Let me take a picture of you. [Jakewon]

Prologue

Let me take a picture of you, love

~ A Jakewon au where a psycho meets a young photographer while cleaning up his mess.

Warnings
- Mentions of Blood
- Contains swear words
- Murder
- Has some heated scenes but no smut included.

Please read at your own risk.

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Jungwon's POV

She took a blade and started hurting herself in the rooftop. Why am I here and Why am I even witnessing this? Well, I decided to go to the rooftop to distract my mind from things and I didn't expect to see someone running in and immediately breaking down.

I rolled my eyes. She looks like a coward.

I don't even know her, but she looks like someone who has such a reputation.

Reputation my ass, she starts taking a blade and immediately cutting herself. She looks at her surroundings and damn it, I should've hid when she was busy crying.

"Hey, y-you what are you?"

A human? What else could I be?

"W-What are you d-doing here?"

I remained silent and kept my answers in my head.

"G-G-Get out!"

I stayed on my place. My body suddenly felt like it was controlled by something or someone else. I can't move a muscle let alone my mouth.

"I s-said g-get out! P-Please! Y-you don't want to-"

She raised her blade, the sharp parts digging through her hand, blood running down to the floor and what shocked me was the fact that it was fascinating, the art of the blood dripping down to her small feet. What a sight!

More blood flowed down from her hand until she felt weak and fell to the cold cement floor. Her sobs and hiccups were so loud.

I don't know what happened but my feet suddenly moved by itself, bringing me closer to the girl weakly sobbing with blood all around here clothes.

A grin took over my face and I suddenly crouched down on her.

So beautiful, so fascinating.

How could I keep this art?

I looked at her face, disgusting.

Her tears mixed with the blood made her look way better than before.

My hands made its way to her stomach where a pool of blood was settled in it. I scooped a huge bunch of her blood and poured it on her face.

"W-What are you d-doing?" She asked, I tilted my head to the side, slowly glancing at her face up and down.

"Gorgeous" I mumbled.

I looked at the blade she was holding and took it in my hands. I aligned it with her jawline and later blood came out of it.

Her scream of agony resulted making me look at her face. A soft chuckle left my lips. My hands caressed her nose bridge, delicately fixating the blade there after.

"N-No N-No-" she retorted, grabbing my hand with her weak ones, a chuckle left my mouth before pulling my hand harshly.

"Prettier" I said, softly putting the blade on her wrists, making deeper and more marks than what she did.

"G-G-Get O-Out!" She shouted, weakly trying to push me but a sinister smile was only I can give.

What is happening to me? Why am I doing this? What's with this act? Why can't I just leave her alone? Like what I used to be before?

I suddenly stopped all my actions. This feels so wrong............yet so right?..

I looked at the girl's face. Isn't she that girl in my class? The one who was always happy? The happy virus?

Who knew she was much more depressed than someone else? What a shocker.

"P-P-Please, let me go. P-Please.."

I looked around my surroundings, a smile formed on my face and I slowly placed the blade on her hand.

Her confused expression made me laugh internally.

I took her fist that held the blade and slowly put it near her chest, the look on her face made me laugh even more.

When the blade was right in front of her chest I moved my mouth closer to her ear.

"This is a prettier view"

And that was the start of him being a psycho.