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V knows Jungkook. They’ve talked very few times inside and outside class, but V knew it from the moment he laid his eyes on Jungkook - what a gorgeous young man he is.
He got me, going crazy
V sees Jungkook everyday in the campus.
Nothing usually manages to catch V’s eyes like Jungkook does. Life is too dull and mundane for V to like, but Jungkook manages to grab V’s undisputed attention despite of looking absolutely bland - in a black tee, black cap and ripped jeans.
Jungkook has a believably sweet personality, shy eyes and long bangs that he tucks behind his ear. V usually prefers those that look like they can intimidate him, as if they can escape V’s precise eyes and sharp blade, but Jungkook is something different.
Why is my heart racing?
Jungkook is intense.
Jungkook makes V lose his calm.
How can someone be so oblivious of their own beauty? How can one’s real personality contrast so much with their image?
You’re beautiful, my king
V wants to mark Jungkook, add him into his art collection, make him the most special piece he ever has made. He wants to decorate him, with pretty lines and red paint.
But you’re closed up
V sees through everything. He is quite the genius actually, and he observes how underneath Jungkook’s timid image lies a man, a man confident of what he does, an arrogant smile which so far only V managed to notice, and a tongue sharp as knife when required.
I’ll knock so will you let me in?
V knows that he fascinates Jungkook too. He knows what he sees in Jungkook’s hesitant eyes when he accidentally makes contact with V’s, a sparkling flame, hot and daring. A fire that only few would want to touch and V is definitely one of those few.
I’ll give you a hidden thrill
Nothing scares V anymore. But the two sides of Jungkook leave him in awe and craving for more. He wants to touch the skin that looks smooth like butter, leave scars and patterns that mark Jungkook to only be his own.
There’s curiosity in your eyes
Jungkook never is the first one to approach someone. A light smirk lights up V’s lips when he realizes Jungkook bent his rules only for him.
You’ve already fallen for me
The flame burns brighter each passing moment, and this day was inevitable. V knows it all, he knew that Jungkook will be the first to initiate their meeting, this odd yet beautiful meeting of two very different souls.
Don’t be afraid
What intrigues V most however, is how different Jungkook is from him, yet so similar. Jungkook is like the sun, bright and giving life to others, providing warmth, but also the one that radiates power, blinding power. While V is like the moon, which shines only in the dark, emitting a faux heat and a faux light, it's beauty attracting all others but only to be fooled by the twinkling appearance. Only when one nears it, he realizes that it doesn’t twinkle at all.
What makes them similar however, is their intelligence, their high functioning brains, their deducing abilities and scholarly skills. V loves it, it's like having the twin he never had.
And thus, mustn’t only one live?
Love is the way
V can already feel the fire radiate from Jungkook as they interact, despite the diffident words and stutters, long pauses and fidgety hands, V is caught in wonder. But V doesn’t lose himself, he can’t, he has waited too long for this. V’s monthly activities had been halted ever since Jungkook came into the picture, and it was about time.
Shawty I got it
V can see it, the want in the fire of Jungkook’s eyes, the eagerness to give in. He had seen desperation in Jungkook’s eyes before, and thus V must finally serve, a win win situation for both - where he remains selfish by conning selflessness.
You can call me monster
~X~
V, a fellow college student who smokes, wears full sleeves to cover his tattoos, something only Jungkook noticed. V, the quiet and mysterious one, with doe eyes and a mischievous glint in the slight twerk of his lips.
He got me going crazy
V, someone exactly the opposite of Jungkook, and yet Jungkook seems to have fallen for him, observing his every detail, remembering the dimensions of his rectangular smile in his brain to his long and slender fingers.
Why is my heart racing?
V, curly hair and wheatish skin, so beautiful, yet Jungkook senses a dark aura radiating from him. It makes Jungkook curious till no end, but he was never one to talk first. Jungkook can wait, right?
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, he got me)
V, a boy who Jungkook is hopelessly attracted to, it feels so wrong to like someone like V, his persona itself screams ‘meant-to-deceive’. And yet, Jungkook wants to get closer to him, he notices the fiery glares V sends him, and he knows that V recognizes the glares of desire Jungkook sends back.
