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If a driver picks up a hitchhiker with the intent to harm them, but the hitchhiker lets himself be picked up with the intent to harm the driver, who will manage to outlive who?
Strike (2k)
♡ yoonmin
♡ slight gore
♡ explicit content
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♡ yoonmin
♡ slight gore
♡ explicit content
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Yoongi was tense.
He was driving along the highway, looking for a hiker stupid enough to accept a ride from a stranger. He’d been driving for almost an hour, watching the sun climb up to the sky.
He could pass someone anytime now; he never had to wait for too long.
He was driving along the highway, looking for a hiker stupid enough to accept a ride from a stranger. He’d been driving for almost an hour, watching the sun climb up to the sky.
He could pass someone anytime now; he never had to wait for too long.
The road, which the media had dubbed the Highway of Tears, was isolated and surrounded by deprived neighborhoods. And thus, it was the perfect place to act out on his darkest of desires.
The unfortunate men he’d pick up at the side of the road usually lived nearby and couldn’t afford a car or they were passing by unwittingly, on their way to a greater destination.
But they would never make it to said destination, as they were at the mercy of whoever was passing along the highway, and Yoongi didn’t have much of it.
He’d been doing this for many years and had never failed to fulfill his baleful needs.
He’d been doing this for many years and had never failed to fulfill his baleful needs.
There was nowhere for them to run, as the desolate road was as endless as it felt, nor was there anyone around to help the men who fell into his passenger’s seat with a relieved sigh and a thankful smile.
It was stupid, but Yoongi loved to see their gratitude and reciprocate their cheerfulness. He liked seeing the innocent delight drain from them – slowly, so there was more for him to enjoy.
Additionally, there were plenty of scavengers that called the roadside home, so Yoongi never had to worry about where he dumped the lifeless men; they would be disposed of quickly by the local creatures.
Ripped apart, shredded, and consumed.
Ripped apart, shredded, and consumed.
It was vile to imagine, and it had Yoongi grinning as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and increased his pressure on the pedal.
It was easy to see why Yoongi felt a sense of liberation whenever he found himself driving along the road. Aimless, or maybe anything but.
It was easy to see why Yoongi felt a sense of liberation whenever he found himself driving along the road. Aimless, or maybe anything but.
Though he might’ve seemed normal in his day to day life – ordinary Min with his ordinary job and his ordinary home – he harbored a darkness in the heart which drove him to seek out opportunities that indulged in said deadly craving whenever he could.
Therefore, as he was driving along the highway, a slim boy with blonde hair and a heavy-looking backpack was exactly that.
An opportunity that was too alluring to pass up on.
An opportunity that was too alluring to pass up on.
As soon as Yoongi started slowing down, the man turned his head and smiled blindly, raising his hand and waving at the approaching vehicle to make sure the driver would stop to let him in.
Yoongi was likely the first traveler that came across him in a couple of hours +
Yoongi was likely the first traveler that came across him in a couple of hours +
and the young man must’ve been exhausted and aching all over. If only he knew how much worse it would get.
Yoongi smiled through the window as he loosened his seatbelt and leaned over the gear stick to open the door.
Yoongi smiled through the window as he loosened his seatbelt and leaned over the gear stick to open the door.
The young man slid into the passenger’s seat with a sigh and Yoongi helped him heave his loaded backpack in between them, and onto the backseat.
Yoongi fleetingly wondered what the man had stuffed his bag with to make it so damn heavy.
Yoongi fleetingly wondered what the man had stuffed his bag with to make it so damn heavy.
“Hi!” His cheeks were flushed, and he was a bit out of breath from walking in the glaring sun for so long, the tip of his nose sunburned. “Thanks for stopping.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi smiled in return, picking up his speed and driving along steadily. “I’m Yoongi.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi smiled in return, picking up his speed and driving along steadily. “I’m Yoongi.”
“Jimin.”
Yoongi was endeared by how innocent the other looked and sounded as he continued to make small, huffed noises under his breath whilst he tied back his longer strands of blond hair and complained about the clammy weather.
Yoongi was endeared by how innocent the other looked and sounded as he continued to make small, huffed noises under his breath whilst he tied back his longer strands of blond hair and complained about the clammy weather.
Jimin straightened out his shirt, asked a few questions about where the elder was headed and how far he could take him, and then he fell quiet.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to have Yoongi enthralled by the interaction; enthralled by the unsuspecting man.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to have Yoongi enthralled by the interaction; enthralled by the unsuspecting man.
He was mesmerized by the other's golden complexion and full lips. He longed to run his fingertips over his skin and relish in the soft sounds he’d make.
Jimin was handsome in the most conventional of ways, and Yoongi had always been a sucker for natural beauty.
Jimin was handsome in the most conventional of ways, and Yoongi had always been a sucker for natural beauty.
He turned back to the road with a click of his tongue. It was a shame he’d have to kill the man before ever knowing what it would be like to have his firm body underneath his.
He’d make a great lover, Yoongi thought, but his physique wasn’t the only thing that interested him.
