Love Sick 2: The Beginnings

The Itch

Tic... Tic... Tic.... Tic...
Jungkook sat alone in his chair, twiddling with a small, stringy object between his fingers as he listened to the clock ticking away on the wall. Since the other members left for the studio earlier, he was left by himself. The silence allowed him to be alone with his thoughts... His dark, disturbed, deliciously sick thoughts.

He stared off into space as he thought about the feeling of plunging his knife into his victims chest. How they looked at him, trying to rationalize why someone like him is doing something like this to them as the light in their eyes slowly dulled and faded before snuffing out.

He lifted his busy fingers to his face and sniffed the object in his hand. It was the hair of his latest victim. The tall one... She was so beautiful. The way she really, Truly fought back for her life. The way she kept trying to escape, no matter how hopeless the situation was. Jungkook allowed the small bundle of hair to tickle his skin as he let it travel down his neck, to his unbuttoned, exposed chest, where the obvious stab marks sat against his once flawless and now imperfect skin.

Jungkook licked his lips at the thought of her and how he almost broke her... He started to feel the slight pain of regret for killing her. Contrary to what many might think, he really did love her. He knew this since he kept her alive for all of those months. He sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back into his chair, thinking. He lifted the hair to eye level, thinking about the terror in her beautiful eyes and how much he was going to miss seeing her look at him with such..... Fear.

The more he thought about her, the more he started to feel a certain itch. The very itch that wouldn't leave until he used the right tools to relieve it.

Jungkook stood up and slowly walked over to the dorms bookshelves. They were filled and almost over flowing with fan gifts, letters and even sexual paraphernalia of girls who adored them. Worshiped them, even. With the hope that one day, they'd find a distinct feature about a certain, lucky fan and fall for them. 'Precious little lambs...' He thought, maliciously.

His fingertips grazed the binders full of letters and randomly picked one of the many that had his name labeled on it.
He opened it and skimmed through the pages, looking for his lucky fan. As he flipped through the book, he noticed a picture fall from between the pages. He picked it up and sighed in nostalgia. Her pale skin and dark hair. Her smile seemed to show a certain charm that lacked confidence, but was determined to be.

Jungkook smiled at the picture, remembering all that he did, how she begged for him to let her go. How she cried when he tore her apart. Alas, he was only a beginner back then and so careless. That's how she got away... His first victim.