Chocolate Strawberry Milkshake Part 2
Serial Killer Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Gore, yandere, fluff
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Suggestive actions, bloody gore, yandere themes and all that
A/N: The long-awaited part 2 is here!!!! I am so s o r r y for how long this took but it’s here now and I hope you all enjoy!!
Part 1
Summary: Jungkook is one of the most infamous killers that you’ve taken an interest in. You just don’t know your new friend is that killer and he’s very subtle about being obsessed with you.
Knocking interrupted Jungkook’s assault on your throat, “Hello? You had blankets sent to your room?”
You gave Jungkook a look before he got up to answer the door with you right behind him. Once he opened the door there was a woman with neat brown hair tied into a low bun to go with the bland beige house-keeper uniform.
From where you were standing, you could see the woman’s expression change from fake to sultry once she laid her eyes on Jungkook. But he interrupted her little daydream.
“We didn’t ask for these,” Jungkook’s voice was clipped and irritation was evident.
The hotel employee shifted the blankets to her left hand and rest her weight on her right leg to pop her hip out. You rolled your eyes so hard, you were sure you saw your brain.
“What do you say we go down by my room and put the blankets to use?”
Grabbing the blankets from the lady’s arms Jungkook gave her one of his fake smiles and said, “How about no.” And closed the door in her face, making sure to lock both the deadlock and the safety latch for good measure.
You chuckled after seeing her hopeful face fall at Jungkook’s words. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jungkook to get hit on. But now you were concerned about the random blankets being sent to the room. You decided to sit in the desk chair now that you were interrupted and you didn’t feel like laying down in the only bed in the room. Jungkook dropped the blankets on the floor by the foot of the bed to sit on the edge. Looking down at the pure white fabric, his hair fell into his eyes.
Being a killer, he’s become paranoid. And these random blankets being sent to the room put him into a paranoia frenzy in his head.
“It must’ve been an accident. Whoever asked probably told them the wrong room number by mistake,” you turned the tv on and began to switch through the channels. You didn’t really want to think about it in a way that would eat away at your mind during the trip.
Your reassurance did little to calm him down. Was someone after him? Did someone know what he was? Or even worse… were they after you? The thought alone made him infuriated. Why would anyone want to hurt you? Or were they obsessed with you?
So many questions swirled around in his head he began to get a migraine. Feeling the pressure build behind his eyes, he got up to look through his bag for his Excedrin. Of course, he forgot them on his nightstand. Sighing he looked to you to see you gazing at him with curiosity.
“I left my Excedrin at home,” Jungkook went to continue but you raised your hand and said, “Say no more.”
You reach into your bag and take out the bottle of the green and white migraine pills you always had on you.
“Thanks,” Jungkook smiled thankfully and you turned back to the tv after returning a small smile.
How could he have forgotten you had the same problem he had? Suffering from a life full of migraines, he knew how painful they could get. Imagining you groaning in pain as you held your head in your hands, his heart was breaking and adrenaline pumping at the same time.
Damn it. No matter how hard he tried to not get pleasure from the thought of you crying, it couldn’t be helped. Jungkook wanted to see you cry. He wanted to see you in pain. Only to want to comfort you afterward. His thoughts were contradicting and he didn’t know what to do.
Being lost in thought Jungkook didn’t notice how you fell asleep in the desk chair.
Your head smacked the desk causing you to wake up with a groan and Jungkook to tear away his stare from the floor to you. He was confused until you looked around with tired eyes and laid your head down slowly onto the polished wood.
Jungkook chuckled and stood up to walk over to you and carefully help you stand. Walking you over to the bed, he helped lay down and covered you with the large white comforter. You were still pouting from the pain as your forehead began to turn red.
You just looked so damn cute he couldn’t help but lean down towards you. But he stopped. It took everything in him to not kiss you. Moving up to lightly brush his lips over the red mark on your forehead.
Jungkook saw you wince slightly and he smiled.
It took longer for Jungkook to fall asleep but the exhaustion finally caught up to him, making his eyelids heavy.
