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Monday; September 23, 10:05PM Art Class
Jungkook's P.O.V
He's so ethereal, so delicate, all mine.
But, no Jungkook not now. Not yet. I have to wait for him to come to me and allow me to hold him in my arms.
Just the thought of it makes me tingle in satisfaction. We were made for each other.
I'm the person who has been caring for my beautiful angel.
No, it's not stalking if you think it is. I'm only watching him for his safety. I love him so much that I even care for him when he doesn't notice? Nothing but warm love from me, a caring Jungkook.
I've been watching over Taehyung for almost three years now. Ever since I saw him on the first day of his freshman year. I bumped into him on my way back home and he fell on top of me.
I would rip out heads to wake up with him sleeping in the same bed as me. Plus, the moment we locked eyes I knew it was destiny. It's like those omega and alpha fanfictions, we are mated.
I get to see Taehyung finally after pleading Father to enroll me in his high school. Father doesn't bother. He enrolls me anyway. He knows a mess I'll make if he doesn't follow what I say.
After all, he was just like me. Insane for his very own prized possession, Mother. She had seemed to accept his love for a long time.
But with love, there, always, appears a cost.
Mother never fully loved Father.
He had drugged her.
Making her think she was genuinely infatuated with him. Though, like any other, the drug had worn off. Mother realized the situation she was in and left. It left him heartbroken and fully insane.
He became drunk, started to cry and yell at night, and began abusing the staff at our residence.
One day, he went completely mad when he saw her with another man. Father tracked her down and killed her, with the amount of craziness in his mind.
I would never do the same with Taehyung. I'd be scared too. What if one day I'd kill Taehyung from insanity?
I'd kill myself too then.
That's why I'll be waiting for him to come rushing into my arms. I want Taehyung to genuinely love me without any drug or trick. I believe he can do it. It's just a matter of time and patience, no worries.
I stroll into a classroom with this old guy, who I think is the headmaster. I gave up giving attention to anyone, because who cares?
As we walk in, everything becomes quiet, as if you could drop a pin and hear every time it bounced on the ground. Students stare like a pack of raccoons looking for a late night snack. I look towards them, searching for only one person.
There he is, I found him, my Kim Taehyung.
He's looking at me with big doe eyes to die for. I could just break into a tiny ball from his stare. I look at the seat next to him, and I see a freak also interested in my entrance.
That boy is a threat already, and all threats should be eliminated.
"For now, Jeon sit next to Hoseok. Right there in the empty seat behind Kim and Park."
The nearest seat next to them was what I've prayed for. I quickly m walk to my seat, glancing at my angel for one last look, only to carelessly sit down. I had already forgot who I sat next to and slumped on my desk, watching the back of my angel's head and counting each hair.
"Hey Jeon! My name's Hoseok, I'm your hope, you're my-"
"Don't care. Don't talk to me for the rest of the semester and just stay away." I'm not wrong, my only mission is to get Taehyung to love me, not to make friends.
"Friends" are only there to break you down.
They plan to hurt you without letting you know their intentions. There's a rarity of a genuine friend. There is such things as "gossip" Father has told me about. It's meant to ruin someone's career with out their full knowledge of it ever happening.
"Chill out dude..." I hear the boy next to me mutter in a sullen manner.
For the rest of the time, I gawk at my angel. Until he looks back at me, giggling. But he sadly stops laughing after locking eyes with me.
Shit I must've stared too hard, noted.
My eyes wander all over his porcelain face, trying to savor every moment of him looking at me. But all I see are his chocolate brown eyes looking at me with confusion and just a hint fear.
"U-uh sorry!" He says, snapping back to watch the lesson upfront.
Am I that creepy? I'll keep that in check for next time. But, wow, "Such gorgeous eyes," I mumble, 'Hoseok' turning to me with a weird expression. "I wish I could look at those golden eyes for the rest of my life."
And it will happen. Because I'm Jeon fucking Jungkook of course.
Even if it means blood is going to be all over my walls, starting with that puny boy right next to Taehyung. I hear his name is Park Jimin?
I'll keep him an eye on him.
That boy has to know his place. That Kim Taehyung can only be mine, he was made for Jeon Jungkook to have.
I'll have to ask a favor from him. He'll hear me out.
