Dear No One | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 20

A/N: I'M BACK PRINCESSES HAHAHAHA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO KEEP ON WRITING YOU ALL INFIRED ME SO MUCH ILY ALL. THIS IS MY FAVE CHAPTER TBH.

AND ALSO ONE WEEK UNTIL I- *cliffhanger*

Two years ago, 2:34 pm

It wasn't Jinshil's first time trying to choke someone until his breath stops. It wasn't her first time watching a person bleed until the red substance completely seeps out of that person's body. It wasn't her first time watching a person die of natural causes. It wasn't her first time meeting a girl that had almost been beaten to death but still managed to survive.

It wasn't her first time to hold the cold, metallic surface of a gun, but not everyone knows that she's not innocent.

Right, Jinshil isn't innocent.

Growing up, she was the only odd one out.

She was the eccentric freak who had a different perspective on life. She never accepted compliments because she thought that they gave an individual a chance to judge another. She thought everyone was a dumb fool despite how many successful moments a person has had in his entire life.

Everyone she met has lost something and was afraid of everything, and she knew that everyone should be afraid of her.

The sharpened edge of the kitchen knife taunted Jinshil, provoking a wanted feeling of being able to see pain. To her, hearing someone in pain and smelling fear wasn't enough. Aside from feeling those things herself, she wanted to see those from someone else in pain. She wanted to see someone in fear.

She immediately turned her head to the terror-stricken Yumi with a devilish smirk.

The latter gulped after seeing the weapon on Jinshil's tight grip, swaying it around and around to tease and make the frail girl panic. But still, the lump on her throat didn't disappear, and she felt like she could choke on her own saliva and die at the sight of the deadly weapon.

"So.. Yumi.. you have two choices, it's either to drink bleach or get your head cut off. There aren't really much choices, you know, but don't you think it would be very fun if I see you die, Yumi? Everyone's 'innocent' flower who isn't really a virgin anymore, what a pity." Jinshil stated, gently running her finger across the sharp edge of the knife.

To Jinshil, Yumi wasn't even beautiful.

Someone with an extremely pale complexion, long black hair, frequently wounded skin, and an annoying small voice. She was that tortured individual whom everyone still loved, the one who runs down a sharp scissor's blade across her white skin without anyone knowing a thing. The one with the abusive mother, a lost parent, and the one who threw rocks at the edge of the cliff, wishing someone could hear her out.

"Why... did you kill him?" Yumi bowed her head down low and started to cry silently. She couldn't breathe, all she felt were invisible hands on her neck telling her to just die. "Why did you kill Woojin.. Jinshil, I love him. You love him.. too right?"

Jinshil scoffed.

"I couldn't let you be with him, sweetheart.. Just so you know, he will never be with someone like you. Suicidal, helpless, but beautiful." Jinshil's words faded in a whisper as she bent down and leaned closer to Yumi, her fingers landing under Yumi's chin as she kissed her cracked lips without any second thoughts.