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Jungkook woke up to the stench of mold. Feeling the surface underneath him was no longer soft but stiff and unpleasant, his eyes snapped open to take in his surroundings. Dim lightly illuminated the cold room. The walls and floor were concrete and the moldy smell made his nose scrunch up.
His eyes landed on another body laying not too far from him. The familiar slope of their neck and waist made him realize it was you. Scrambling to get to his feet, he hurried to you. Jungkook gently laid you on your back so he could examine you for any injuries. There was nothing that he could see but he placed his hand on the side of your head and you winced.
Jungkook cradled your head and slowly he slid his legs under your head. After achieving this without hurting you further he relaxed. He felt a migraine forming but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.
He kissed your forehead softly so he wouldn’t add any more pressure. Your eyes began to flutter and Jungkook held his breath.
As your eyes focused on him you saw how concerned he was. Looking around all you saw were dark walls and one door. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you realized where you were.
Beginning to hyperventilate you tried to curl up into Jungkook’s arms. He wrapped his arms around you even tighter. He didn’t understand what was happening until your body began to shake violently. Even after he knew what was going on, he had no idea what to do. He almost went into a panic attack with you but he didn’t want to make things worse so he just held onto you tighter. He whispered reassurances into your ears sweetly. Always making sure to call you his little strawberry.
With Jungkook’s help, your panic attack passed in a half an hour. Your breathing had steadied and your body relaxed. Jungkook had your head to his chest and his face nuzzled into the top of your head. Silence and both of your breathing were the only sounds that could be heard.
“I know who sent us those blankets.
Jungkook didn’t respond. Waiting for you to reveal who they were dealing with. So, someone was after you.
“Do you remember last night, when I got a call from someone?”
Still, Jungkook gave no response.
And still, you continued, “Well, he’s not a good guy. I did favors for him so he would help me out when I was through a rough patch. Why he wanted to help me in the first place, I’ll never know.” You’ve never told anyone this. Afraid they would look down on you for doing things that society frowned upon. “I stole, I tricked people and lured them to their death beds. Just to get out of debt or to even shop for groceries.” Laughing, you sat up and looked into Jungkook’s steely iris’ with your glassy ones.
“I understand if you want to stop being friends. He always said no one would like me after what I did,” your voice cracked as you brought your knees to your chest.
Jungkook tackled you to the ground and hovered over you. He looked into your eyes, “God, I love you.”
The door slammed open, letting in light from the hallway and the man that had brought you two here.
“I’ve heard enough,” he stepped closer to the two of you. “Don’t you think you should get off her?” It was a rhetorical question but Jungkook still answered to get on his nerves.
“Nah, I like it here,” Jungkook smirked up at him.
The man snarled and reached inside his jacket when you spoke up, “Yoongi.”
At the sound of your voice calling his name, he dropped his arm down to his side. Sighing he motioned for one of his men to grab Jungkook and pull him up from above. Jungkook began to kick and struggle.
“Kookie,” he stopped to look at you. “It’s best if you don’t struggle,” your voice was soft. You’ve been through this before. You knew the only way in and out of this building was guarded by men armed to the teeth.
And so Jungkook complied and Yoongi held out his arm for you to take like he was escorting you. Following him down the hall and into the elevator.
You’ve been in this elevator many times already knowing which button Yoongi was going to push. But his finger pushed in the one above that. The top floor. Yoongi’s penthouse. Now, you weren’t so sure what he wanted.
Yoongi could feel you get tense and he grinned. He loved your reactions. Leading you into the living room to leave you with Jungkook, two of his men, and a gun on the coffee table.
The man let Jungkook go and he went to stand next to you. He asked you, “Are you ready?”
You looked at him confusedly and Jungkook just smiled before reaching out for the gun on the table and shooting both men.
“Oh, that’s what you meant,” you said and Jungkook snickered.
“I’m sure he wanted me to do that. He’s not dumb enough to be that careless. Right?” Jungkook looked at the heavy weapon in his hand and smirked when you confirmed his suspicion.
“So you are smarter than you look,” you turned to look at Yoongi.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw his casual attire. Unbuttoned dress shirt, normal dress pants, and no shoes. He never looked anything but business-like around people.