I’m a bit impatient
V, someone who Jungkook is ready to cross all lines for, all limits. V, the sole human who has managed to make a mess out of Jungkook, a chaos in his usually tidy brain. People mistake Jungkook for someone who is all cute and all smiles, but he can feel that V sees through all of that.
I’m not that gentle
V, someone who is definitely not ordinary in Jungkook’s eyes. V is brilliant, very different, possessing a very unique charm. He, in fact looks like sunshine but behaves the opposite, like stars that are distant yet light in everyone’s eyes. While Jungkook, who looks like a fashionable form of the grim reaper - yet he likes to think himself as quite the contrast.
(I hated you)
V wasn’t the apple of Jungkook’s eye like he has grown to be. Jungkook despised V, someone who looked seemed so dead and unresponsive, yet someone who shone out of all other students. He didn’t fit it, not at all, in fact Jungkook knew he had no friends, but V never made any effort. It's like he never wanted any friends. All V did was keep his hand in his pocket and shrug, look outside the window and pay zero attention in class. And yet, he scored better academically than Jungkook, and Jungkook never settles with second best.
V confused Jungkook to no end, but as he observed V more and more, he realized that academics really didn’t matter. V’s personality grew on him, and the gravity began to pull them closer when V began noticing Jungkook too.
Jungkook was all about competition, winning, only V was coming in the way, distracting him, conning him.
But I want you
V is making Jungkook lose his tolerance, his patience. Jungkook tends to be shy, but with V, though they barely interact, Jungkook wants to control everything. Maybe because he’s waited too long.
That’s right, my type
V makes Jungkook feel fear. Something that Jungkook has never felt ever before in his life. Fear of what? Jungkook doesn’t understand it. Fear is foreign.
My heart doesn’t lie
V’s lilac hair, deep brown eyes and lavender embroidered shirt - so formal. But then why does it make Jungkook feel like the whole situation is too discreet?
It has started inside of me
V, the cause of so many questions. The usually dainty Jungkook, sacrificed his mantras and approached V. Jungkook, ever so anxious and ever so apprehensive, but his mind has been painted black, forcing him under blinds, into a void, into darkness. Jungkook cannot wait any longer.
Sending a danger signal
~X~
Excitement creeps through V’s fingertips. He flicks his hand across Jungkook’s bangs, to reveal the younger’s handsome visage.
I’m creeping in your heart babe
With every passing moment, V can feel himself lose himself, every touch and every word sending fire through his body. He is getting restless, how much he has always wanted to scar that pretty skin. And finally, he will do so today.
I’ll flip you over, break you down and swallow you up
V doesn’t realize when the classroom transitioned into him touring Jungkook through his lavish apartment, when their smirks turned into hushed whispers. But what he does realize is the shift in Jungkook, his inner dominating self pushing into reality and V is loving every bit of it.
I’ll steal you and indulge in you
V wonders if he is the only one who has seen Jungkook like this, saying dirty words, emitting all these obscene sounds and so utterly bare - so vulnerable. V wonders why Jungkook chose him, a man that V knew he loathed in the beginning, but now so eager to give his all. Why Jungkook chose to show this side of him to someone he shouldn’t be trusting.
Either way, V has nothing to lose.
I’m gonna mess you up
“You look so beautiful like this. So beautiful, for me.” Jungkook speaks through his noisy breaths, blinking softly. V rubs the pads of his thumbs across Jungkook’s sweaty features, slowly capturing it all into his memory.
I’m engraved in your heart
V smiles, a soft genuine smile. Jungkook isn’t going be like any other of his artworks, Jungkook deserves to be glazed with the prettiest ornaments, the precisest of blades. A painless road V has made to send Jungkook to heaven.
So even if I die, I’ll live forever
V had been anticipating this very night since months. Jungkook is beautiful, and that is why V is going to adorn him into his collection. He had what you call the artist’s block, ever since Jungkook waltzed into his life. His skin tingles for what is about to come.
You can call me monster
“Me? Beautiful? Well I’m glad that a beautiful face is the last you see, my face is the last you will ever see, Jeon Jungkook.”
I’ll go into your heart
~X~
Jungkook could feel his head getting dizzier. He blinked wildly, staring deeply into V’s large brown eyes. What did V mean when he said ‘last face’? He can still feel the faint brush of V’s lips as he whispered those words into his ears.