He’d make a great lover, Yoongi thought, but his physique wasn’t the only thing that interested him.
Usually, the hikers he'd pick up would chat mindlessly. They’d talk about anything and everything to fill up the silence that they perceived as awkward, but Jimin didn’t.
Instead, he continued to hum to himself and gaze out of the window.
Instead, he continued to hum to himself and gaze out of the window.
He seemed completely uninterested in the man who sat behind the wheel, caring more about the song playing on the radio than anything else.
It intrigued Yoongi, even charmed him to some extent. “You do this often?”
It intrigued Yoongi, even charmed him to some extent. “You do this often?”
“Yes.” Jimin turned his head to meet Yoongi’s eyes, beaming. It blinded him, and he had to remind himself to look back at the road after a few long moments.
“It’s quite dangerous, isn’t it?” he inquired further, unable to keep himself from grinning.
“It’s quite dangerous, isn’t it?” he inquired further, unable to keep himself from grinning.
“There’s lots of bad people out there.” Yoongi wondered at what point he would start to pick up on his intentions.
“I don’t have much to fear,” Jimin responded. He sounded proud, like a child bragging about their heroism after sleeping without their bedside light for a night.
“I don’t have much to fear,” Jimin responded. He sounded proud, like a child bragging about their heroism after sleeping without their bedside light for a night.
Yoongi laughed, resting one elbow on the windowsill, but the other didn’t seem to mind. He continued to stare out of the window, enjoying the sight of the trees passing by and the soft hum of the hi-fi.
“Is that right?”
“I like to think so, yes.”
“Is that right?”
“I like to think so, yes.”
They fell silent again as they drove another mile, until they neared the first exit. Yoongi turned right and followed the curve of the road, despite his passenger’s earlier request to be dropped off at the next gas station.
Yet as Yoongi locked the doors from the inside and let the car lull down to a complete stop in the middle of the deserted sideroad, the other didn’t speak.
He didn’t ask what the hell the elder was doing, nor did he frantically reach for the handle like the others had.
He didn’t ask what the hell the elder was doing, nor did he frantically reach for the handle like the others had.
Jimin continued to stare ahead of him, almost worryingly collected, and Yoongi wondered whether he was really surrendering that easily, or whether he was in a state of shock. Yoongi hoped it was the second.
He'd snap out of it soon, and Yoongi loved a good struggle.
He'd snap out of it soon, and Yoongi loved a good struggle.
He would often let his victims believe they stood a chance against him. He’d let them hit him, once or twice, let them break a window and attempt to crawl out. Sometimes he'd even let them out of the car, chasing them for as long as it would take to wear them down.
And then, he’d take his time finishing what he’d started.
“You look quite calm,” he therefore noted, turning to face Jimin as he killed the engine, hurling them into complete, icy silence.
It took a while for the other to respond but Yoongi was known for his unending patience.
“You look quite calm,” he therefore noted, turning to face Jimin as he killed the engine, hurling them into complete, icy silence.
It took a while for the other to respond but Yoongi was known for his unending patience.
“I don’t think you realize the mistake you just made,” he said eventually, lifting his hand from in between his thighs to reveal a pink-handled, jagged knife, covered in cute stickers.
It had Yoongi’s blood running hot and his hands tingled as he reached for his own weapon.
It had Yoongi’s blood running hot and his hands tingled as he reached for his own weapon.
“I could say the same about you.”
His handgun was shiny, well-polished, and cool to the touch. He sighed at its feel in his hand; how he’d missed it. He had denied himself too much lately, had spent too much time ignoring his yearnings.
His handgun was shiny, well-polished, and cool to the touch. He sighed at its feel in his hand; how he’d missed it. He had denied himself too much lately, had spent too much time ignoring his yearnings.
“Really?” Jimin eyed the gun with arrogance, unimpressed by the short barrel that pointed at his stomach. “Didn’t take you for a coward.”
With an agile fling of his hand, he twirled the pink knife in between his fingers.
With an agile fling of his hand, he twirled the pink knife in between his fingers.
He was familiar with it, and had likely used it many times before, Yoongi assumed.
He wasn’t scared when he realized Yoongi’s intent. He merely saw it as an opportunity of his own; he had been waiting to strike himself.
Maybe the pretty blonde wasn't so innocent after all.
He wasn’t scared when he realized Yoongi’s intent. He merely saw it as an opportunity of his own; he had been waiting to strike himself.
Maybe the pretty blonde wasn't so innocent after all.
“Didn’t take you for a gore,” Yoongi huffed in response, clicking the safety off his gun. If Jimin was preparing to set upon him, so should he.
“How wrong you were." Jimin tilted his head, his gaze focused on the side of Yoongi’s neck, where his blood pulsed the thickest.
“How wrong you were." Jimin tilted his head, his gaze focused on the side of Yoongi’s neck, where his blood pulsed the thickest.
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I will continue this thread later today!
Thank you for reading ♡
I will continue this thread later today!
Thank you for reading ♡
