♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 63: Hurly Burly♛

hurl·y-burl·y /ˌhərlēˈbərlē/
noun; an old-fashioned British word; means chaos or commotion.

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"Where shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurly burly's done,

when the battle's lost and won."

-William Shakespeare

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3rd person's POV

The busy steps of the nurses continued to echo through the inside of the white hallways of the huge building. The vicinity was almost too peaceful to be addressed as just another psychiatric mental hospital. Although it wasn't that quiet every day since some patients usually have their episodes.

Jungkook who just got inside the place was jovially whistling as he was almost skipping in excitement. He entered the hospital with such ease presenting himself to the receptionist as "Namjoon's friend" which they shouldn't have done because really, his intention for visiting wasn't really friendly.

He even prepared a mini ax for fun but who would know right?

The moment he wandered further, he finally saw the hallways that would lead him to the room of the person whom he wanted to visit for so long. He carefully takes his steps as he now covered the lower half of his face with a mask to make sure that no one will see recognize him. He simply bowed to the nurses who happened to pass by him but didn't really pay too much attention to him since they have more important things to deal with than a murderer.

Jungkook could only chuckle at how idiotic Namjoon's co-workers really are. Not like he's whining about it since it actually just makes his plans easier. 

He knew the number of his target's room from his detective, even the schedule of his driver (or whatever role Namjoon was playing in his life) so he wouldn't have to deal with the latter as well. 

It was too early for him to deal with Namjoon anyway. So maybe some other time.

"129..."

"132..." 

"133..."

"136..."

"137..."

"And bingo!" He chuckled darkly once he finally stopped at the right white-colored door, his eyes dilating from the sudden elation that was growing in his veins once again. He took a look at the now empty hallways where he was before he grinned and withdrew the small ax that he kept in between the back of his black dress shirt and pants. "139..."

He stares at his favorite red ax first liking how it shined with the help of the hallway lights before he twirls it in his hands, his left free hand already twisting the doorknob to finally meet the eyes of the woman he's been wanting to meet all along.