Kill Our Way to Heaven (Jikook) ✔

Chapter 2

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2
"ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ"

With the sound of metal clanking against metal, the tube came to a stop. Another clank and the doors opened. People rushed to the exit as if their lives depended on it, at least it gave the dark-haired boy, sitting on one side of the tube, some space. It was just a normal school day and like always Jungkook would take the public transport to university. Sometimes he would travel together with Namjoon, but today their classes started at a different time. After all, he studied music and Namjoon studied English language and literature.

And it was not like he minded travelling alone. He had grown up in a village quite some distance away from any big city, but since he had started going to university he quickly got used to the general business and the many anti-social people, like those that were currently entering the already crammed vehicle. 

One man in particular caught his attention. A man that looked only a few years older than him with hair as pale as his skin. His eyes, however, were a completely different story. They were black as a night's sky, as if even stars were too afraid to shine in them. Other people would see normal eyes but Jungkook would see their black orbs. They couldn't hide from him.

The air turned heavy with grief, anger and sadness, it was almost suffocating. Jungkook took his hands out of his pockets and laid them on his lap, noticing how they were sweating. The temperature in the tube had significantly risen. He fumbled with his slippery fingers trying to distract himself.

Ever since the angel had noticed him at the church he had been more careful around angels and demons. Every time he felt one of them was near he would turn the other way. Now, however, he didn't have a choice. The doors closed and the tube took off. There was no way out.

Jungkook kept his head low and his thoughts silent. He couldn't help but regret not telling Namjoon about the angel he had seen. Maybe he could've helped him. After all, he was the only person he had ever told about his gifts for one simple reason: he wouldn't just call him a lunatic, he was religious and open-minded. He didn't even have the heart to tell his mother. She would just send him on another trip to the school therapist like he had done so many times before.

For some reason, the fact that he was reserved and shy had everything to do with his non-existent father. He had left his mother and him just after his birth. The therapists always saw that as a sign that he needed help and guidance. Jungkook wasn't mad or sad when he found out about his father, just confused. He wished he knew why his father left. His mother always told him it was because he just couldn't deal with being a father at the time, yet everything his mother had told about him contradicted that. Caring, sensitive, thoughtful, those weren't the trades of a man who abandoned his family at the first chance.

Jungkook got knocked out of his thoughts as he felt the aura around him shift. The air grew heavier pressing any oxygen left in his lungs out into the open. Every breath he took was polluted with evil. He knew what was happening, he could only hope it wasn't directed towards him.

Carefully, he looked up. The man on the other side of the tube was staring right back at him. His black orbs were burning holes in his soul, it made him tremble the more he got affected by it. The monster's grimace just turned to a smirk as he eyed a man standing to the side.

He was wearing a tight suit and carrying a suitcase. His tie was as red as the blood trickling over his wife's pale face only a few kilometres away. Jungkook could tell what had happened. He could see how the woman's breathing became heavier and slower. He could see the people rushing towards her trying to stop her from bleeding out, all to no avail. Slowly she slipped away out of consciousness.