(Completed) Mr. Kim

39 Thirty-nine

Taehyung Pov

I run after him, several scenarios running through my mind. I couldn't pinpoint which one could be reality, so I just stuck to chasing him down.
What exactly was he doing though???

As I ran I caught sight of his back, and something shiny in his hand.
I almost tripped. What the fuck? He has a knife?!! I almost stopped in my tracks from shock.

Why the fuck does he have a knife!
What is he planning on doing?
Jungkook stops running and his head turns in my direction, his eyes locking on mine.

He has on a dark expression, darker than usual. What was happening to him.
"Jungkook? Are you alright? I uh, saw you running in the middle of the street. Where's your grandmother? Do I need to call her?"
I ask all fo this while ignoring the clear knife in his hand, not wanting to know if it had blood on it or not.

Jungkook turns around to face me head on, raising his knife so the tip was pointed up, taking a few steps towards me. It was clean, good. But why was he approaching me ever so slowly?

I didn't move, too scared and curious about his intentions. What would he do if I didn't move? Would he place the knife inside of me? Would he even use it?
He then was right in front of me.
A few feet was in between us, my heart rate high as he lowered the knife.

The tip was now pointed at me.
My eyes moved from the knife to his face, noticing that his eyes seemed pitch black under his bangs, his expression terrifying.

"Jungkook, you don't want to do that. You really don't. Please, don't, don't do it."
He tilted his head, a smile coming out to play on his lips. Smiling? Should I have him go to a doctor?

"Really...."
His voice dragged, a raspy ting to it.
"Why should I listen to you?"
He steps closer, the knife tilting my head up as it was under my chin. Is he really going to use it?

Jungkook was chest to chest with me now, his other hand around my waist.
My heart was beating out of my rib cage, my body slightly shaking. My God....he was terrifying.

This wasn't the Jungkook I know...
"If I so ever jerk this blade upward, you would bleed to death and die."
My eyes started to water. Jimin...

He tightened his hold around my waist.
His head moved forward, making its home in between my neck. He breathed in deeply, making my breath stop as I waited for his next move.

I didn't move, but more like couldn't.
He removed the knife, and I held my breath still, not letting go until he would be a good distance away from me.

He then pressed it on my neck and put pressure on it, I started to panic even more.
"Jungkook!! Please don't do that!! Please!" I started to tear up.
"I'm not Jungkook." Is what he replies, before on my lower neck he presses and drags, letting my skin tear apart slightly.

He did just enough for blood to spill out, and I felt the sting.
Suddenly, something wet was over it, and I gasped. What the fuck he doing!!

Jungkook licked my wound, slowly and harshly, making me squeeze my eyes shut.
He stops though, tasting the blood in his mouth as he watches a small trail of blood trickle down my chest.

He goes back in, but instead starts sucking the spot where my cut was.
I felt immense pain, and I let out a small cry and he continued to do it. Why couldn't I push him away? Why couldn't I move?!

He stopped, the knife rested at my chest moving away from me.
I open my eyes, to see him staring up at me.

He backs away, leaving me to think straight, slowly backing away also.
He turns, running down the street before turning a corner not once looking back at the devilish Ed state he put me in.

I dropped to my knees, my breathing heavy.
What the fuck did I just uncover??

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Jungkook =?

Lynn~~