Jungkook was trying to lay low right now.
He sighed as he stood at his kitchen sink, wiping the dried blood off of the blade he had forgotten to clean from the events that occurred a week ago.
He didn't plan to kill Park Jimin, the boy was just at the wrong place, wrong time.
Jungkook got a thrill out of killing people, and he knew that it wasn't normal, but he couldn't care less. Most of the murders and disappearances that occurred over the past year were probably committed by the nineteen year old.
He had gotten good at covering his tracks though.
He never killed anyone the exact same way, therefore making the police believe it was multiple people instead of one.
He was confident he could get away with all he had done.
But that didn't stop his heart from racing when the face of the orange haired male he had taken the life of not to long ago popped up on his TV screen, along with a plea for anybody who had information.
It's all part of the thrill. Jungkook told himself, continuing to watch the news segment out of the corner of his eye and listen as he dried off the sharp metal. He didn't really know anything about Jimin after all.
"Twenty year old Park Jimin was found dead in an alleyway early Sunday morning last week. Park suffered multiple stab wounds, his cause of death being being blood loss."
Jungkook twirled the handle of the knife in his hands a few times before placing it back into his kitchen drawer, whistling softly as he did so.
"Park was a choreographer at BigHit entertainment, well known for choreographing the company's most known idol group. Police are asking anyone who might have information to come forward as soon as possible."
"Nope, sorry." Jungkook smirked, picking up the remote and switching channels before picking up his phone.
It was a shame that BigHit would need to find a new choreographer, but Jungkook shrugged it off. It won't take long.
He scrolled through his twitter feed as he popped a piece of bread into the toaster. He sighed once he noticed a few tweets expressing remorse towards the Park family, realizing that some of the people he was following must be close with Jimin and his family.
He did vaguely remember his friend Taehyung mentioning a 'Jimin' that he wanted Jungkook to meet, but they never did.
Jungkook wondered if they were the same guy.
He clicked on Taehyung's profile, and he only needed to read a few tweets before his question was answered.
Taehyung (RIP Jimin <3) [@taethebae]: Jimin, keep dancing up on those clouds for me <3
Taehyung (RIP Jimin <3) [@taethebae]: Such a creative and beautiful person, lost way too soon.
Taehyung (RIP Jimin <3) [@taethebae]: I'll miss you Jiminie, I hope you're keeping a close eye on us.
If Jungkook could feel remorse, it would be right around here that he would begin to feel it. Although he did frown slightly at the heartfelt words in Taehyung's tweets, he merely retweeted them before turning his phone off.
If he didn't show even the slightest bit of grieving, he might be pinned down as suspicious.
He can't have that happening.
His toast popped up and he buttered it, biting into the slice as he walked to his bedroom to get changed. He had picked up a few shifts at the coffee shop, the owner having had given Taehyung a few days off.
Jungkook now realized that this was probably time for him to grieve over Jimin.
He shrugged and picked up the apron he needed to wear into work, putting a hat on to cover his messy hair and grabbing his work keys before walking back into his living room.
He turned off the TV channel that was talking about Jimin once more, sighing and walking out the front door, locking it behind him.
He was about to step off of his porch step when a person sprinted past him and nearly knocked him off of his feet, his orange hair whipping in the wind.
Park Jimin had orange hair.
Jungkook shook his head and walked onto the sidewalk, crushing a worm beneath his shoe.
You've never let your conscience get in the way before Jungkook, let's not start now.
You're in too deep to start feeling guilty now.
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Jungkook always found it interesting how little everyone knew about the people around him.
Sure, he wished that lady to have a good day, but what if she was currently going through a crippling divorce? What if she found out she had a terminal illness?
Have a good day! He would say, and might've mocked the lady without even meaning to.
Same with Jungkook himself.
People will tip him and engage in conversation with him, telling him how much he brightened up the shop.
If only they knew that the cheery barista they loved had killed five people (and counting). Wouldn't love him so much then now would they?
Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the bell on the door chime, signalling that a customer had walked in. Recognizing them as the same sprinting male he had encountered on his way to work, his eyes were glued to the carrot coloured locks atop his head once more.
Surely it was a coincidence. Dyeing your hair had become quite big in Korea in the past few years. An unnatural colour was nothing new.
He watched the customer intently for the past few minutes, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched the man's expression grow so sad he looked as if he could cry.
Jungkook huffed and walked to the back.
"Seokjin-Hyung? Can I get one of your drinks on the house?" He called, watching as the barista eyed him quizzically.
"You're paying for it Jungkook?" He asked, the younger nodding.
"I am."
Seokjin sighed and quickly whipped up the easiest latte they had, handing it to the boy and watching as he walked over to a seemingly empty table. Shaking his head, he went back to work.
Jungkook walked over to the able and set the drink down, watching as the customer stared at him in what seemed like shock.
"You looked kind of sad, so I had my boss whip you up a drink on the house." Jungkook smiled, looking back to the kitchen and smiling at Seokjin.
The customer stared at Jungkook a moment more, before saying three words that nearly made Jungkook's knees give out.
"You killed me."
"C-Come again?" Jungkook asked, looking at the store around him. This wasn't real, right?
"You stabbed me last week when I was coming home from work. I'm Park Jimin." The voice that spoke did sound exactly like the once that was calling for help a few nights ago.
"No you're not. This isn't real. You're dead."
Jimin stood up and sighed.
"I'm a spirit, and until you turn yourself in, I'm staying like this." Jungkook watched in horror as Jimin reached out and waved his hand through the man sitting behind him, as if to prove his point.
"I-I don't care." Jungkook mumbled, picking up the latte and deciding to drink it himself. "Just leave me alone."
"Actually, no." Jimin's cold hand grabbed Jungkook's arm, making the latter nearly shriek.
(This surprised Jimim at first as well, expecting his hand to go right through.)
"You killed me." Jimin spoke, moving his face fairly close to Jungkook's, "So now I'm here to haunt you - bitch."
