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After he was coming back from the kitchen something caught his eye. A set of knives. He found it interesting and decided to have a look.
There were different types of kitchen knives. Chef Knife, Santoku Knife, Nakiri Knife, Utility Knife, Paring Knife, Bread Knife, Cleaver Knife, Filleting, Boning Knife, and more.
He was fascinated to see all these different kinds of knives. It took his interest.
"Does she also enjoy collecting knives?" A smile forms on his lips. "We really have a lot in common."
He takes out a knife and walks out of the kitchen, straight to the room where Y/n is. Though the knife was in his hand Y/n couldn't see it as he was hiding it behind his back.
"I'm fascinated by your knife collection. Didn't know you also have a hobby of collecting knives," he smiles ear to ear.
He looked genuinely happy for having something in common as he mostly didn't share anything in common with his victims. But Y/n couldn't reciprocate his expression as to the sudden nervousness slowly creeping in inside her.
No! This can't be! Is it already on my end?! Why did I keep those knives full on display?! Why do I own a bunch of them even?!
"I like this one in particular," he says, finally revealing the knife to her.
Seeing the knife Y/n couldn't help but gulp in terror.
Jungkook with pure fascination looks at the shiny knife as he gently runs his pointer finger through the blade out of the urge to touch it. He was surprised to see how sharp this knife was as the moment his finger touched its blade his finger started to bleed.
"This is incredible!" He says showing enthusiasm. "Where did you get it from?" He asks looking at her, looking for answers with curiosity sparkling.
But to his confusion, instead of replying to his question, she starts to cry uncannily. He walks a bit closer to her as she slides back a bit. He then gets on his knee and forcefully holds her chin closer to his face.
"Listen, princess. You better just reply to me instead of crying. You're just dragging your death closer to you by crying like this.
I'd like you to imprint this in your mind, I hate tears and the sound of wailing. So be a good girl and don't cry. Understood?"
Y/n nods frantically as he smiles at her.
"I-I brought them from the supermarket. They were selling these at a cheaper price," she says.
"Oh, I see. A sale you mean? Do you know what I despise the most about sales? They sell you their products without reducing the price. It's the same price. It's just they include the 50% off by the price.
