*I know I put a warning at the start for violence but this is a lot more.. Touchy. If you're not comfortable with reading about self-harm then I advise you skip this chapter.
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"P-Please! Let g-go!"
Jungkook would never admit it, but he hated being alone.
Why? Because when he's alone it become a whole lot harder to suppress the desire he had. He never had good will-power, which would be the reason he was staring into the eyes of someone who was fighting for their life. "P-Please!"
Jimin had left a few hours prior and it was just too hard to hold back. He really didn't want to do this, but he felt that he had to.
He didn't release the grip he held on the stranger's throat, frowning slightly as he heard them take in short gasps of breath as they struggled to breathe. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, adjusting the mask he wore with his other hand.
He made a internal promise to himself that he wouldn't kill after the last person he did but.. He was never good with promises. It was an unstoppable urge that clawed at him until he succumbed to it.
He knew it was wrong, and he knew he'd regret it, he also knew the huge toll it would take on him, and he most definitely knew that he'd be disappointing Jimin if he went through with it...
But he was doing it anyway.
The boy couldn't be too old, definitely not older than Jungkook himself, he also wasn't any stronger; as proved by his weak kicks and scratches that weren't doing anything in his favor.
He was about to finish him off, tighten his grip and cut off his air supply completely. Maybe just snap his neck to get the job done quicker.
- But he didn't.
His grip weakened, eyes widening as he watched his hands begin to shake. The boy took this chance break free and to run off, Jungkook not even noticing as he brought his shaking hands close to his chest. He seemed to be rooted to his spot as his breaths became more laboured, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Sometimes good people do really bad things."
"I know that you don't want to do what you do."
"Hyung I'm so sorry.." Jungkook sobbed out softly, covering his mouth with his trembling hands to quiet his cries. "Please don't hate me.
P-Please."
Jungkook allowed his tears to drip onto the concrete below him as he took a deep breath and tugged his hood back over his head. He could still feel tears slipping underneath the mask he wore but he didn't give it any attention as he walked home.
"You're weak Jungkook."
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip.
"I-I'm sorry mom."
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"Why am I like this?!"
Jungkook's sweater and mask lay discarded on the floor as he gripped harshly as his own hair, pacing back and forth in the living room. "You were doing so well! Now you're throwing away what you do for a stupid spirit?"
Jungkook wanted to take back his words as soon as they left his mouth. Although Jimin wasn't currently there to hear him say them, it still felt wrong.
