(Completed) Mr. Kim

38 Thirty-eight

??? Pov

"Father, What should I do? I don't know how to reach him."
My hands gripped the phone tightly, feeling my heart rate pick up.

"Son, all you have to do is join! That's all I ask."
I was silent, the both of us already knowing my continuous answer.

"No father. You know that. I don't want to join, I never will."

"And why not?"

I sighed, ready to answer the same as always.
"I'm not ready to die."

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Jungkook's Pov

My mind was at ease as I sat in front of the T.v thankful I was the only one home.
A drama was playing, but I wasn't really focused on that.

What caught my attention was the fact that the male actor kept glancing in the direction of some random male extra. Oh?

I only picked up on it because I wondered what skincare products he wore.
Must be a secret relationship, the staring goes both ways.

I turned it off, not interested anymore.

My knee started to bounce up and down constantly, but I crossed my legs.
I then started to play with my hands, but I squeezed them together, trying to stop my urge.

I could feel the oh so sharp metal blade in my hand, cutting at skin oh so perfectly.
My hands started shaking, and I closed my eyes.

I can't take it anymore!
I get up and I run the the front door, opening it and running around back to the shed. Why do I keep going back? Why can't I stop?

I slam that door open, the shiny blade still in its place, still not cleaned properly.
I fall to my knees desperately, my hands taking ahold of the blade.

I lick it, knowing what it was going to be covered in soon...

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Taehyung's Pov

I had just finished my last lecture, my briefcase in hand as I walked to my car.
I occasionally looked over towards Jungkook's dorm room, kind of missing his presence here. Of course I would miss it, I always found joy in annoying him.

I unlock my car and I slip inside, closing the door for it to make a clicking sound, essentially locking me inside.
I start the car and set my brief case down, putting both of my hands on the wheel.

Carefully backing up out of the parking lot, I start my way to my apartment.
I was humming something under my breath softy, a song hat I don't remember the name of.

15 minutes into the drive, my voice stops, and my eyes narrow.
In confusion I watch a panicked Jungkook run across the street I was stopped at. What was he doing? Where was his grandmother?

I watched him, observed, wondering what was going through his mind.
Before I could stop myself I started to park my car, getting out afterwards.

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