Jungkook placed his phone down on the counter after he finished texting with the younger. He looked at the bloody knife in his hand, shaking his head, then turning on the tap water. He let the water run for a minute, letting the water heat up. He knew what he was doing didn't seem right, but he did these things for a reason. He wants to protect the ones he loves and the ones that are closest to him. Anyone that gets in his way of him, family, or friend, he would slowly track them down, then kill them. He didn't want bad people in his life or others. He wanted to keep people happy. He was quite a nice person to be around. He wanted to keep things that way. He did what he did only at night time just because its a little bit easier than daylight hours. Though at night was usually the only time Taehyung had time off to talk since he worked at a small cafe and got off around 6. So sometimes they didn't really get in as much words as they wanted with each other, but they always made time for each other. No matter what. Jungkook eventually got the knife as clean and dry as he could, walking back up to his bedroom and placing it in the dressers drawer. He had killed a older man today. Probably in his late 50's. This man was known as 'The Hanger'. He would hang innocent people of any age. He's been wanted for a few years now, and Jungkook was just able to catch the man who hung the innocent. He hated this man for doing what he did. It was wrong. He took off his white tee and black jeans, walking in the bathroom with the white, marbled tiles. He stripped off his last piece of clothing, his boxers, then hopping in the hot shower. After about a 30 minute shower, he got out, drying himself off and putting on something a bit comfy so he could relax. He walked back down to the kitchen grabbing his phone, then flopping down on the couch. He thought for a while, suddenly his eyes widening as he got an idea. "Perfect!! Taehyung would love this!". He smiled, feeling oh so happy. "I should call him. Tell him so that he would be prepared. Maybe i can stay with him?" He asked himself as he got a bit more comfortable on the couch. "I hope he would be okay with that. Though theres nothing wrong with a hotel"
