You has long known about Jungkook's strange and creepy tendencies, but today it crossed the line...

You hid behind a pile of boxes in some abandoned warehouse, covering their mouth with their hand so as not to make too much noise. Footsteps were heard... the rustle of a metal knife... soft laugh...

"Run, baby, run... run for your life..." - stretched out the once cheerful friend, now possessed psycho, laughing. - "Imma tear off your heart... it will always be mine, ha-ha-ha!"