~JUNGKOOK POV~

Clutching onto my bag tightly I managed to unlock the front door and quickly slip inside quietly. I don't want to risk waking y/n up especially when my clothes have splutters of blood on them. That wouldn't be good and y/n's stubborn. I'll never hear the end of it if she sees me covered in blood.

I make a beeline to the bathroom and lock it just to dump the bag to the floor and turn on the shower to heat up.

Turning to the mirror above the sink I let out a heavy sigh as I stared at myself in the mirror. This time no injuries but it's not like I had to fight much to get my kill tonight. Just a lousy mugging and the guy didn't run too far either. For sure it will be all over the news tomorrow.

The mirror started to steam up so I took out my clean clothes from my bag dropping them over the closed toilet seat and unzipped my hoodie. Dropping it to the ground to then remove every other bit of clothing I had. But dumping my boots into a plastic bag to clean after my shower.

Wrapping up all my body clothes into another plastic bag and threw in my black backpack I took out my mask. It needed washed so I'll take it into the shower with me to clean off. I don't do this every time just now and again.

Stepping into the shower with the hot water spraying on my back I let out a sigh. It felt relieving to feel the heat on my skin. My muscles relax under the touch and I close my eyes for a moment to feel the burn. It's hot but not painful.

I can't feel pain anyway.

Physically I can't feel anymore pain my body endures.

I have CIP.
It's Congenital Insensitivity to Pain.

For as long as I can remember I have never felt any pain and there days it bothers me some not so much.

In what I do at nights is a great help but can also be dangerous As I have to inspect my body of any injuries I may not feel.

With that in mind I look down at my naked body, dropping the bunny mask to my feet and started roaming my fingers over my torso for any flesh wounds.

I don't recall bleeding so I think I'm okay but you can never be too sure. Even shaking off my arms and legs and turning my torso side to side I think I'm good on the broken bones part. None. Physically I'm okay and top shape. I'll do some press ups before bed.

After checking my body I wash my hair and body my sights landed on my now clean mask. That white bunny mask. My hidden identity that is like my other half at night.

I want to stop what I'm doing.

But I can't.

I've tried but I can't stop. I have no reason to stop. It's like an addiction that i must continue. The thrill of every kill just gives me so much adrenaline it keeps me buzzing until the next day.

But since y/n moved in I've been going out a lot more.

Her face comes to my mind and I think of her which I shouldn't. I want her in so many ways. I did the moment I laid eyes on her.

I didn't understand in what way until the night I tried to kill her but she fought back and I admired that. It turned me on.

Shaking my head I push those thoughts away and turned off the shower and stepped out, taking the mask with me.

Tying a towel around my waist I used another to dry off my mask and then shoved it back into my bag. Taking some toilet roll I wiped off the blood and flushed the remains down the toilet and washed my hands.

I dried myself and changed into my clean clothes. Tomorrow before I go out again I'll have to put my clothes in the laundry. I'm running out of hoodies that desperately need washed.

Stalking back to my room I paused by Y/n's door to stare at the wood. Beyond the door I can hear her soft breaths, steady and calm. I like that sound, it calms me just listening to it.

Without thinking much about my next actions I dropped my bag to the floor and quietly opened her door. Slowly did I step inside but didn't close the door. Instead I kept a small gap between the door and frame so I wouldn't have to open it again but also it keeps the room dark.

This is the first time I'm actually sneaking into her room to see her sleep. Usually I'm outside her door listening to her sleep but tonight the need to see her over came me.

As I stepped slowly to her bed, I gazed down at her laying on her side sleeping peacefully. Every now and then her eyes under her eye lids would flicker back and forth and her lips would open and close.

A smile grew on my face watching her.

I'm a creep doing this I know but I've never liked someone as much as I like her.

Beautiful, stubborn and just plain annoying but I like her in every way.

I don't know what it is but I'm finding myself wanting to be around her all the time now. Hell I even made her breakfast and I never do that for anyone. Never have and I never thought I would.

Now we watch tv in silence together too. It's been four days in a row we've been doing that. I'd be lying if I said I don't enjoy it because I do.

But most of the time I'm watching her like I am now.

As I watch her a painful thought comes to mind.

What if she finds out who I really am?
That I tried to kill her once?
That I kill others and I can't stop?!

A rush of panic fills me and I make a quick exit out the bedroom, close the door behind me quietly and pick up my bag to rush to my room.

I accidentally shut it a little too loud which makes me pause in the middle of my room to listen out for y/n. But nothing happens.

Dropping my bag over by the bed I pull off my T-shirt and drop to the floor to start my push ups.

It's a good way to get my mind off the bag things. And now one of those things is my worry and fear of y/n finding out who I am when I leave at nights.

I don't know what id do and for the first time ever I'm actually nervous about her reaction if that day comes.