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빨간색
PERFECTION WAS ALWAYS something Jungkook sought out for, being a grade-A perfectionist with an obsessively neat personality trait, like when he has to have all of his blankets folded and stacked on top of each other, or when he absolutely has to make sure the dishes are stacked neatly on the rack.
Jungkook liked things to be perfect, so he was very confused one night when he opened his front door, and noticed his home slippers to be slightly tilted to the side.
Knowing himself, he would never allow himself to leave his house with crooked slippers, so he figured that he wasn't alone in the house. But there weren't any other shoes in the area, so it couldn't have been one of his friends, who knew about his neat personality and always made sure to take off their shoes at the door.
Jungkook concluded that someone was in his house, and it was someone whom he did not know.
With his eyebrows furrowed, he slowly made his way through the hallway with the grocery bags in his hand from his trip earlier. Entering the dark kitchen, he stayed alert, gently setting the bags onto the counter as his eyes darted throughout his house, not seeing a trace of any intruders. Yet, slowly, he reached for a knife on his knife block, gently pulling it out to avoid making noise. He wasn't even sure how to use a knife in a fight, but it was definitely better than having nothing.
Taking slow steps, Jungkook made his way out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom, where he figured a burglar would most likely go through to find his jewelry. The thought of someone rummaging through his things sent a chill up a spine, as his grip on the knife tightened. It was nearly pitch black, the nighttime darkness setting an extra eerie aura in the silence of his house.
Suddenly, from the dark shadows of the bathroom in the hallway, a figure had emerged, swiftly kicking Jungkook's wrist, causing the knife to fly out of his grip and clatter on his wooden floor.
Jungkook let out a yelp of surprise before turning around, seeing a man in a dark hood with his own knife in his hands. Within a second, he felt a fist collide with his cheek, making him fall back with the force as he slammed onto the floor.
He had no idea who this man was, or why he was attacking him, but if Jungkook was ever taught anything, it was that anyone with a knife was dangerous and fighting back was a death wish.
As the man began to lunge at him with the knife in his hand, Jungkook swiftly dodged, kicking off of the wall to allow him to slide on the floor. The man fell onto the empty floor, letting out a grunt as Jungkook hurriedly got up, running out of the hallway and toward the kitchen where his cell phone was, where he could make the call to the police. The moonlight shined through the window of his kitchen, allowing for a little path of light in which Jungkook could see his phone on the counter.
Before he could reach his phone, Jungkook heard footsteps beside him, and he turned to see the man caught up to him, the knife held tight in his left hand. He harshly collided his fist with Jungkook's cheek once again, causing the boy to slam against the counter, his movements causing his grocery bag to tip over, all of its contents spilling onto the counter and some falling onto the floor. The man followed him and harshly grabbed onto the collar of Jungkook's sweatshirt, the knife dangerously close to his bloody cheek.
Jungkook finally got a good look of the man's face, seeing a faded tattoo of a rose on his right cheekbone, many scars on his faces from past experiences. It confused the hell out of Jungkook, who was wondering what this man wanted with him.
Jungkook winced at the proximity of the knife before gripping onto the man's arms, propelling his knee to jab into the man's abdomen, causing him to stumble backward, quickly regaining his posture to tackle Jungkook against his refrigerator. He grimaced at the shot of pain on the back of his head from the impact, yelping as the man dragged him away, throwing him against the counter.
Before Jungkook could retaliate, he watched as the man lunged to him, grip tight on the handle of his knife as suddenly, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his abdomen where the knife had punctured through.
Jungkook gasped from the pain, the blade delving deeper as the man took a step closer. He coughed, almost in shock as he gripped the counter behind him, knuckles turning white as the man looked at him with a grin.
"Say goodbye, Jeon Jungkook," he grumbled, his deep voice sending a chill through Jungkook's spine. His eyes widened at his name, unsure of how this man knew it.
Wincing in pain, Jungkook suddenly felt something caress his fingertips behind his back, feeling the bottle of red wine that had rolled out of the grocery bag. He quickly grabbed it by the neck, letting out a yelp of pain and struggle before forcefully colliding the bottle with the man's head, seeing, hearing it break against him, the dark red liquid splattering all over as the man fell onto the floor, limp and motionless.
Jungkook panted as he watched the man carefully on the ground, letting out a sigh of relief as he had successfully knocked him unconscious. The red wine spilled onto the floor, it's close comparison to blood making him remember the blade that was currently plunged into his lower stomach.
Gritting his teeth, Jungkook fastened a weak grip around the handle of the knife, closing his eyes painfully shut before tugging the blade out of his pierced skin, the unbearable pain causing him to let out a cry. The knife clattered onto the floor as Jungkook pressed his palm firmly into the wound, hiding back a whimper before turning around and reaching for his phone. He leaned over his counter, uncomfortably and awkwardly as he bit his lip in pain.
With one hand, he clumsily dialed for the police, letting out labored breaths as the sweat rolled down his cheek, mixing with the blood from his cuts. He took a glance at his other hand, covered in blood as he continued to apply pressure onto his abdomen.
Is there supposed to be this much blood? He could barely inhale without shutting his eyes in pain. Was I supposed to take it out? Too much was happening at once.
He shakily pressed the phone to his ear, hearing it ring twice before a voice spoke up.
"119, what's your emergency?"
"I've been a-attacked in my home," he spoke into the phone, letting out a grunt as he turned his head, making sure the man was still unconscious. "I've been stabbed, I-He's unconscious n-now," he let out a shaky breath as he tried not to concentrate on the raging pain in his abdomen that his palm was still pressing on.
"Could you tell us your location?"
And Jungkook did, telling the woman in the phone everything she needed to know as he let himself slowly slide down onto the floor, his legs too weak to keep him standing.
"Focus on my voice, sir, an ambulance will be there for you soon."
He leaned his back onto his kitchen counter, feeling his eyelids begin to grow heavy as the woman tried to keep his mind busy on the phone, but it was too late, as his eyes fluttered closed, the hand pressed against his wound falling to his side as he fell into an unconscious state.
