collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.

“Then give me more,” you begged, grabbing his shirt and bringing him back to your lips. He seemed more than content to continue. It felt so good to touch him like this and to hold him in your arms. All these years you’d watched him grow and you’d always wanted to be with him like this. He was such a beautiful person... Although, darkness had clouded his soul. You didn’t want to see him upset or hurt, he was too innocent for that... Although, you could try to mend his pain for him. Show him the love he had been starved of. “Jimin,” you breathed, “how far can we go?” you asked as he started kissing down your jaw.

“As far as we can,” he said in a husky tone.

You gasped when he pulled you against his body. You sighed in content at the feeling of his toned form against your own. He was like a man possessed with desire. You hung onto him, crying out as he bit down on your shoulder harshly. You tugged on his hair and kissed any exposed skin you could find. Jimin pushed you towards the floor, covering your body with his. You pulled on his shoulders and brought him closer to you.

“Take off your clothes,” he panted holding your hips. You grabbed your shorts and yanked them off aggressively, so much so that you left little red marks along the delicate skin there. Jimin stared at your center with his pupils blown wide. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting all of your juices and sliding them over your folds.

“Jimin,” you breathed, grabbing his biceps, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing under the skin. When he grazed your clit you arched your back and keened into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, looking at your body flushed beneath him. You blushed and pushed your hips into his eager hands, wanting more of his touch. He smiled and watched you whine and please under his ministrations. His touch was setting you a lite, making you shudder in pleasure. Every little flick of his wrist had you falling to pieces before him.

“Please Jimin! Oh God, Please, Jimin,” you begged feeling your orgasm starting to rush towards you.

“Do you want me? Do you love me?” he asked, moving his fingers against you.

“I’ve loved you for years! P-put your fingers in me, please Jimin,” you whined. He gave a smile before inserting a finger into your tight entrance. A strangled cry came from your throat as his pace increased.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, adding a second digit into your wet heat.

“I want you so bad, Jimin. Please give it to me,” Jimin smiled again and pulled his fingers from you. You felt displeasure as his fingers exited you. You forced yourself up onto your elbows and caught him pulling his shirt over his head. You stared at his body and ran your hand down his chest. He shuddered and bucked his hips instinctively towards you. You smirked and almost ripped your shirt because you pulled it over your head so fast. Jimin saw your bra covering the beautiful skin of your breasts and became agitated very quickly. Soon, the fabric was off and his hands were molded against your breasts. He moaned at the feeling of your nipples hardening and you couldn’t help the small whine of pleasure that overtook you while you enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body. Slowly, you reached down and palmed him through his jeans and you gasped to find him rock solid under your touch.

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you baby,” he moaned. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips. You couldn’t believe how undeniably sexy Jimin was. He made little groans and grunting sounds as you continued to play with him through his pants. You slid your hand underneath the rough fabric and pulled him out, making him shudder from the contact. You pumped him a few times, watching as the tip grew into a deeper red color. He made small breathy moans each time you ran your thumb over the tip. “Oh fuck, right like that baby,” he said. “If you’re not careful I’m going to cum before I can even get in that sweet cunt of yours. We wouldn’t want that would we?” he said, teasing you with a flash of his tongue across his plump lips.

“Jimin, hurry up and put it in me,” you said, laying back on the floor and opening your legs for him. He didn’t waste any time after that. Jimin pulled his pants and boxers off and gripped your hips with one hand and checked to make sure you were ready for him. You squirmed against him and he smiled.

“You ready baby?” he asked, lining himself up with you entrance. You nodded weakly and bit your lip. Slowly, Jimin eased himself in. You hissed in slight discomfort, but the look on Jimin’s face was well worth the stinging pain. You’d only had sex once when you were eighteen. It had been quick, uncomfortable and unsatisfactory. But Jimin made you feel incredibly full. You took a deep breath and Jimin tensed.

“Are you alright? You asked, watching the muscles in his arms tense up.

“You’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he panted against your neck. You blushed and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Jimin pulled his hips back carefully, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip harshly and dug your fingers into his shoulders. A soft whimper fell from your kiss swollen lips. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You can move, I can handle it,” you breathed against his lips. Jimin nodded and started moving a bit faster. You were so full of him. You’d never felt like this before, not ever in your life. You could see the appeal sex had now. If it felt like this every time you had sex, you could easily become addicted yourself. But, maybe it was just because it was with Jimin it felt this good. Did everyone feel like this?

Jimin was grabbing at your waist and pushing his hips into yours. A moan escaped him as he started to move at a faster pace, grinding his pelvis into your clit. You pulled on his hair as he fucked into you at what felt like the perfect angle. You could really feel him inside of you, pulsing and hot as his cock massaged your walls. It was getting hard to breathe because he was clinging to you so tightly, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. You had wanted him so badly, for so long, and it was finally happening.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned as he continued his deep thrusting into your weeping core. Everything about him just made you want more. More more more. You couldn’t think about anything but him...

