I felt so guilty holding Taehyung gently on my bed while only a few hours earlier I was covered in blood.
Taehyung has me think so much that I just had to go out to release my stress.
After killed the man I looked into his eyes and I felt like crying.
I've never felt this way before.
I only saw Taehyung's face, and that made me sick to my stomach.
I couldn't look at the body as I cleaned up.
I hid the body and quickly walked home to change.
As I took a shower and dried myself I could hear Taehyung's loud laughter from downstairs. And for the first time, tears fell out of my eyes for a completely different reason other than stress.
Guilt.
All I felt was guilt.
Looking at Taehyung made me feel guilt.
If I told Taehyung about it I know he would report me.
Every time I come home after a kill he always looks at me weirdly.
He's still suspicious of me.
Since then he's been making weird phone calls through the day, waving me off when I ask him what's wrong as soon as I hear yelling.
I don't know how he pulled it off, but he's never looked desperate, unlike me. I'm always desperate. Desperate for things to be normal, desperate for Taehyung's attention, the word desperate has always been apart of me.
Even as I child I was desperate. Desperate to make friends, to not sit alone, to help my mother....
"Jungkook? What's on your mind? You've been a little lost lately, I can tell."
Without a thought tears spilled from my eyes.
His words broke my wall like a dam breaking because it held too much water.
I start to softly cry on his shoulder, and Taehyung moves his hand around me.
My heads now in his chest as my crying gets louder, my emotions all over the place as I think about my desperation and guilt.
"It's ok Jungkook. Everyone needs to cry, even you. You're no different. You're human."
I continued to cry.
Human. Human was what I wanted to be.
But I couldn't. I'm not human. I'm a fucking monster.
Three minutes later my crying died down to a minimum, only small tears slipping out along with me sniffing slightly.
I pull back from Taehyung with my head down, wiping my eyes.
"Thanks." I whisper gratefully.
Taehyung grabs my hands and I look up.
I look into his eyes, and I see no guilt, that determination still there. That desire to do what he want to do.
I want that desire.
I want his determination.
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Lynn~~
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(Completed) Mr. Kim
Fanfiction(Editing)(2021) Old title: Face When in a world where to define your destined soulmate, you both have to have the same mark in different places on your body. But, what happens when Jeon Jungkook has his mark on his face? And what happens, when thing...
