Imperium [BTS]

Prologue

[Warning already stated in book description, if you are not a fan of dark themes you should turn around now.]

The wooden chair scraped on the cold, tiled floor as Jungkook decided he had enough of Jin's lecture on not going outside without permission. He had heard it many times before, and he was tired of it. He forced his feet to move until he was in front of the ajar door labeled 'Maknaes'. He stepped inside and gently shut it behind him, not wanting to break it once again. He walked past Taehyung's bed, ignoring his attempts to catch the younger's attention. Jimin was out late, which was normal for him these days, and Jungkook knew he probably wouldn't be back for another few hours.

He plopped down on the bed farthest from the door and grabbed his phone, sighing. He decided to check his messages, though he knew it would probably be pointless. As always, there was nothing new. He just wanted someone to talk to him that wouldn't call him small or innocent, someone who wouldn't think of him as just a clueless kid in need of assistance at every moment. However, that would've been a miracle.

People always asked if he was okay, yet he told them the opposite of the truth every single time. If having urges to lash out at people and cause harm to others when they treated him differently was okay, he was great. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he just wanted to prove he has matured. He wasn't their small, carefree maknae. No, he was an adult and they were to treat him like one.

He turned in his bed, thinking of the things he could do to show them. He smiled at his own insanity, from the thoughts of their blood dripping down the walls to wondering what it might taste like. He longed to hear their screams, to see their faces when he brings a knife into their chest. Hell, he imagined his blankets as their skin. The cute and lively Jungkook was gone, replaced with blood lust and horrible desires.