Only You | YoonKook 🔞

7

Jungkook breathed heavily as he set his surgical saw down. He quickly put the dismembered body into bags before putting them into one big bag.

He cleaned up his mess before he went and showered the splattered blood on his body off. He did his skincare routine and his hair before he walked out to his room and put on a gray jacket and gray sweatpants.

He walked out and cleaned up their drinks, tossing them into the dishwasher before he grabbed the big trash bag and his car keys.

Jungkook glanced over at his neighbor, a somewhat middle aged woman, she'd always hit on him and sure he'd flirt back but he let her know he was gay.

"You're home late." Jungkook said. His demeanor chill and zen.

"I've been out, running errands," the neighbor replied, her voice teasing and light. "And what about you, Jungkook? Working on your... hobbies again?"

He smirked, his mind momentarily drifting back to the dismembered body he had just disposed of. The thrill of the act still sent shivers down his spine, a strange mix of excitement and satisfaction. "You know me," he said, shrugging. "Always busy."

She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "You should let me help you with those hobbies sometime." Her flirtation was as bold as ever, and Jungkook felt the familiar pull of temptation. He enjoyed the attention, the chase, but there was a line he would never cross.

"Thanks, but I'm good. Just looking for some solitude tonight," he replied, keeping his tone light. "Maybe another time?"

She laughed, a sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. "You're such a tease, Jungkook. Always keeping me guessing."

With a quick wave and a sexy smirk, he turned away, making his way out of his building and into his car.

As he opened the door, he felt the weight of the trash bag in his hand, the contents hidden from the world, secrets buried beneath layers of plastic. His heart raced as he drove away, the thrill of the night still pulsing through him.

The road twisted and turned, leading him to the edge of town where the shadows danced under the flickering streetlights. It was here, in this desolate area, that he felt most alive. He pulled up to a secluded spot near the woods, far from prying eyes, and stepped out, the bag slung over his shoulder like a heavy burden.

As he walked deeper into the trees, the darkness enveloped him. The only sounds were the crunch of leaves beneath his sneakers and the distant hoot of an owl. He reached a clearing, moonlight spilling over the ground, illuminating a shallow grave he had prepared earlier.

Jungkook dropped the bag and knelt down, his heart pounding with exhilaration. He could hardly contain the surge of excitement as he unzipped the trash bag, revealing the remnants of his gruesome handiwork. The cold air mixed with the metallic scent of dried blood, sending a wave of exhilaration through him. This was his moment—the culmination of his dark desires laid bare before him.

He carefully pulled out each piece, the way he might handle a delicate sculpture, treating it with a morbid reverence. The thrill of dismemberment, the precision of each cut, flashed through his mind like a vivid dream. He remembered the first time he had gripped the surgical saw, the way it had felt in his hands, the rush of power as he sliced through flesh and bone. It was a transformation: Jungkook, the quiet neighbor, had become Jungkook, the predator.

With each piece he laid on the ground, he felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. This was liberation. The fear and desperation in his victim's eyes had ignited something primal within him—a desire for control that he had never dared to confront. He felt alive in a way he never had before, like he had finally found his true calling.

As he began to dig, the earth yielding easily to his efforts, he reveled in the solitude of the night, the darkness wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. Each shovelful of dirt felt like a step deeper into the abyss of his own psyche, a descent that both thrilled and terrified him. He was no longer just a man; he was a force of nature, untamed and wild.

When the grave was deep enough, he positioned the pieces carefully, arranging them as if laying a cherished possession to rest. He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through him, a potent reminder that he was alive and in control. As he buried the final piece, a sense of completion washed over him, an intoxicating feeling of having crossed a threshold into a new world.

Standing back, he surveyed the freshly covered grave, a secret now hidden from the world. It was a testament to his newfound freedom, a dark secret that gave him strength. Jungkook felt a smile stretch across his face, an unnatural glee lighting up his features. He was not just a participant in life anymore; he was the author of his own twisted narrative.

The rush from an almost perfect kill coursing through his veins. He needed to let out all his energy and excitement.

—

Yoongi was laying on his bed, he had been trying to sleep but he couldn't, his mind was racing with thoughts; from work, to all his bills, that he and Jimin should take a trip together somewhere, to his perfect night with Jungkook... Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

His phone buzzed next to him.

Come to the door.

Yoongi smiled as he sprang to his feet and hurried to the front door. He pulled it open and felt a rush of warmth flood his cheeks as he gazed at his incredibly sexy boyfriend leaning in the doorway.

"Jung—" Yoongi's eyes rolled back as Jungkook kissed him in a heated rush, he swiftly lifted Yoongi up and shut the door behind him.

Yoongi struggled a bit trying to keep up with him as he walked them to the older man's bedroom. Yoongi gasped as Jungkook tossed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Yoongi blushed and watched as Jungkook unzipped his jacket, Yoongi hands immediately feeling on the tight muscles and abs.

Jungkook leaned back down and captured his lips, his hands moving between them to pull Yoongi's pants and boxers off before yanking his shirt off.

Yoongi spread his legs as Jungkook pulled a small thing of lube out and put it on his fingers, rubbing him around his rim. He moaned out as Jungkook inserted his fingers, eagerly working them in and out of Yoongi until he nodded.

Jungkook quickly removed his pants and held Yoongi's legs open as he pushed inside of him.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi shouted, normally he'd keep quiet as to not disturb Jimin, but there was no way with how Jungkook was fucking him. He couldn't help but scream and moan out non-stop.

Jungkook's heart raced, a thrill still coursing through him from his earlier actions. The rush of adrenaline from the kill intertwined with the heat of the moment, intensifying his desire. Each movement was fueled by a wild energy, a primal need that surged through him like electricity.

He felt a sense of power, an intoxicating blend of dominance and passion that made every thrust feel more alive, more urgent. The boundary between pleasure and the dark exhilaration of his earlier act blurred, heightening his senses. He was lost in the moment, the thrill of control propelling him forward, making him more aggressive, more fervent.

In that intense connection with Yoongi, he channeled the raw emotions swirling within him—fear, excitement, and an overwhelming need to possess. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a perfect storm of lust and adrenaline that transformed the encounter into something primal and unforgettable. Jungkook felt alive, exhilarated, and utterly consumed by the moment.