The Victim Is Worst Then It's Predator
“People Like Him Don’t Belong Anywhere”
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By the time Jeon Jungkook arrived at the university, the sky had already turned the color of dirty glass.
Rainclouds pressed heavily above the city, trapping humidity between buildings and leaving the air damp enough to cling uncomfortably against skin. Students flooded through the campus corridors in loud clusters of conversation and laughter, shoes squeaking against polished floors while the usual morning chaos swallowed the building whole.
The moment Jungkook stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted with almost embarrassing predictability.
Enough for conversations to lower half a tone. Enough for shoulders to stiffen. Enough for people to unconsciously move aside before he even reached them.
It happened so often now that Jungkook barely registered it anymore.
He walked through the corridor with one hand tucked lazily inside the pocket of his hoodie, his expression carrying the same distant emptiness people on campus had long since learned to associate with him.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Just detachment.
As though the world existed a few inches too far away for him to care about touching it properly.
Whispers followed him immediately.
shit talking shit
“They’re saying he got reported again last semester.”
shit talking shit
“For what?”
shit talking shit
“Some guy claimed Jungkook threatened him.”
shit talking shit
“Did he?”
shit talking shit
“No idea. But apparently he just stared at him until the dude started crying.”
shit talking shit
A nervous laugh spread through the group.
Another voice lowered itself into a whisper.
shit talking shit
“My roommate said he’s actually insane.”
shit talking shit
“Well, obviously.”
shit talking shit
“I heard his parents abandoned him.”
shit talking shit
“No,” somebody corrected quietly, “they died.”
shit talking shit
A pause followed.
Then—
“…Some people think he killed them.”
Jungkook continued walking without slowing down once.
The rumors had evolved over the years in increasingly creative directions. At some point he’d stopped caring enough to separate which ones were insulting and which ones were simply stupid.
Near the classroom entrance, a boy accidentally made eye contact with him and visibly flinched before turning away so quickly he almost walked into the wall beside him.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook stared after him briefly.) 💭Interesting survival instincts.
sound philosophical but are actually deeply concerning.
Inside the lecture hall, the atmosphere wasn’t much better.
Seats near the back filled quickly while the area surrounding Jungkook’s usual desk remained suspiciously empty, like students collectively feared psychological contamination through proximity alone.
Jungkook sat beside the window without comment and placed his notebook on the desk.
Outside, rain finally began falling in thin silver streaks against the glass.
The professor entered moments later carrying several thick folders beneath one arm.
professor si-eu
“Today,” she announced while adjusting her glasses, “we’ll continue discussing emotional response patterns under extreme psychological stress.”
Several students groaned immediately.
The professor ignored them professionally.
professor si-eu
“As humans, our fear responses are instinctive survival mechanisms—”
Jeon Jungkook
“Professor.”
The interruption sliced cleanly through the room.
Every head turned.
Jungkook rarely spoke during lectures.
professor si-eu
The professor blinked in mild surprise. “Yes?”
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook rested his cheek lazily against one hand, his voice calm enough to feel almost inappropriate for the subject matter.)
Jeon Jungkook
“What happens if someone stops reacting to fear properly?”
Silence settled over the classroom.
professor si-eu
The professor hesitated. “Well… trauma can severely distort emotional processing.”
Jeon Jungkook
“So fear disappears?”
professor si-eu
“Not exactly.” The professor chose her words carefully now. “It becomes disconnected. Some individuals develop emotional detachment as a defense mechanism.”
shit talking shit
A girl near the front whispered under her breath:
“That’s literally serial killer behavior.”
Her friend elbowed her immediately.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook heard both of them.
His expression never changed.)
The professor awkwardly cleared her throat before continuing the lecture, though the atmosphere remained subtly uncomfortable afterward. Several students kept glancing toward Jungkook every few minutes with poorly disguised unease.
Not because he looked threatening.
That would’ve been easier.
No—
what unsettled people was the complete absence of reaction.
Most humans reflected emotions naturally. Even quiet people did.
Jungkook didn’t.
“TALKING TO HIM FELT LIKE THROWING STONES INTO DEEP WATER AND NEVER HEARING THE SPLASH”
By lunchtime, the rain had intensified enough to blur the campus windows pale gray.
Jungkook sat alone near the vending machines in the cafeteria, lazily drinking banana milk while scrolling through his phone with visible disinterest in both the device and reality itself.
Nearby tables kept glancing toward him between conversations.
“That’s him.”
“The detective’s nephew?”
“Yeah.”
“He seriously looks like he’s killed someone before.”
One boy snorted. “If he smiled at me in a dark alley I’d confess crimes I didn’t even commit.”
The group laughed nervously.
Not because it was funny.
Because fear always sounded a little like laughter when people tried disguising it.
Without warning, someone dropped into the seat across from him.
Na Yuri stole one of his fries immediately.
Na yuri
“You know,” she said while chewing, “normal people usually say hello!!!! before getting robbed by somebody.”
Jeon Jungkook
“You stole three yesterday.”
