♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 6: The Devil is on his way... towards you.♛

⚠️Warning! Graphic Depictions of Violence⚠️

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"Killing is my craze. 

But you are my fetish.

Nothing beats you."

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Jungkook's POV

It was 7:58 in the evening when we arrived at this empty and abandoned building that was located on the darker side of the city. No signs of any human beings that were living in the whole area. Who would live here anyway? It's all tall trees, shady roadways, and not even a single house.

"We're here, Mr. Jeon." Namjoon, my personal driver, told me through the rear-view mirror before he got out of the car. 

He didn't open the car door for me yet since he knew better that when I said the exact time when we will arrive, then we would arrive at that exact time. Not less than a minute, and definitely not even a few seconds late. I hate people who are way too slow. They're the worst kind in my opinion.

I raised the sleeve of my black suit and looked at my watch and decided to wait for a few more minutes. And as soon as the long hand of my wristwatch hits twelve, the car door of my side opened and I went out and walked straight on the inside of the building.

A few of my men were already lined up and they all bowed down to me as soon as I stepped on the empty and forsaken floor. No windows, no doors, not a single furniture, and not even walls to cover the inside of this old building. 

This was an old company that I happened to destroy with my power so I bought this for something useful and well... entertaining.

I stopped in the middle of the floor and stared at this man whose eyes immediately widened, a look of obvious horror shone in his fearful gazes. I plastered a wicked grin in return. He definitely knows what was coming in his way.  

"D-Don't do this Mr. Jeon! Please, please! I have a family! I will pay for everything! Just g-give me a week, please! Please, Mr. Jeon!" Does this guy think that I am fucking stupid?

My men were holding onto his shoulders, pressing it hard so he would stay kneeling in that floor with his chained wrists and ankles. I signaled them what to do next and so they dragged that disgraceful human and attached his body onto that rounded wooden wheel behind him, his hands and feet were tied up on chains in every corner. He was yelling and pleading for his life.

What a shame.

My eyes landed on the table with my favorite toys on it. People usually think of toys as things made up of plastic or cute fluffy stuff and other shitty things. But my toys are made up of lethal and sharp pieces of blades. I fancy things that cause pain to people anyway. 

And killing is definitely a craze that I happened to love.

"Didn't I give you a month already, Mr. Han? But why is my money still not here, may I ask?" I stated without having any eye contact as I grabbed the sharpest looking throwing knife on that table. I finally looked at him and this time I smiled at how he smelled. How calming, I can smell his fright over here.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS! I HAVE NO MONEY YET! BUT I WILL--" 

*Swoosh* I launched my Perfect point PAK-712-12 throw knife and it landed on his left arm calve that caused him to bawl loud, crying his pain out. The blood from his skin easily dripped and I smiled.