Your Not HIM!

 

JUNGKOOK'S POV *SLAM* My eye’s shot open. “Taehyung?” I slowly sat up, then I walked towards the room where Taehyung was sleeping before. *Click* The bedroom lights flashed on. Taehyung wasn’t in his room. I stood in the pitch hallway, I made my way to the bathroom near by. “Taehyung are you in there?” I heard a sinister silent laugh. “T-Taehyung, are you okay?” In a second the door had swung open. My back hit the wall. “Hahahaaaa…..” Taehyung’s right hand laid on his face, while his head hung low. His head slowly raised up, the moment his hand dropped and his eyes locked with mine, I froze in fear. “Well, well what do we have here? Hmm..” Taehyung squeezed my neck with his right hand. “Ahh that’s right you must be the FBI that could help me.” My heart raced and my lungs began to burn. “Y-Your not him.” I crocked. I felt his grip around my neck tighten, I felt pathetic not being able to fight back. His left hand pulled back my hair harshly making my head hit the wall. “Shut it!” Taehyung spat, his face now was really close, almost looking down at me with a glare. My eyes began to glisten, Taehyung froze. At this time my eyes were slowly getting heavy, I couldn’t breath any longer. Taehyung’s lip’s slightly touched mine, WHAT IS HE DOING? I-I can’t b-breath. “J-Jungkook!” Everything turned black.  TAEHYUNG'S POV This pathetic fool is suppose to help me? What a stupid thought. I will forever kill, thats who I am, a murderer. “Y-Your not him.” I heard