BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jungkook: Nightmare

Yaaaaaay

Me: Who wants a demon Jungkook?

Me to me: HOLY SHIET FREAKIN ME PLEASE

Sorry for the really long update. I hope the violence in this makes up for it.

The knife comes down and finds its mark. Just for insurance you push with extra effort into his chest. He gurgles and jerks, catching your eyes. You smile painfully at him.

The wound in his chest spreads a red before the liquid touches your hand and soaks itself onto you. The coolness of blood forever tainting you as a murderer.

"(Y/n)," he struggles and tries to reach his arm towards yours. You take a step back and shake your head.

However, you knew in the darkest part of your mind that Jungkook was strong. He was a tough cookie. There was no way he was going to give up on you just yet.

He stood up from his place at the table he sat at and takes one step. Horrified, you stumble back and trip on your one feet, landing on your bum. Your eyes were fixed onto his brown ones. The painful strike came when you saw the look of betrayal and sadness behind those cute eyes. Tears begin to weld up in your own. Your fingers entangles with the soft carpet projections beneath your hands.

"(Y/n)..." he gurgles again.

"Please forgive me." You stand up and quickly dart towards him the knife embedding itself into his chest. You quickly pull it out, causing Jungkook to jerk with ferocity. You rear the knife back for another blow and it makes its way towards his slender and muscular neck.

It reaches the target.

You didn't know it would be like the movies, where the blood would explode everywhere. It was more vivid than you had ever imagined.

Jungkook began to choke, hand reaching for the knife, but only slipping from all the blood. His quivering lips contrasted his rapidly paling face, body hunching with effort.

He tries to form words, but you know his starting to drown in his own blood, an almost pitiful way to die.

Almost.

You push his knees, causing him to fall. His hand takes a vice grip on your shirt, pulling you down with him.

"I..." He chokes. "I...be back..." then he face plants onto the marble floor.

"Good bye, you bastard." You sneer at his fallen form. At the back of your mind, however, you felt sad. Jungkook was such  the type to never hurt a fly, yet he was the one secretly blackmailing everyone and forcing them to commit suicide. He even told your best friend to drown herself because she couldn't achieve that scholarship she had put so much effort into.

He was a manipulator. Sooner or later he was going to get to you too, despite the fact that you were closest to him.  You hatched a plan and wanted to finally bring him to his knees. To know that you had the power to control him; there was no way he was going to hurt anyone no longer.

You stood up and brushed off your knees. Eyes catching your bloody hands and clothes before you sigh pitifully.

You turn back to the body and placed the knife into Jungkook's grip, making it look like a suicide.