killer

+009

+Kim Taehyung

I watch Jungkook as he cleans the tables, examining his rippling muscles beneath his skin. How they move so easily, how they have that beautiful strong structure. A perfect, perfect meal.

At first I thought it was kind of weird how I enjoyed the squishy sound of a knife plunging into somebody's head, or the taste of them, but I got used to that by now. Its dark, but when you've been in the business for a couple years its reduced down to just your subconscious.

Yoongi explained it best, in simpler words. I thought it was pretty smart granted yoongi isnt too keen on doing the whole effort thing.

"Quit stalking me and do something," jungkooks voice enters my brain, and a towel slaps against my face. I glare at him, my teeth gritting togther. Hes grinning at me, flashing his bunny teeth. Right now, I'm hungrier than ever, and hot guy is appealing to my appetite. If I would allow myself, I'd be practically drooling due to my mouth being so watery.

"Quit swooning, come on Taehyung," he says, and I shake my head. I get off my ass, walking around the counter to help him. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as we both clean, and I bite my lip. I could pounce, right now.

But he stands up, walking over to me, and I stand up right, looking at him. Suddenly, he kisses me, shortly. If that's all the taste I'm gonna get as for now, I'll take that. But then he smiles at me, and it almost feels deadly. My stomach twists, and not the bad kind of twisting. A feeling I haven't felt in so long, and a feeling I don't want to feel. But hes still smiling, and he just looks so angelic and humane, peaceful and beautiful. And I decide,

Maybe killing Jungkook isn't the best thing to do right now.

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graphic