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 hummed to a song while walking through the aisle of the departmental store as he stumbled upon the thing he was here for. He smiled and stood in front of it, holding the canvas and some new colours in his hand and looked at the item.
"Sir, do you need this?" His smile vanished and he turned around the lady who shyly passed him a cart. He took it from her and bowed before taking the drill from the shelf and putting it in the cart along with the drawing stuff he bought previously.
"Do you need help with choosing other-"
"Where is the knife section?" He asked, cutting her off and she smiled and motioned her hand towards the other end of the aisle.
"I'll guide you-"
"No need to. Just tell me." Jungkook said with a polite smile and the lady's eyes shone at a handsome man smiling at her. She nodded and pointed her finger while Jungkook pushed his cart forward.
His eyes roamed around the section like a starved man looking at the menu. He eyed the different types of knives, from kitchen knives to a chopping knife and other potential weapons.
To others it might seem pretty normal. A man buying kitchen equipment. Oh how, sweet. A man who cooks!
Let Jungkook cook.
He entered the store room which was now filled with painted canvases and buckets of paint?
Nah! JungCook is cooking, right?
Buckets of blood.
Stop Jungkook from cooking!
He laughed at the state of his senior with a pierced eye struggling to get out of the chains holding him down to the table.
"Jungkook! Please let me go!" He cried and Jungkook laughed at his state. "Now I'm Jungkook? Where's the coward, brat or idiot?"
"I'm sorry. I am sorry. Let me go!" He shouted and cried, dried blood on his face , hands and feet scratched by the metal chains and purple finger marks around his throat.
"I told you to go but you didn't listen to me." Jungkook said with a small pout and tilted his head. He smiled and grazed his knuckles over the cheeks of his senior and giggled.
"You are covered with my favourite colour." He whispered and rubbed his finger over the blood to smear it over the tip of his finger.
He brought his finger close to his eyes and admired it with delight. No remorse could be seen on his face as he was committing a hideous crime.
"You are a murderer! A fucking murderer!" The senior screamed and Jungkook's smile vanished as he heard those words. He gulped and looked at the lad lying on the table.
"What?" He mumbled, narrowing his eyes and looked at the eye of his senior, glaring at him. "You are fucking murderer!" He shouted.
"At least you're not a coward."
Jungkook smirked and nodded. "You are right." He mumbled, answering himself but the senior gaped at him, thinking that he replied to his words. "Leave me, please. Jungkook don't do this!" His senior pleaded.
Jungkook turned with the chainsaw in his hand and tilted his face in confusion. "Didn't you want me to do this?" His senior shook his head. "I'll never even look in your direction. I swear. Let me go."
Jungkook smiled and pressed his lips together as he watched his reflection shrugging at him and looking at the state of his senior, standing on the other side of the table with a big smile. He smirked back at Jungkook and whispered,
"Too late to regret."
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