Jennie smiled as she tightened her grip around Lisa's waist, her head resting comfortably on Lisa's chest. Lisa felt warmer than any blankets she had ever slipped into.
"How can you be so warm in such a freezing night?" Jennie asked curiously.
"I mi...
A/N: this is one hell of a chapter. long as fuck. don't forget to play the song, you know the drill ;) enjoy!
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TRIGGER WARNING!!! (Mention of suicide + violence)
/THIRD PERSON POV/
"I think they broke up," the woman said, cleaning her knives.
Jungkook snapped his head toward her, frowning, "How do you know?"
Krystal shrugged, "Her eyes look different today. Dull. Sad."
"That doesn't necessarily mean they broke up," Jungkook scoffed.
"I've been watching her for weeks now, Jungkook. She never looked like this. Not even when her father died. And after her one week getaway with Kim? She should be anything but this."
Jungkook bit the inner of his cheek for a moment, processing Krystal's information. "So? Where does this leave us?"
"They're making it easier for us," Krystal smirked, putting the now clean, shiny blade on her desk. She heard Jungkook getting closer until he was right beside her, both staring into the dark sky. "They're weaker when apart."
"So, it's Kim now, right? I can handle her,"
"I know," Krystal said, facing Jungkook. "But after I have my fun with her."
Jungkook frowned, staring down at Krystal who had her signature smile on her face. "What, you think I can't do that?"
"No, I mean, I'm just wondering how. You're not planning to... you know, that, right?" Jungkook asked, a part of him horrified of what Krystal might do to their new suspect — she's still a psycho no matter what.
"No. I'm not in the mood. And if, if I'm ever going to do that, it's going to be right in front of Manoban's face," Krystal said. "I'd love to see her reaction."
Jungkook felt his stomach dropped, but he brushed it off. The thought of Krystal slicing and cutting open —
"I only plan on having this blade on Manoban's neck," Krystal said, disrupting Jungkook's thought. "To have her skin cut open, her blood spilling out from the artery... oh, it's going to be beautiful. And I won't have to clean it ever again. I'm going to wear her blood as a trophy. As a reminder of a great Alpha who died on my hands."
"I'd love to see that, too," Jungkook whispered, his eyes darkening with hatred.
"Anyways, about Kim," Krystal said, reordering her knives from the smallest to biggest. "She's the most vulnerable now. Emotionally, mostly. Kim, just like me, is also a woman. And when a woman is emotionally vulnerable... just a little tap would push her to jump from a cliff. Free fall. To meet her end."
"You sure about that?" Jungkook asked. "I mean, suicide?"
"Not instantly," Krystal shrugged. "But I know her weak spot. Her head. And when I mess with her head..."
