" you can't hurt me. " // from any muse.
❛ ah, that’s cute. ❜ a small tsk, tongue clicks loud against the top of his mouth. he speaks in a low tone, everything around him screams murderer, he welcomes the screams & asks them to stay. jungkook straightens his suit, smile still playing on his lips like the fingers playing with the knife blade. terribly small little thing, couldn’t hurt a fly with it. it’s lucky that he isn’t planning to do shit with this knife. he hums, a ponder & the tap of sharp metal against his own plump bottom lip. ❛ hm, are you sure ? are you really sure about that ? ❜ he moves closer, knife landing in between fingers, almost pinning the hand of the other to the wall behind, close to flesh & bone, close to losing a digit or two, or three.
❛ because … i don’t think you really know what i’m capable of. it’s cute that you’re underestimating me, really. someone with a rather large array of weapons … are you blind ? or just an idiot ? ❜ the metal scrapes up warm skin, so weak. could be cut like butter & jungkook would watch them bleed. ❛ not that you know who i am, of course. secrets are secrets, after all ! but i promise you that after tonight you will, & i tend to keep my promises. ❜ there’s an abrupt laugh, almost maniacal, malevolent nature seeping through very large cracks. the voices ask him to spill blood, & he will willingly oblige. jungkook turns quickly, humming a little tune that springs up in his mind. wouldn’t that make it more fun ? he makes a joke out of it all, his smirk is evidence of that. ❛ you want to see how pretty i look stained in your blood ? ❜ // @destcny.
