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fentyjjk · 8 months

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synopsis she by tyler the creater and frank ocean

warnings stalking, implications of murder, stabbing, blood, breaking and entering, mentions of suicide, mentions of necrophillia, jimin is irrational, everyone sucks, fast-paced plot — unedited/revised

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you were new in jimin's new life. you were the exciting that covered the mundane in his life. the boring, the repetition of everyday didn’t matter. the gym, library, gym, sleep. he hated it all. he was close to ending his life. he hated it every day the same shit, but then you moved in and he saw hope. almost immediately he knew he needed you to be his, you already were, you just didn’t know it yet.

he was so excited to make a move on you, just across the street from him he’d watch you get mail each morning and feed the stray dogs, you were so kind. you had such a kind heart and paired with your beauty—he was in love.

that first day when you came to his house offering baked goods your full cheeks pulling into a smile, he could’ve sworn he loved you the first time he saw you. you were curvy with detailed stretch marks, but he didn’t care. all the more he could love.

and he was going to, love you. in his mind it was time to make a move after carefully watching you from his window. mondays you worked from morning to night which was undoubtedly stupid because the neighborhood was dangerous, that’s probably why you moved in. cheap finacial housing due to the added risk of death from gun violence or rape that was also pretty common, but once you moved into his place he’d never let you be outside by yourself again. he’d protect you and kill any man that even tried touch you. that was true love. but back to the schedule. tuesdays were slower for you from morning to afternoon then you’d come home and stay inside all day. he could always see what you were doing. you weren’t keen on keeping your blinds drawn and when he got curious he traveled along the side of your house to your bedroom window. you had just got out of the shower, you were still wet. water traveled from your hair down.. down.. your body was beautiful even your stomach that protruded he loved it. soon it’d be bigger. he’d fuck so many little kids into you. then you’d truly be his.

the second time he watched you from the window you touched yourself, your moans were faint through the window, but they were all he needed to come untouched, your body slumped against the bed as did his against the grass outside, that was when he truly noticed the hold you had on him. he needed to do something.

saturday, your free day you were off and typically went to the gym on this day every two weeks. you weren’t serious about it he could tell. jimin managed to get past your shitty security after you left and overheard you on the phone complaining about how much you hate the gym when you came back. then the conversation turned to your new neighborhood. “its good here, shelbs, everyone here is so attractive and nice, and oh my God my one neighbor i think his name is jimmie or something like that, he was mowing his grass yesterday and he has this tattoo oh god, i wanna fuck him so bad.” you laughed about something your friend said before you began undressing putting her on speaker. “you know i rarely ever see him though, its like he stays inside all day, which i don’t mind more time to fuck.” jimin would’ve never guessed you were so provocative and horny, but he knew you were talking about him. his tattoo, his buffness, you wanted him. it was mutual.

thank god.

sunday rolled around and that’s when jimin was confident enough to ask you out. he spent most of yesterday in your bathroom cabinet and then in your bedroom watching you sleep.

so it had to be sunday, he wore his best outfit—a dark blue fitted shirt and dress pants. it was around four and now you were probably laying in bed watching tv, but you weren’t paying attention to the tv you were on your phone.

he checked your house through his window first before he unlocked his door slowly pulling it open when he did he slammed it shut again. junho was at your door with flowers behind his back he knocked two times and you opened the door. you smiled upon seeing him and then wider when you saw the flowers. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down hugging him.. maybe it was just a kind gesture. jimin thought you’re new to the neighborhood. there's nothing wrong with being friendly—that is until you began kissing him walking backwards into the house as he grabbed your ass. jimin's eyes became cloudy as he looked at junho’s arm littered with tattoos just like jimin's.

you weren’t talking about him, he never had a chance. you wanted junho.

