Yoongi's Perspective
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It's been a week since the incident.
You know, that time when I killed a really nice girl. Yeah. The police had questioned me quite a bit. Always the same questions. I told them I had gone home right after school on that day, I wished Mijin goodbye and walked straight home. No, no one saw me walking home. No my mom wasn't home when I got there. No, I don't know where she is.
Over and over again. It felt awful, lying about this, not being able to tell anyone. It was awful
Though fact that I didn't feel guilty made the whole matter much worse. Guilty for killing my shot of having a live life. Then swallowing, litterally, the guilt. Hiding it somewhere I didn't want to know existed.
I heard a static in my head. I know it doesn't make sense but it's kept me awake for a few days now. And it won't leave. Ibuprofen doesn't help. Sleep isn't an option.
It's distracting. I haven't eaten in day. That's a lie. I've had a glass of blood, but it didn't fill me up. I wanted something more substantial. Something like Mijin.
I sat down at my lunch table staring down at a blank phone, hoping Noone would talk to me and I would just get to sit and charge. Like a human battery.
"Hey Yoongi." Like a megaphone through all the noise, I heard Jungkook's voice.
I looked up to see his fade, a comforting smile gracing his features. Something that went into his eyes. Eyes were a beautiful thing, layers that constantly change, processing the things we see into stuff that makes sense in our brain. Jungkook brought sense into my life if just for a moment.
"You good? You look awful. Hungry?" He offered me his sandwich he had braught from home. I gazed at his wrist and paled no, not here. Not him. I felt slightly ill.
"I'm good, thanks, I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom. " I said, standing up shakily.
"I'll come with, honestly Yoongi, are you sick?" Jungkook stood to follow me as I started towards the bathroom.
So many questions this week. Are you okay, are you tired, we're you with Mijin, do you know where Mijin is. Am I sick. Am I tried. Am I hungry. I am hungry.
I got to the bathroom, and run my hands underneath the automatic sinks. Splashing water on my face. Hearing water and static. Not Jungkook's footsteps getting closer, or Jungkook's heartbeat a steady healty pulse.
"Seriously Yoongi, I- " as Jungkook walked in and yhe door began to swing shut I grabbed Jungkook by the collar and pushed him too the wall. He smelled like soap, it was compforting, so I pushed my face closer to his neck to smell more of him.
"Yoongi, what the hell are you doing..."
I cut him off by pressing a hand to his mouth.
"Why are you so concerned, Jungkook." I whispered into his ear still enjoying the smell of him. I could do it again, right here. Kill another person and no one would know, except there were hundreds of people just outside the door. That was a slight problem.
"You are hungry, aren't you?" Jungkook asked, with what sounded like an amused tone. "I know Yoongi."
What could Jungkook know, there wasn't much to find out.
"What do you mean Kookie?" I looked into his eyes, his eyes looked excited and full of life, full of knowing.
"I saw you and Mijin."
Fuck.
"No, no one saw that." I spoke, backing away from Jungkook.
"I have to admit, but I don't think I could forget it. Yoongi, you didn't clean up the blood very well."
I could barely remember anything beyond Mijin jumping into the fence. Till getting home with a dead body wrapped around me.
"It's okay though, I cleaned up for you." I leaned against the opposite wall of the bathroom as Jungkook spoke, stepping closer to me.
"I want to take care of you." Jungkook stroked my cheek and I felt my body tense up. Everything was happening too fast. I couldn't think. I was too tired, too confused, too hungry.
"Let me take care of you."
And he kissed me.
It was different from our first kiss, as if Jungkook was holding back, as if he wanted me to fully comprehend what exactly was going on. Gentle, yet unhesitant, almost comforting and tender.
I melted into Jungkook's embrace, savoring the moment and his lips on mine. All the stress of the past week, everything awful and terrible was gone in a second. Jungkook held me and everything was fine.
I deepened the kiss, wanting to feel more of this bliss I had been captivated with. The embrace warming into something wilder, a way to expel the useless stress of the pressure of life.
We broke apart and Jungkook started to plant kisses all along my neck sucking in one place until he left a mark. That, that was wrong, marking was my job. I flipped Jungkook around, pressing him against the wall again. Kissing him again, feeling heat in the action.
I then broke the kiss and, started to kiss his neck in return. I was engulfed in his second and then, I couldn't help myself. I bit Jungkook. I heard him gasp a little as my teeth broke his skin then maybe a moan as the warm blood began to seep out.
"Yoongi..." Jungkook muttered almost in a euphoric manner. I was also amazed by the feelings I had been overcome with. I could hear both my own pulse and Jungkook's as I licked the fresh wound. Contentment. Comfort.
Fuck. I just bit Jungkook and tried to eat him.
Fucking shit ass cuck.
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Jungkook-"
"It's okay. " Jungkook said, inturrupting me. "I'm fine, Yoongi."
He straightened up a little running his hands over the slightly red bite marks, no longer bleeding.
"It's fine with all this."
I want to fucking cry.
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Edited 12/28/17 12:42