“Y/n my dear,” he walked over to you and reached his hand out for you to take. You took it and his smile showed content, sadness, exhaustion. “The favor I wanted to ask of you, is my last and final request.”
You froze. He couldn’t possibly mean that today was the day.
“It’s okay, my dear,” Yoongi brought his hand to the side of your face to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb. “You knew this day would come.”
“And yet, it’s still hard.”
“I know.”
“Jungkook, right?” Yoongi turned towards him and gave him a slanted smile. “The gun please.”
Jungkook pointed the gun at Yoongi, “Jungkook, it’s okay. Give it to him.” He hesitated. “I promise it’s okay.” With that Jungkook handed Yoongi the gun.
“Not much of a talker, huh?” Yoongi chuckled. “Take good care of her for me,” he passed the gun into your hand.
This is why you didn’t want to do any more favors. But you made a promise.
You hugged him one last time before slowly raising the gun to the side of his head. A tear slipped from your eye as you pulled the trigger.
Your ears rang as Yoongi’s body fell to the floor. Taking the handkerchief, you knew to be Yoongi’s favorite, from the table you wiped down the gun before placing the weapon down on the table. You tucked the handkerchief into your pocket.
“Let’s go home. I think that’s enough excitement for today,” you smiled at Jungkook and grabbed your bags from the corner. “Rest in peace, Yoongi.”
Handing Jungkook his bag you took his other hand and rode the elevator down to the first floor. As expected, you were greeted by Yoongi’s right-hand man, Hoseok. In his hands, he had a box of matches and car keys. At his feet was an empty gasoline canister.
“Take care Y/n,” his smile was like the sun was shining in your face.
“I will.”
Hoseok handed you the matches and car keys and watched as the two of you exited the building. The all-black SUV was where it always was. You unlocked the car and you and Jungkook set your bags in the trunk.
Walking up to where you could see the end of the gasoline trail, you lit a match. Then you dropped it and created a trail of flames as you heard a gunshot from inside the house. It took seconds for the house to become a beacon of fire.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you watched the building burn.
“For what?”
“For not telling you. For putting all of this on you in just one day. For not finding the right way to explain.”
“There’s no need to apologize, but since we’re revealing secrets today, I might as well tell you mine,” Jungkook turned towards you and gazed into your eyes. He was hesitating. What if you would reject him?
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” you grinned and held his hand as you waited patiently for him to tell you.
“I masturbated to your bra before breakfast.”
“Huh?” you dumbfounded at first but then you bursted into laughter. “Jungkook, I thought- I thought it was something serious,” You kept laughing and Jungkook smiled at you fondly.
He didn’t want to lose this. He didn’t want to lose you.
“No, that’s not it. So tell me,” you wiped your tears away and looked at him expectantly. “There’s no judgment here.”
Jungkook took a deep breath and confessed, “I’m the killer. I’m the one that’s been killing all those people. The one that you’re so fascinated with.”
Your eyes widened as you stared into his dark eyes. He wasn’t joking. You turned back to the flaming building. You let out a huff of air that almost sounded like a laugh, “It actually makes a lot of sense.”
“You’re not disgusted? Scared? Disturbed?” Jungkook had a look of desperation. He didn’t know what he would do if you ended up hating him.
“No, surprised and shocked but not any of those things.”
Jungkook’s whole face lit up and he once again tackled you to the ground. He peppered your face in kisses and once he got close to your ear he whispered, “Let’s go home.”
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It was still dark as you got closer and closer to your apartment building. The flashing blue, white, and red lights were practically blinding both of you. You tried to see what apartment door they were all at through the open walkway. To your dismay, your unhinged door stood crooked and broken as officers entered and exited.
Jungkook only had to take one glance before deciding to continue driving. Fortunately, his apartment building had no one outside. After parking, you both hurried upstairs and into his apartment.
You’ve only been there a handful of times. Jungkook preferred to go to your apartment. His didn’t feel as cozy as yours did, according to him, but you had nowhere else to go.
You always loved seeing Jungkook’s place. The posters, the Iron Man figurines, and the gaming systems. They all showed a side to him that he didn’t show a lot of people.
“It seems they found Jooheon’s body,” Jungkook peeked out of the curtains. Closing them again he turns to see you staring at him.
