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Jimin looked at you like you were a four-headed monster. The other three boys remained silent, staring intently at the blue-haired male. "Uh, sure," he gulped losing eye contact.

"I was born in the 1800s-"

"You were what?!" you exclaimed, eyes widening at the new information. "Shut it, dolphin. Let me talk," Jimin snapped, tongue darting out towards you. No wonder he knew nothing about cellphones.

"My mother was the empress, and she was pure evil. Guess evil genes always get passed down," Jimin mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Questions pounded in your head, but you held them back.

"Let me answer the question you've always asked, hammerhead," Jimin glanced at you, before looking down. "I was from level eighteen, the lowest level out there." Level eighteen. The level where unforgivable sins have been committed.

Was he dangerous? This whole time, you had been having fun with someone who's sinned so bad, he had to be punished on level eighteen? What sin could he have committed? Was he a serial killer?

Thinking about it sent chills dancing down your spine. "Y/n..." Jimin trails off, lips pursed in a straight line. Fear danced in his orbs, like the ocean waves. This whole time, he had kept it from me. "How could you? How do I know I can trust you, Jimin? You're from level eighteen and I know nothing about you or your past. How can I be sure you didn't approach me with an agenda in mind?"

Jimin's eyes flash blue, lips quivering slightly. "Because even before you knew who I was, you've met me. The actual me, behind the level eighteen me. This was why I didn't want to tell you, Y/n. Because I was afraid you'd see the person who's being punished due to something he did." Jimin whispered, teeth sinking onto his lips.

"This was why you didn't want to tell me? Jimin, do you not know how important this is? If you were me, would you want to spend your time with someone whom you don't know thoroughly? Someone who could be a serial killer?" you retort, fury visible in your eyes.

"Of course I would!" Jimin yells, the fear in his eyes was now replaced with anger, pain. "Well, I wouldn't! I don't even understand why you would!" gritting your teeth, you fired back.

"Hey, let's all take a breather, yeah? Count to ten with me. One, two, th-"

"Shut up!" both you and Jimin shrieked, cutting Jungkook off. "I would because of the past!" Jimin blurts out, eyes enlarging as he realised what he had said. Cupping a hand over his face, he gasped. "No, forget I said that." Jimin's eyes darted everywhere, except on you.

The male fidgeted in his spot, before speaking. "Let's go get Namjoon." it was barely a whisper. Before he could stand, you cut in, voice softening. His past must've been something he didn't want to expose. "Then tell me," you murmured, afraid that you'd trigger something within him.

"I'll listen with an open mind, Jimin. Tell me. It's something you've concealed for way too long. Let me know," you approached the stunned boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. He had sat back down, tears glistening under the low lighting. His next words were like a bullet that aimed for your heart.

"I had a lover."

Masking your emotions, you nodded, signaling for him to continue. "My mother didn't approve of it, she hated her. Cliche, right?" He laughed bitterly, hands clenching into a fist as he stared forward. "She was my everything, my world, my life." he paused, a tear slipping from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

"Putting that aside, I was forced to go on blind dates, with princesses from different kingdoms. My lover was understanding, she didn't mind. We were too in love with each other, and none of us would leave the other for someone else. For the better or the worst."

"We would take a bullet for each other." Jimin smiles, the look in his eyes became glassy. You could imagine the scenario playing in his head. "When my mother realised it was too late, that I had fallen head over heels for her, she threw her and her family out. Due to war issues, her family moved over to stay in our kingdom." Jimin spoke, voice filled with love. It was as if he was reliving it in his head, all over again. As if he wished he could go back to those times.

And it broke you.

"She threw them and their people out like they were nothing. Like they meant nothing. They were her closest friend. Yet, because of one tiny thing, she disregarded them completely. And I hated that, I hated her for it. I wanted to kill her, to make her pay," Jimin whispers, a resentful smile formed on his lips.

"I wanted to poison her, and so I did." Jimin finishes, looking up at the rest of you. "You killed her?" Hoseok confirms brows pulled together in confusion. Snickering, Jin spoke. "He didn't. He wouldn't. There's more to the story, isn't there, Park?" frowning, you realised that they had been listening to Jimin closely. As if none of them knew about his past. Was this the first time Jimin had shared something about his past?

Nodding subtly, Jimin replies. "For me to know, for you to find out. Now let's get Joon." He stood up, holding out a hand for you. Hesitantly, you took it. You didn't know what to think. How was he so comfortable sharing about his lover, in front of you? What were you supposed to think? What were you supposed to focus on?

The fact that he was probably extremely dangerous and capable of killing you, or the fact he was probably not over his ex? No, you weren't even sure if you should call her that. You don't even know whether they had broken up. The words he had said, his expressions, the love in his voice, it tore you apart.

What were all the flirting sessions for, then? Were you just a joke to him? That's what you get for falling in love with a ghost, you chided yourself. You don't know when or how, but your heart had been escalating ever since you've seen him as if you've met him, and fallen in love with him before.