This is not the story of an evil man but a sick man. A man who started losing the fight with himself.
What happens when he can't control it any longer? Read to find out! 🦴
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a Jungkook ff
Thriller au
GE...
Jungkook stroked the brush with the paint and hummed a tune. He moved his brush to the palette for the paint but frowned to see it over.
He sighed and blinked his eyes that refused to stay open. He walked over to his study table and took the small bottle, taking out a white pill and looking at it on his palm.
He craved for it.
He took it, swallowing down his throat. A light feeling in his mind as he smiled in relief until he heard the front door of the house open and slam shut.
His father was home.
Jungkook rubbed his hands over his face and walked over to his bed, popping down on it and looking up at the white ceiling.
He heard loud screaming from downstairs, his father calling his name. He shut his eyes but the yelling continued.
He opened his eyes and sat up before standing on his heels and sniffing badly, rubbing his nose and walking to his door. Twisting the doorknob, he knitted his brows in annoyance as his father shouted.
"What the fuck are doing trying to disobey me, Jungkook? Get your ass down here right now!"
"Asshole!"
"Don't." Jungkook mumbled, grazed his forehead with his fingers gingerly. He stuffed his hands inside the hoodie pocket and strolled down the stairs to witness his father fuming.
"I have been calling you for a long time!"
Jungkook just stayed silent, looking at the ground and rubbing the floor with his toes. "Sorry," was all he said and heard his father scoff.
"Your homeroom teacher called me and complained that you hit your classmates." His father stated and Jungkook looked up at him, pointing his finger on his forehead. "He hit me first."
His father scoffed. "So you'll hit back?"
"I should've killed him!"
"I should've killed him!"
"What?" Jungkook's eyes widened as he stared at his father's stunned face. He composed himself and shook his head. "Nothing."
"You should've killed him?" Jungkook shook his head and looked at his father. "No, I shouldn't have."
"So you did?" Jungkook looked at his father in shock and shook his head defensively, taking his hands out and waving it. "I didn't!"
"Jungkook, don't lie to me!"
"I didn't!" Jungkook screamed and his father flinched at his sudden outburst. Jungkook was breathing heavily and glared at his father. "I didn't. Why don't you trust me?"
"You are not worth being trusted."
"Kill him!"
Jungkook held his head, his eyes burning and he calmed down. He took a deep breath while covering his mouth and looked up at his father. "My painting colours are over. I need money to buy more."
"Stop wasting my money on that useless stuff and just study." Jungkook glared at his father. "Give me money, father." He said, tone as thick as gravel.
His father didn't faze. He shook his head and pointed his finger upstairs. "Don't argue with me and just go upstairs. Study."
Jungkook clenched his jaws, fisting his hands and looking at his father dangerously before turning his heels towards his room.
He opened the door, getting inside the room and turning around to slam the door shut but he stopped. Why was he losing control?
"Slam it."
Jungkook inhaled deeply and slowly closed the door. He looked in the mirror and saw his own reflection smirking at him. The reflection tilted his head and pointed at the canvas he was working on.
"Your drawing is incredible. I love it."
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