Blood || Jikook

cinq

   today was the day, the day that would determine his future. to say he was nervous would be an understatement. jimin was pacing the room, thinking of what to say to here the words, "you're hired" and get on with his life. he stopped all of a sudden and thought back to the online application. maybe i should be happy and smile a lot, jimin thought deliberately. jimin then went on youtube to watch interviews and get ideas and tips.

   jimin just woke up from a five hour nap, one he wish he didn't wake up from. he forcefully lifted himself up from bed and walked over to his bathroom. he took a look at his reflection in the mirror, observing every little detail on his face, from the hairs on his face to the faint moles. jimin knew, someone out there was having their last breath, their last smile, and their last touch. the killings still haven't stopped, people were simultaneously walking out on the streets and fearing for his life. he was surprised to see that cafes were still opened. probably would be their last meal.

   jimin turned on the shower and made it as hot as possible, he w anted to practice burning in hell, since that's where he was headed to. jimin's done horrible things to both deserving and undeserving people. he knew what he did was wrong, but after all the inspiration from the killers he'd discover online he couldn't help but do what he did. of course he stopped, he even tried to confess to the priest but the priest quickly shut him out. 

   once he stepped out of the shower he felt a wave of coldness rush over his naked body. he did quite mind since he loved the heat. he brushed his tangled hair, using a dryer to make it seem more fluffy. 30 minutes worth of fancying himself up, he was ready to go.

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jungkook has never been more eager. the sun was out and the people were thriving. the streets were full of color and joy, and how much jungkook wanted to put an end to that. he put his hood on and hung his head low, giving him not so much attention which he found displeasing. he always loved the attention. whether good or bad, doesn't matter. you see, jungkook has always been one of a kind. he craves the opposite of what most people want. while majority liked milk chocolate, he preferred white chocolate. while majority liked sweet tea, he preferred unsweetened tea. while majority liked pizza with no pineapple, he preferred pineapple on pizza (him being a nasty ass hoe). 

   jungkook wasn't friendless, he always found some sort of company along the way, whether it be hookups or actual friendships. he did find himself to be quite lonely sometimes, which he didn't mind since he had some important business to finish. as he walked, he heard grunts and whimpers from afar. he walked faster, hoping to get a good look at what they were doing.

"help! someone help me, please!" the voice of a lady screamed out, as she was being beaten terribly. the man trying to grab her purse.

"well, should i?" he asked himself. grinning maliciously.

he decided to help the poor, desperate lady out during the night. this is why jungkook loved the nighttime. but, before he turned, he saw the back of a very familiar pink-haired boy walk into his favorite café. it was as if he wasn't bothered by the horrific screams coming from the lady.

scratch that. he was going to the café. 

"you monster! fucking asshole you are!" was the last thing jungkook heard before the sounds died out.