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook took another sip of banana milk.)
Na yuri
Yuri leaned forward slightly, studying his face with narrowed eyes.
“They’re talking about you again.”
Jeon Jungkook
“They always are.”
Na yuri
“You seriously don’t care?”
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook considered the question for a moment.
Then shrugged lightly.)
Jeon Jungkook
“They don’t know me enough to matter.”
Na yuri
Yuri sighed dramatically and leaned back into her chair.
“You say things that sound philosophical but are actually deeply concerning.”
Jeon Jungkook
“That sounds like a you problem.”
Na yuri
“See? This is why people think you’re a psychopath.”
Na yuri
“That wasn’t denial.”
Jeon Jungkook
“I didn’t feel motivated enough to defend myself.”
Na yuri
(Yuri stared at him for several seconds before laughing despite herself.)
There were moments when speaking to Jungkook felt almost normal.
Then he’d say something deeply unsettling in the calmest tone imaginable and ruin the illusion instantly.
Still—
she preferred this version of him over the complete silence from years ago.
At least now he answered when spoken to.
Mostly.
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Evening settled heavily over the city by the time Jungkook returned home.
The apartment building smelled faintly of rainwater, dust, and old concrete baked through too many summers. Hallway lights flickered weakly overhead as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
Warm light spilled across the apartment.
At the dining table, Jeon Hajun sat surrounded by scattered files and crime scene photographs, exhaustion practically stitched into the lines beneath his eyes.
Jeon hajun
“You’re home,” Hajun said quietly.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook removed his shoes. “Unfortunately.”
Jeon Jungkook
“The usual amount of human interaction.”
Jeon hajun
Hajun snorted softly despite himself.
“How was class?”
Jeon Jungkook
“Educational.”
Jeon hajun
“That sounds suspiciously fake.” (he joked)
Jeon Jungkook
“We discussed fear responses.”
Something unreadable flickered briefly across Hajun’s face before disappearing.
Jeon hajun
“I made pasta,” he said instead. “It’s in the fridge. Heat it this time.”
Jeon Jungkook
“It was cooked yesterday too.”
Jeon hajun
“You ate frozen noodles with a spoon at 3 AM. I’m trying to prevent future crimes.”
A tiny pause followed.
Then—
very faintly—
the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitched upward for less than a second.
Hajun noticed immediately.
And like always, the sight hurt more than it healed.
Because moments like that had become so painfully rare.
Jeon hajun
“I have work tonight,” Hajun added while organizing the files again. “So don’t stay awake waiting for me.”
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook nodded once before opening the fridge.)
The microwave hummed softly through the kitchen silence.
Then Hajun’s phone rang.
His expression sharpened instantly.
Professional instinct replacing exhaustion within seconds.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook quietly placed the pasta inside the microwave while Hajun listened from the dining table.)
Jeon hajun
“One more murder?”
A heavy silence followed.
Jeon hajun
Hajun rubbed his forehead roughly.
“That bastard…”
The microwave timer ticked softly in the background.
Jeon hajun
“When I catch him,” Hajun muttered into the phone, “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him.”
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook leaned slightly against the counter, listening absentmindedly.)
Jeon hajun
“Did he leave the timing letter again?”
Jeon hajun
Another pause.
“…Yeah. I’m coming.”
Jeon hajun
(Hajun stood immediately and grabbed his coat from the chair.)
Jeon Jungkook
“Another case?” Jungkook asked.
Jeon hajun
“Unfortunately.”
Jeon hajun
(Hajun hesitated.
Then nodded once.)
For a moment, only rain filled the apartment.
Jeon hajun
“You should lock the door tonight,” Hajun said while putting on his shoes.
Jeon Jungkook
“I always do.”
Jeon hajun
“And don’t open it for strangers.”
Jeon Jungkook
“I don’t open it for people I know either.”
Jeon hajun
"That's not comforting at all."
Jungkook carried his food toward the table while Hajun stopped near the doorway.
The question lingered strangely in the room.
Hajun always asked it like he was afraid of the answer.
Jungkook looked at him for several long seconds before replying in the same calm tone he used for everything else.
Jeon Jungkook
“I’m alive.”
Something painful moved briefly through Hajun’s expression.
Because that wasn’t really the same thing.
Before he could respond, his phone rang again.
The moment shattered immediately.
Jeon hajun
“I’m leaving,” Hajun muttered quickly.
The door closed behind him moments later.
Silence settled across the apartment.
Jungkook ate quietly for several minutes before his attention drifted toward the crime scene files left scattered across the dining table.
His eyes paused on one particular photograph.
A corpse.
A black card resting beside the body.
And at the center of it—
Bright red digital numbers glowing coldly against the dark surface.
00:00:00
Jungkook stared at the image silently.
His fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the photograph.
A countdown.
Jeon Jungkook
Then softly, almost under his breath, Jungkook murmured:
“…Dramatic.”
Outside, thunder rolled through the city while rain continued falling endlessly against the windows.
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