But his head hurt too much. He tried to focus on V, the tiny moles that dotted his face. He wanted to kiss them, but his vision got darker. Panic flashed across his eyes, and just before he blacked out, he looked at V - a smug grin spread across his face.
“Gukkie, let me dress you into the prettiest red tonight. Don’t worry, it's not gonna hurt. I promise.”
I feel a tremble
-x-
Jungkook may be smart, but V is smarter.
Jungkook may be the best, but V is even better.
Survival of the fittest, isn’t that what they say?
The devil works hard, but V works harder.
I’m flipping over your life
-x-
Why has Jungkook not felt pain yet? All he feels is his heart slow down. He knows it will gradually beat to an end. It was like falling, Jungkook guessed. Falling down an endless chasm, where black enveloped him, and in the end he will be eaten by more darkness. Painless, but terrifying. Imagine a place where you lose all track of time - more like, time itself doesn’t exist.
How could Jungkook have been so dumb? Why is he receiving this death? What did he do in his past life, what sin had he committed to be killed by a psycho one day, a handsome one, who chops people up and decorates them inside his house? How did he notice the faces maneuvered on the walls? How dare V have so much power over Jungkook?
How could have been Jungkook so blind? He was so confused.
And then the pain pierced him, which left as soon as it came, but also taking Jungkook’s soul away from his body.
I’m sorry
-x-
As much as V loves to see his victims with terrorized faces hanging from his ceiling - reminding him of how powerful he really is, he was kind enough to not give them a slow and awfully painful death.
With Jungkook however, he didn’t want to hurt him at all. He had died peacefully half an hour ago, drinking a strong dosage of that green, deadly poison - yet a painless one. V must treat Jungkook like the angel he was, right? But for that, musn’t V behave like the devil he is?
you make me so crazy
You know you do
Jungkook was too engrossed in V, and that made him hum in glee- the observant Jungkook didn’t even bother a look around his house, leaving no trace for suspicion.
V carefully cleaned his knife in warm water, a thin and super sharp blade in his hand. He admired his neat reflection on it. FInally, V had gotten what he wanted.
Everyone’s afraid of me, so I’m untouchable man
But in the end, you can’t reject me
You’ll hide and steal glances at me
Then get surprised (Who?)
I’m your antinomy
I’m a part of your existence (How do we do?)
Jungkook looked… red. As if he had taken bathed in a tub of red paint - hues of crimson and maroon, sticking to his skin and drying almost immediately. V ran his slender fingers across Jungkook’s clear skin, soft and still tender. He hadn’t touched Jungkook’s face, and V doesn’t know what stopped him from doing so, but he guessed he should trust his intuition.
Accept me for who I am
Put away your fearful worries
Enjoy the pain that you’re able to endure
Fall deeper inside
He treated Jungkook with care.
He caressed his smooth skin, the one which V had always dreamt of cutting open like butter.
Oh, V really was an artist - he made Jungkook look so beautiful, designing the most precious ornaments on him.
Jungkook really does look pretty in red.
I’ll play with you however I want
Play inside my hands
Don’t run away, you’ll forever linger near
You can call me monster
V stopped killing after that.
His hands itched to make blades marry skin, but he suddenly had an urge to control himself.
It had been 5 weeks since Jungkook.
V hadn’t even looked at himself in the mirror.
V always wanted the best.
And V had gotten that 5 weeks ago - with Jungkook.
For V, his life had met it's purpose.
Right?
And then he saw him.
V missed the thrill his life offered him 5 weeks ago. V basked himself in joy the last weeks, but thrill… His life would be boring without it, wouldn’t it?
So when the hooded one neared him, he welcomed it with open arms.
He shook hands with it, the all too familiar mischievous glint returning to V’s eyes.
He stared right into the devil, the keeper of hell, whatever you name it.
He nodded, as they offered him to reunite with them once more.
And thus, he met chaos again.
I’m engraved in your heart
So even if I die, I’ll live forever
He sat in a petit cafe, a vanilla latte in his hand, looking at his mundane surroundings, finally satisfied with his life. He breathed the pleasant aroma emitting from his drink, and for once, smiled genuinely.
Creeping, creeping, creeping
Creeping, creeping, creeping
You, oh whoa, creeping