A/N: I have a character, like completely written out with Jungkook, I've just never been able to use him but here's a little something starring him.
By the way, I'm doing a terrible job referring to Yoongi's outfit from their comeback show on their channel. I am absolutely in love with that outfit and all those accessories on him probably way more than I should be to be honest...
Enjoy! ♡
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His laugh could be heard echoing the halls, a sad yet terrifying sound as it danced alone in the silence. There was a dryness to the laughter, the faint sound of something shattering underneath it all. When the laughter stopped, he couldn’t stop crying.
Everything felt so bittersweet.
He’d just wanted a little love and yet no one really seemed to be willing to give that to him. It had all been a story, a facade and he had fallen for it. In the end though, he’d come out on top. That was all that mattered. He was too young in the beginning anyway to have known any better; all he could do was take the first hand that was offered to him since he was alone anyway and no one seemed to want to take him in. He wasn’t hard to please. He never had been but, now, he felt incredibly broken.
He stands, despite how weak his legs feel, nothing more than a dagger in his hand. He’d had a gun at some point but had tossed it aside when it ran out of ammo. Where he got the dagger, he can’t remember. He’s covered in blood either way though. A simple white button-down tee shirt that hangs off of his frame, despite how thick and defined his muscles are. As he stands, his shirt moves enough to see gray boxer briefs underneath, a dark gray with a lighter shade of gray for the waistband, Emporio Armani across the band in the same shade of gray as the lower part of the undergarment. Once completely on his two feet, the underwear are covered again, some of the blood from his shirt mixing with what blood was already on his legs and running down to his feet. He isn’t sure where he’s going at first but he soon hears a sound that distracts him from said thoughts.
The mansion is huge and it’s been quiet for a long time now, at least it feels like it’s been a long time. He’s accomplished his mission to eliminate everyone in the mansion, or at least so he thought. With weak hands, he’s grabbing for the dagger which he’d apparently dropped to make an effort to stand, and then goes to follow the sound, practically dragging his legs as he tries to find the source. What he doesn’t expect is a face that he’s never seen before entering the home.
“W-Who are you,” he asks in Japanese.
The male at the entrance looks up at him, pale as a ghost with raven hair that makes his skin seem even brighter, as though he’s glowing. His eyes are dark, matching his hair from what it seems as he inches closer down the steps. The stranger is shorter than him, which he can tell as he reaches the bottom of the staircase. The dark-haired male is scanning him over, well, more like looking through him. The black shirt the stranger is wearing catches the moonlight now from a different angle and he can tell that the top is velvet, jeans white and lightly destroyed with chains and rings hanging from a few different places, the denim matching the thick white trim of his sleeves and of the collar of his shirt and how it runs down the front where the buttons hide. Just like his black dress shoes, the moonlight also catches all the little accessories he’s wearing from his earrings to his bracelets, along with the rings he’s wearing and the rhinestone-strap black collar that shows where his shirt is open. There’s an air about him that’s haunting but delicate.
Regardless, anyone that enters the house will have to die, so he charges at the male, a hand coming and gripping at the blood-covered male. It’s not a grip that he can’t break out of, not usually anyway. His body is too weak to fight now though and so he drops to his knees. The stranger quietly instructs the other male away before stepping closer and curling his finger under the male’s chin, tilting his head up so they were looking in each other’s eyes.
“Where’s Junghyun,” the stranger asks but nothing is said in return and the male on his knees feels a spike of fear run down his spine with the look that he gets.
“Who are you?”
“Yoongi,” the stranger answers sharply in a low voice as he stands erect again, hand falling before slipping into his pocket, “Your name.”
“...J-Jungkook,” he answers, gaze lowered.
“Ah, I’ve heard about you,” Yoongi speaks before glancing around the house and then back at the male on his knees, “Where’s Junghyun?”
“I don’t know...” He replies and there’s a hint of irritation in his voice, a broken scream caught in his throat because he just wants to rid himself of everyone and everything but he knows that he can’t.
Yoongi doesn’t say anything at first, observing the other for a while before holding a hand out to him, “You’re coming with me.”
“Wh-What if I don’t want to?”
“Who said that I was giving you the option?"
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