limerence - Jikook

5: wounds

Jm pov

Hurt him once more and you're dead. I know that voice. That low, scary voice. Deep and dark like midnight, mortifying like storm.

Who would protect me? No one knows me here besides Taehyung. But inside, near the surface, I know who that voice belongs to.

The stranger steps into the light provided by the open door of the dorm. Fuck, as I'd expected, it's him. The.. killer. I know that should scare me. He killed someone. But he let me go.. He was nice to me.. No one is ever nice to me.. He was...

"Who the fuck are you?" Baekhyun bites at the tall man, who just growls at him lowly, indicating to Baekhyun to back off. I wouldn't think it'd work, but apparently I'm not the only one that thinks the giant is scary, as Baekhyun sets two steps back.

"What the fuck man," Chanyeol calls out walking towards the stranger, trying to punch him. The man dodges the punch with a swift move, making my lips part. And within the second Chanyeol is to be found on the ground with a bloody nose.

"Shit, let's go guys," Baekhyun freaks out to his friends as they all hurry inside, including Taehyung who has just been watching with a very guilty look on his face.

The tall man steps towards me, coming a little too close in my opinion. I watch him as he inspects my face closely.

"You're bleeding, it needs to be disinfected," He says to me in an utterly calm voice as if nothing just went down. Before I know it cold air hits my face instead of the handsome mans' breath.

I see him walking away, slowly hinting at me to follow him. Before my head even thinks of the options I'm provided with, my feet catch up to him.

The whole walk is quiet, as I don't dare to say anything. As you might expect he kinda scares me... I assume we are walking back to my dorm, but the whole time one question keeps bothering me... How did he know I was here and in need of help?

Jk pov

On the walk back to his dorm, which I've located perfectly well over the past two weeks, I think over the event that just took place.

Of course I feel very self-conscious as to how invading I must be towards him now. I mean, he saw me kill someone, and suddenly two weeks later out of nowhere I save him from some drunk idiots.

Those idiots. Thinking about them makes me grit my teeth. How dare they touch him, threaten him? He did nothing wrong. What would have happened to him if I wasn't there?

Before I realize it we are in front of the dorm room. I'd leave for his sake, but I really just don't want to. I don't want to be away from him. Not yet. I want to know him first.

"u-uhh.. Thanks, for.. you know.." He stutters as he takes out his keys and unlocks the door. I can sense that he wants me gone, but out of politeness he invites me inside, with accompanying stutters.

With a low grunt I accept his offer and enter his messy dorm. There's clothes scattered everywhere. Doesn't seem like it matters to him though.

It looks as if it doesn't matter to him that his face is bleeding, as he just goes to sit down on his green puffy couch, making me raise an eyebrow. His response is to look at me questioningly, trying to find out what it is I want.

"Where is your first aid kid?" I ask sternly, lowly as usual. I hear him mouth a high-pitched put silent 'oh' as he stands up and goes to the bathroom. Within 10 seconds he appears back with a red box in his hand, handing it to me.

I find my way to the open kitchen, which is only a few steps away from my previous position and place the box on the counter, right before hinting at the pink haired boy to come over.

He seems to feel awkward, but does as I suggest, nearing me carefully. I take out some cotton and a disinfectant as he cutely hops onto the countertop so that our faces are at the same height.

Without any warning I press the cotton against his wound. The boy hisses, even though the blood has already dried. While I am doing so I take in his beautiful features. His beautiful skin. His wonderful lips.

I can't believe this boy is human. He must be an angel. He must be a gift from some superior form of life.

It's only after staring for at least a minute that I realize he's staring at me too. He seems to notice this as well, as his cheeks taint with a slight pink.

"what's your name?" I ask him, since I've been wanting to know this for the past two weeks. "Jimin," He answers. And I feel attacked. Attacked by his sweet honey voice, attacked by the cute name that belongs to the cute person.

I notice a slight smile escaping my lips. This is an unusual feeling for me, but honestly, coming from 'Jimin,' I don't mind at all. He can make me smile forever. I just want to be around him.

"I.. I.. Think.. It's only fair.. if I get to know.. your name.. too.." He stutters out. He must feel very nervous around me. It kind of makes me feel sad. I want him to feel happy, comfortable. But oh well, I am a murderer, so I guess it's pretty normal...

"I'm Jungkook," I smile at him, finishing up his wounds as I get rid of the used cotton. Jimin hops off the counter, making it obvious again how much smaller he is than I am.

"Thank you.. Jungkook," He says, but to me it sounds like a song. A melody. A sweet beautiful tune. A harmony I want to capture in my mind and play over and over again.

Suddenly I start feeling guilt wave over me. I know it's my fault, the way Jimin feels so tense, nervous, uncomfortable. I want to stay with him, but he doesn't deserve to feel this way because a crazy psycho killer won't go away...

In the end I only came here to take care of his wounds... I should probably go, I think to myself, heading towards the door as I leave Jimin without a word in the kitchen.

Right before I close the door I mutter a low "Cya." Once I'm outside the cold air hits me. I start walking towards the nearest stairs down, and the further away I get from the door, the bigger the urge gets to turn around.

I keep strong until I enter my car, feeling like an entire freak. And then I lose my calmness. "Why are you like this, Jungkook?" I almost yell at myself. "Why are you lusting after a child?" I scream, being mad as hell for the thoughts that keep entering my mind.

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