“FUCK!” he threw the vase of flowers he bought you at the wall, crystal snow falling as a result. he went to his room grabbing the envelope of your photos. he tore each one slowly, enjoying watching your sleeping body being torn into two. he’d burn them later on tonight.

jimin sat there for hours surrounded by shredded pictures of your sleeping body. finally he stood. since when did you like junho.. was it always that obvious? was jimin oblivious to your attraction to him? did it matter? you fucking cunt! you led him on. you knew exactly what you were doing coming to his house in those tight ass jean shorts and that tank top. you knew! you did, you had too.

and for that betrayal he’d kill you and junho.

it was only fair.

he slowly crept into your house. he pushed open your bedroom door. there you were the cover barely hid your naked body, your body was perfect, he should’ve been the one to fuck you. walking over to you he trailed the dull blade across your bare thigh you shivered. fuck. you’d look so good pregnant. carefully, he lifted the cover and his eyes widened there on your stomach was a large gash junho’s arm across your body holding a bloodied knife.

he dropped his knife stumbling backwards. what the fuck, what the fuck. he heard laughing from the floor and saw junho climb over your motionless body knife in hand. he crouched in front of him as jimin whimpered tears spilling, “you know jimin the easiest way to get to a woman is through her heart not watching her through her window, and then once you’re in you kill her.” junho clicked his tongue, “no stalking, no planning, pure violent bliss.” he smiled, “i call it romantic homicide, and she was the easiest to get to.” jimin stared at the white bedsheets as they soaked up your blood. “she was so good too, her body, her moans, God, you should’ve seen her face when i stabbed her. i never came so hard.” junho stood, turning towards you. “tell you what ill let you fuck her too,” junho waved him up with the red knife, but jimin was still his ears burning hot, “what are you not into that kind of thing? its fun after a while, the girls can't tell you to stop it's better, i swear.”

jimin covered his ears rocking this wasn’t real this couldn’t be. “you’re such a little bitch, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” junho scoffed rounding the bed for his boxers. “her pussy wasn’t that good anyway man calm down.” junho faced him again, catching jimin's attempt to subtly grab his knife. junho approached him again, slamming his foot down onto his hand, crushing his knuckles. “don't do that.” jimin pushed at his ankle grabbing the knife with his left and junho swung kicking him in the head.

the world spun as he fell against your closet door, “maybe it’ll be easier this way i can just blame the murder on you.” junho’s words were faint as jimin faded in and out of consciousness. the world went dark. he was surrounded by a never ending abyss somewhere in the distance a white light appeared you were in the center walking closer to him in flashes you were right in front of him you cupped his cheek, you leaned forward and you whispered, “save me.” his eyes opened junho’s back was to him as he redressed rambling about how he was going to pin your murder on jimin, he was so stupid turning his back to him.

jimin grabbed the knife and stood swinging his hand he stabbed him in the neck retracting the blade blood sprayed from the deep cut as he collapsed spraying your sheets and the walls. jimin got on your bed shaking your motionless body. “you told me to save you, get up,” he shook you harder, “please, y/n, please get up.” he sobbed. “please,” he repeated, through tears he saw your fingers twitch, “yes, yes stay with me!” he grabbed your phone unlocking the device he smeared blood over the screen as he called the police, “i need an ambulance at ******** my girlfriend is dying.” he hung up softly rocking you in his arms.

“i-im dying..” you whispered your breathing labored he shook his head as a tear landed on your cheek.

“no, you’re not, you're alive and well, you’re okay.”

“i always knew..” jimin stilled, “i knew you were in my house and outside my window.” jimin shook his head.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“—on my cameras,” you continued, “i never saw anyone at your house.. i know you’re lonely, but you should’ve just approached me,” you said sadly as the world began to fade, “i would’ve dated you, i would’ve pretended i didn’t know because you’re cute, but you never did.” you coughed blood onto your chest. “thank you for killing that fucker.”

“why didn’t you call the cops?” he asked as you held his hand.

“i understand that loneliness and needing something to hold onto.” jimin's head spun you knew this whole time.

“i would have killed you tonight.” you reached up stroking his cheek with your bloodied hand.

“but you didn’t.” you smiled. “goodbye, jimin.” you said as the world went black. he screamed as you passed out shaking you vigorously to no avail.

you were truly gone.

that is until you got to the hospital and they started pumping you of the blood you’d lost.

and when you awoke he was there by his side waiting for you. “hi, y/n,” he smiled.

“hi, jimin.” you smiled back reaching for his hand. “i love you.” his eyes widened.

“i love you too.”

he didn’t know you were obsessed with him too, killing every girl that attempted to steal his attention from you and when you thought he’d never actually try with you, you tried to be with junho and he tried to kill you.

this was the universe telling you that you two were meant to be.

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