- 6 years later -

Jungkook smirked, he tilted his gun to a side as he narrowed his eyes towards the next victim, he couldn't care less all he really craved for was the blood, the sensation, the thrill of taking lives and not getting caught because hey, he could do anything.

"P-Please d-don't,"

Although at times the thought of him would resurface, he would think of how he'd react to this, this Jungkook he had never seen before. Killing without remorse, no hesitation, he just pictured the look of horror and disgust, the betrayal behind his honey eyes.

"D-Don't kill me."

To be completely honest, this only fueled his need to kill so much more, to see his victim bleed to death.

Jungkook pulled the trigger, the bullet went right through his victim's head, he fell to the ground and the boy smirked in satisfaction as his eyes bore into the red liquid that spilled on the damp ground, the lifeless body.

The boy bent down next to the body that lay on the ground, he pulled out a knife from his pocket, carving the initials J.K onto his victim's chest, he stands up as he observes his bloody masterpiece a small smile plays on his lips.

He couldn't care less, It's not like he'd be seeing Taehyung anytime soon.

Why am I still thinking about you?

His father walks into the cell, his eyes look at the body to Jungkook, a proud smile on his face as he notices the initials scratched into the skin of the victim.

"You did as asked."

Jungkook's father sneers at the man that lay pale on the ground, his nose wrinkled in disgust as he looked at the dead body.

"Now that our problem is sorted, you know what we have to do."

Jungkook refused to meet eyes with his father, yet he kept his eyes on the floor, he rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek, nodding.

"He's wanting to meet us at the district club, get yourself ready don't fuck anything up."

"I'm warning you, Jeon."

-

"Fuck off."

Jungkook glared at the blonde who grasped his arm, her thick acrylic nails digging into his arm, she stared up at the boy with sultry eyes and full red lips. Though it didn't attract the boy, it didn't get to him like it used to.

His father always encouraged him to go forth and bask in the luxury of getting women whenever you wanted to, though Jungkook couldn't, he didn't he wouldn't stoop to such an extent.

"I don't charge."

The woman winks at the other male, what was supposed to be seductive just made Jungkook feel like throwing up, yet the booze he had drunk earlier envisioned the lady's lips to be Taehyung's and he felt himself leaning closer to the woman.

"I knew you couldn't resist."

Jungkook blinked, he sighed as he saw the woman still standing in front of him, lips pouted her perfume cheap rather nauseating, it wasn't him.

What am I doing?

He shook off the woman's arm, grunting in frustration as his eyes searched the club for his supposed accomplice who was now grinding amongst the many sweaty bodies that moved through the club.

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Yugyeom."

Jungkook huffs in anger, rolling his eyes he strides towards the yellow-haired boy who stood in the mass of sweaty strangers, swaying his hips as if there were no problems to care for.

As Jungkook budges past a crowd of people, he groans in pain as a boy is thrown onto him?

"Fuck-"

He trips, toppling over on top of the boy, whose eyes were wide, gaping as he stutters.

"J-Jungkook?"

Jungkook gulps, his eyes scan the supposed stranger's face and oh was it so familiar. Almond eyes, plush lips, golden skin, ethereal, though his hair was now red, fuck Jungkook would be lying if he said the color didn't just add to the male's beauty.

His lips, Jungkook could not tear his gaze away from the boy's lips, he was well aware of the rather awkward position they were in right now, he was right on top of the other, their lips briefly brush against each other and for a moment the boy can't think of anything to say.

6 years that had passed by, painfully slow and the one he'd thought he'd never see was right here, and all Jungkook wanted to do was to just never let go, he was afraid.

This was unexpected.

"T-Taehyung?"

No.

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A/N: yalls don kill me.