——

he lets the crystal-hilted dagger slip through his fingers,

all he sees is blood, on his hands, on the dagger, his clothes, heck, even his face.

the object drops vertically,

piercing through the chest of the dying man colored in the red liquid, as he lets out a last painful whimper, before going limp.

jungkook stands above him, impassive, his gaze connecting the many stabs across the victim's body,

feeling a familiar sense of satisfaction flow through him.

his lips curve into a one-sided smirk, his eyes cold.

this is him, a ruthless assassinator, a merciless killer.