There it was. The familiar burning in your lower stomach. You wanted it. You wanted him. Oh fuck, you could taste your orgasm it was so close.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathed as Jimin slammed into you with an unforgiving pace.

“Me too, where do you want it?” he asked as he slowed down enough to be coherent.

“In me, I want to feel it,” you moaned. Every touch of his fingers set you that much closer to your end, but you wouldn’t let yourself cum yet. You wanted to keep him inside you forever. Stretching your dirty pussy until you just couldn’t take it. You wanted to feel his cum dripping down your thigh as he panted harshly into your ear after reaching bliss.

“So dirty baby. You want my cum? Wanna feel it inside you? Are you on the pill?” he asked, reaching out to kiss your neck and shoulders. The thought crossed your mind, getting pregnant with Jimin’s child. The thought of him with your kid filled you with an immeasurable amount of joy.

“It’ll be fine, I’m not ovulating,” you said. Wanting nothing more than to feel his cum flooding your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty, Jesus Christ,” he whispered pulling out of you. You whined at the loss. “Get on your knees for me baby,” he whispered, kissing you passionately. You did so, gasping at the sight of his cock, drenched in your juices and the purple tip throbbing, needing release so desperately. You leaned forward on your hands and spread your knees apart to give him better access. Jimin pulled you back by your hips and lined himself up with your soaked center. He was met with little resistance as he slid back into your warmth. He groaned as his hipbones hit yours.

“Jimin, harder, please,” you begged moving your ass back against him. This new angle made Jimin’s dick feel that much bigger inside of you, if that was even possible. You moaned wantonly, looking over your shoulder at him. Jimin’s brow was furrowed as he moved his length inside your beautiful pussy. Sweat was collecting on his neck and forehead and you longed to wipe it away as you kissed, but you were busy being fucked savagely.

“I’m close,” he warned. You moaned in acknowledgment. You were close as well, feeling that tightening sensation in your core. You clenched around him and smiled when he bucked into you with a yelp.

“Give it to me. I want it,” you pleased, feeling your end approaching. Jimin’s cock enlarged inside of you and you gasped. You felt the cord inside you snap, releasing all of your pent up pleasure. Jimin shouted your name as you milked him for everything he had. He rubbed your hip with his thumb as you collapsed against the floor. Wet, stickiness was everywhere. You struggled to catch your breath. Your vision blurred and you felt Jimin kissing your spine. It was then the pain became apparent. Your throat was on fire. You cast a glance down at the floor; it was covered in blood. Panic flooded your system and you gripped onto Jimin’s hand that was on your waist.

“It’s alright baby, it’ll be over quick. Let me look at you,” he said, turning you over. You looked up at him. He looked so beautiful, all fucked out and sweaty. “So beautiful,” he whispered, running his hands over your body. You made a terrible choking sound that made Jimin’s eyes sparkle. “God... Look at you baby. Full of my cum and bleeding out... I want you badly, but I’m sure you’re tired,” he whispered, kissing your jaw, even though it was drenched in blood.

“Jimin,” you mouthed, grasping to life, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Oh baby,” he said, smoothing your hair back, watching as you struggled to inhale. “It’ll be all over in a few moments. And I’ll stay with you the whole time,” he said, kissing your blue lips. You were disgusted with yourself for enjoying his lips on yours. You gripped his hand in fear. “Are you scared? It’s okay to be, but I need you to do something for me,” he asked. You could feel your fingertips and toes going numb. You were almost dead. “Hang on just a few moments longer darling, I want to see something.”

What could he want to see? You’d given him everything already. You’d bore all to him and now death was wrapping its icy tendrils around your body.

“Cry for me,” he whispered, trailing his finger down your cheek like a tear would fall. You made a sputtering sound and Jimin gave a soft smile. “I bet you look beautiful even when you cry, so let me see it? One last favor for me baby,” he said. It made you sick that in your last moments, you still wanted to please him. “You can do it baby, one tear would be enough,” he said.

You could feel your heart slowing, it was almost over. Jimin stayed, kissing your head and lips, waiting patiently. You thought of your childhood fascination with him and how the two of you had grown together. All the memories flooded your mind. You thought of what would happen if you didn’t die here. Would you fall pregnant with Jimin’s baby? Would he care and love it? You overwhelmed yourself with these thoughts and felt a burning in your eyes.

You were crying.

“Baby,” he whispered, kissing you deeply. “Beautiful... It’s okay, you can sleep now. And I’ll be here when you wake up. Just rest,” he said in a sadistically sweet voice. You felt tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Black tinged the side of your vision. You didn’t want to die. Who will take care of your parents in their old age? “I’ll bring you the most beautiful flowers, all the time, and I’ll to to you every day,” he whispered as your vision went black.

“Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

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Hello everyone!

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