Jungkook grinned and walked closer to you, taking your hand in his. Almost like the first night he met you.
He couldn’t believe it’s been that long and if the cops found him it’ll all be a distant memory. He would get the death penalty and he’ll never see you again.
“Why’d you kill him?”
Jungkoook looked up at you and sighed. He couldn’t really blame you for asking.
“Because he was trying to take away what’s mine,” Jungkook brought your left hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. He kept it there as he gazed into your eyes.
“What was it?”
“You,” he spoke softly, almost whispered. Taking your ring finger he bit into it, making you wince. “Just until I can get you a real one.”
Chuckling you said, “We haven’t even had our first kiss.”
“Hm,” he brought your hand down to your side but still had a firm grip on it. “That does pose a problem, doesn’t it?”
Jungkook trailed his hand up to your jaw and his other hand came to rest on your hip before pulling you closer. Being so close, you realized how Jungkook’s pupils dilated. From far away his iris’ seem almost black. But from right here, they were a deep brown.
“Your eyes are pretty,” you blurted out causing Jungkook to laugh.
“That’s not what I was expecting,” he giggled with you and you rested your forehead against his. You felt his eyebrows furrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are those sirens?”
Listening, you could hear the faint echoes of police sirens. Jungkook clicked his tongue and pulled away from you causing you to pout. He lifted your chin up with his index finger to give you a peck on the lips.
“There. Our first kiss. Now we need to go,” he quickly disappeared into the hallway while you stood there blushing.
You snapped out of it and quickly grabbed your bag, phone, everything. Jungkook didn’t take long before coming back with a set of keys you’ve never seen before. Grabbing his bag he lead you out and locked the door, even though he knew it was going to be kicked in. He had a reason for doing it. Jungkook took your hand and sprinted to where he had hidden an expensive-looking car for emergencies.
Setting the bags in the trunk, Jungkook turns to you over the roof of the car, “Wanna go get milkshakes one last time?”
To anyone that would seem like an ordinary question. You weren’t anyone. He was asking if you wanted to run away with him.
“Of course,” you said.
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Just like the night you and Jungkook met, you sat at the same booth, same milkshakes, and the same comfort around each other.
Halfway through your milkshakes, you overheard the owner and an employee talking not-so-quietly about Jungkook and Jooheon’s body being found. Jungkook met your gaze and saw a look in his eyes you couldn’t describe. It sent shivers down your spine. His eyes switched over to the approaching owner and employee.
The young worker was fidgeting and there was sweat on the owner's temples. They were obviously scared and both of you could tell. You kept sipping on your milkshake as Jungkook greeted them.
“What-what did you do after I gave you Jooheon’s address?” the overweight owner stuttered.
“I paid him a visit.”
All you saw was red. Not the red where anger takes over your vision. It was red and sticky that splattered all over you. The table, the floor, and Jungkook were drenched in bright red blood. You were absolutely stunned. It all happened so fast, you were barely able to process what had happened before Jungkook grabbed your arm.
You looked down to the floor to see the dead owner and the almost dead employee. She tried to stab Jungkook’s ankle with the small pocket knife she placed in her apron. Her attempt failed as you stepped on her wrist making her drop the knife and yell out in pain. You made sure to put as much weight as possible on her wrist.
Stepping off of her, you looked to Jungkook to see him staring darkly at you. You froze. Did you do something to anger him? Did you-
Your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook kissed you passionately. His blood-soaked hands held your blood-spattered cheeks. You could taste iron and so did he.
You pulled away, breathless, and whispered, “We should leave.”
Jungkook nodded and took your hand as you both walked back to the car. Sitting there you both realized what would happen next.
You will be wanted, hunted, and runaways. Always on the move.
“Don’t worry, my little strawberry. I know a place where we’ll be safe,” he smiled at you before quickly looking back to the road.
“I wanna get married in the fall,” you say as you watched the passing buildings through the dirty window.
“My favorite time of year.”
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As you and Jungkook passed through a small town the police knocked down the door to Jungkook’s apartment. As they filed in the quiet ticking wasn’t heard until they all stopped.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
“The clock stops,” Jungkook muttered.
