Only You | YoonKook 🔞

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Jungkook stared down at the freshly deceased man on his massage chair. He was breathing heavily, his surgical saw in his hands. He couldn't turn it on. He felt so much pint up rage. All of it aimed at one person.

Kim Namjoon.

The one man that could single handily ruin his life; his relationship and/or his lethal hobby.

Jungkook set down his saw and picked up his scalpel. He slit the corpse's throat before he switch the scalpel for his knife.

Yoongi had deliberately met up with Namjoon. Stab.

He kept it a secret, not a good one since Jungkook had found out, but a secret nonetheless. Stab.

Namjoon was looking at Yoongi like he was completely in love with him. Stab! Stab!

He made Yoongi smile and laugh. Stab! Stab! Stab!

Yoongi looked at him with those eyes... full of love, the way he usually looked at Jungkook. STAB! STAB! STAB!

Each piercing thrust through the still warm flesh harder and stronger than the last. But after that last thought, Jungkook had blacked out.

The Past: The First Mistake.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up on his bed, it was still covered in plastic, his body covered in dried blood. He looked around before his eyes fell on his victim, Yejun.

He peeled himself up off his plastic covered bed before he walked over and look down at him.

There were over a hundred stab wounds to his whole body, even his face. Jungkook guessed he must of blacked out— shit.

Yoongi.

Jungkook quickly walked out to the kitchen of his old apartment that he just might not of put up for sale. He washed his hands a couple times before he grabbed his phone and checked it.

Over a dozen missed calls from Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung; even more messages.

He opened Yoongi's and read a couple of them.

Babe?!
Where are you?!
Baby please answer me!
Fuck Jungkook! I don't know what happened between us earlier but I need you to just tell me that you're okay!
Baby, I love you! Please answer!
Jungkook!

Jungkook groaned softly as he stretched and cracked a couple bones, he cleared his throat a couple times before he called Yoongi.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi said after one ring.

"Baby-"

"Where are you?! Why didn't you come home?! Baby whatever happened between us, I'm so sorry! Please don't ever feel like you can't come home! I love you so fucking much! Please don't leave me—"

"Hyung, calm down... I'm okay, we're okay... alright? I'm sorry for worrying you and for not calling or texting you. I'm perfectly fine. I just fell asleep in my car after the work thing." He said.

"Taehyung said you didn't have a work thing last night."

"Well I did, he didn't, we work in different departments so he wouldn't know."

"You aren't cheating on me are you?" Yoongi asked, fear lacing every word.

"No! No baby! I would never... I love you so fucking much. I don't think you understand just how obsessed I am with you." Jungkook said sincerely and seriously.

"Promise?" Yoongi asked.

"I promise. I'll be home soon to change for work, okay? I gotta call them right now."