I gazed at the lake in front of me. I took out my phone and started jotting down ideas in my Notes. I took some pictures of the horizon. Even though it was dark. I focused on the stars ahead.
I hummed Taehyung's favorite song and sighed, ruffling my hair with frustration. I begin walking around analyzing my surroundings. I suddenly felt a tight slap against the back of my chest. My body weakens and my knees drop to the ground. I desperately tried screaming for help but to no avail.
THIRD POV
The boy fell to the ground. Blood spilled out from his wound. A man came out of the dark. He approached the dying boy. He sat down, picked up his face, and spat at it.
Jungkook instantly realized who it was. "Y-You," Jungkook tried saying.
The man picked Jungkook up and threw him into the lake. And clean the remaining blood on the floor. He watches as blood blends in with the water and watching the body sink. He took out ammonia hoping the blood would quickly fade away. And left.
Oh, his way home he dialed his friend's number. "You have the pills?" He asked.