Jungkook lay in the dark room, twisting his fingers together.
The silence might have been oppressing to some, but Jungkook reveled in it, in the quiet that was so loud it could deafen you.
It reminded him of happier times…before he had gotten caught.
Of the blood, rushing over his gloved hands like pretty, oh so pretty, scarlet waves.
The muffled screams as the sharp knife carved beautiful patterns into their skin.
They just didn't understand…
He was making them into art!
Jungkook's fists clenched, the cloth of his uniform pulling tight between his fingers.
He took a deep breath, forcing away the frustration.
Soon, he would be out…and he could continue with his art…
In the darkness, a stray ray of moonlight hit his face, lighting up the wide, maniacal smile splitting his face.
So…first chapter! Pretty short, I know, but hang in there! They get longer. Comment!
Jungkook: And she doesn't own us! She's just borrowing us for the story!
Yoongi: Oi, maknae-ya! They know that!
Jungkook: Oh! Sorry hyung! Sorry everyone!
Namjoon: Let her continue with the story…
