ღHit and runღ

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♧'We're here on the scene of the crime, paramedics and emergency vehicles have only just arrived where the horrific event of stabbing occurred in Naebu only an hour ago, police have advised everyone to stay inside tonight until further notice since there has been no trace of the culprit so far. Though the victim of the stabbing is in critical condition but is being tended to as i speak, but we will be updating as time goes on...'

Blank eyes stared at the obnoxiously bright screen, flashing with images of the victim's situation, just like last nights. same death, same time and same damned wounds. It was almost like the night repeats itself, slowly becoming a never ending cycle. Jungkook fell backwards onto his bed, his hands raking down his face slowly as he let out a deep groan, earning a mocking yet hushed chuckle from the boy next to him.

"Whats up with you?" Questioned the boy who sat crossed legged alongside Jungkook on the tiny stained mattress they shared, paper and eraser shavings coating his lower half, his head buried deep into his homework analysing each and every word. His glasses delicately balanced on the tip of his nose as he glanced towards the other, stifling another chuckle at Jungkook's current expression.

Jungkook kicked himself back up, his hands keeping him upright. 

"Taehyung don't you find this... weird?"

"Find what weird?"

Jungkook clicked his tongue at the older, his attention now back onto the almost pocket sized television, the victims wounds were on display oozing with red. This stuff never made him cringe or look away in fear, it always managed to draw him closer, his shaky pupils inspecting every single little detail the wound had- Taehyung never seemed to mind his friends obsession with these sorts of things, it never concerned him to the fact where he'd refer Jungkook into a mental institution, even if there were times where he was thoroughly concerned for the lack of Jungkook's sanity. 

"This! It's happening more frequently.."

Taehyung grunted in response, hardly taking any interest into what the boy was trailing on about as per usual. 

"Police haven't done anything about it.."

Another grunt.

"It can't possibly be the same person committing this, can it?"

Silence. 

Taehyung placed his homework down neatly in front of him, placing his pencil and eraser symmetrically besides one another, then dusting the shavings off from his pants he stood up. 

"You overthink too much Jungkook, I'll be back I just need more water.." Taehyung stared intently down at Jungkook, his hands settling themselves on his waist, his shoulders looking tense. "And please, for the sake of your future... study" 

And with that Taehyung strolled out the cramped rectangular room.

Watching the older leave made Jungkook let out a little sigh as he sunk back down into the mattress, he knew this wasn't right, and he knew it was more than meets the eye- why won't people listen to him? 

His eyes lazily scanned through Taehyung's neat writing, becoming slightly envious at how he could keep the motivation for upcoming exams, his best friend certainly was something. Taehyung was neither smart nor dumb, he could tie a lace but couldn't untie it, he was special... And if anything were to happen to him, Jungkook wouldn't know what to do. with himself or his life as Taehyung was one of the few things holding him up.

And man was he grateful.

But sometimes it feels like nothing he says gets heard, it was almost like his voice was taken from him, everyone unable to hear a single little thing he says. Jungkook always wonders why he bothers, sure Taehyung just wanted the best for him, but aren't friends supposed to.. listen? In hopes his voice gets heard one day, Jungkook inhaled sharply as he felt exhaustion take over, his body becoming numb.

He should rest.

Closing his eyes with hands behind his head- 

"JUNGKOOK AH YOUR DISHWASHER IS LEAKING!"

Yeah, maybe later.♧  

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I'm sorry if my writing is lacking, i'll try and improve it!(ง •̀ω•́)ง✧