Mental-Taekook

~25~

I feel like my last chapter was so poorly written, I apologise for that and I'll try and do much better this chapter, and if you're getting confused or wondering why it doesn't make sense, there is an explanation, obviously this book you have to read every chapter to get it, and there was a need in the last chapter I promise

There was a time, when I was alone, no where to go no place to call home, getting in trouble was the only thing I'd like to do, usually hanging out with, misfits, but behind all that I had no one, until I met you again, jeon Jungkook that's what they call you, I promise that you'll never be lonely,

You can't be, everyone loves you, and I promise you, loneliness drives you mad,

you're no body, till somebody loves you, it's your choice when no body wants you,

You'll know I'm not kidding when I'm gone too, but I'll never fully die, no ones going to forget me, they can't, who could forget a psychotic killer? I have fan, and hate pages, but all publicity is good publicity, whether you want me dead, or on a throne, either way, I'm in charge of what the public's doing, because at the end of the day they're following what I'm doing, and I like it that way.

But I forgot to say.

Welcome Jungkook, to my version of hell, hiding alone, in this goddam apartment, wondering if anyone would even care if you didn't leave for a year, but in fact people do care about you, you are loved, you think you know so much, when in reality, you know almost nothing,

Intelligence isn't always about sums, common sense comes in handy too, knowing how to kill, hurt and escape from others, helps a lot, they should teach you that in school, instead of what 'x' is, I chuckled, As I look down at him, curious on if he knows him here, watching him peacefully sleep, where nothing can hurt him.

He's such an idiot, but there's something that makes him different,

I have respect for him,

And it's grown a bit,
He didn't seem to even flinch around me, he's been through a lot, so fucking much, yet, he's still brave in the face of danger, hasn't shed a tear

But maybe that's what makes us similar. Maybe he can't show his weakness either,

Because then what is he?

Just another detective that wanted to explore the mind of a mad man.

I look at his body, covered in marks of what hoseok left there, he's been touching- hurting what's mine, mine to touch, mine to keep, how dare he, his touch is to be worshipped, blessed upon you, I ran my finger down his tan, muscle defined chest, so strong physically, but almost everyone is weak emotionally, because everyones human, but some less than others,

I walked in the kitchen, sliding my suit blazer on, before grabbing my knife, unlocking then locking the door as I walk out,

Someone's going to die today, die today, die today,

Someone's going to say goodbye today, goodbye today, goodbye today,

I had almost a skip in my step as I walked down that infamous street, I've lost count of the number of men and women who've died on here, the majority, well, let's just say I know exactly how and when and why they died,

"You're not allowed to carry knives around,"

I slid out a wad of cash, handing it to the random man,

"Are you bribing me?"

"Of course, what did you think I was just randomly giving you money? Jesus christ you people," I sigh, looking away, "you taking it or not, i  advise you do, before i use the knife."