C H A P T E R
F I F T Y N I N E
Jungkook's POV
"Good evening, notekook!" A man's voice broke the quiet atmosphere. I turned around to see him, he's wearing a white shirt with gray sweatpants.
He looks like an addict, so far away from the way he wore his clothes. And it seems like he's younger than me. I hope he's not gonna notice that the man infront of him is Jeon Jungkook.
Looks like he's an obsessed fan, I expected him to be a woman though.
I shrugged away my thoughts and focused on my target.
"Good evening, too. Let's go and find something that we can sit on." I calmly said, changing my voice a little bit.
"Sure!" He agreed.
We found a swing and sat on it.
"About your plan." I started the conversation, I looked at him and saw him looking at me too.
He smiled, "oh yeah, I suppose you already know her?" He asked.
That smile was creepy it sent shivers on me. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren't helping either.
I should finish this immediately.
I nodded without breaking my eye contact with him. He grinned and looked down.
"I'm gay for him that's why I'm doing this. You are as well, am I right?" He uttered and looked at me again. I nodded without any hesitations.
Don't tell me he's gonna say how he got into the fandom...
"What's your plan then?" I immediately questioned before he could tell the story of his boring life.
He laughed sounding like a demon, this man sounds so crazy, "simple, stab her with a knife and throw a match to her dead body."
