They are currently in the airplane in his private jet where they are on their way to Taiwan.

What's infuriating is how he has so many chances from before even to how they were on their way to their airport, yet he couldn't use them to kill him.

He did previously mentioned tonight but that doesn't mean it has to be the night at all. It could be now, it could be tomorrow. He's only setting his personal time because he knows if he doesn't kill him tonight, he won't be able to do it after.

If he can't fully commit to kill one defenseless boy by tonight, then what's the point of waiting for another day? He'll just post pone it again and again.

Even as of now the boy is sleeping peacefully. He could strangle him, let him be speechless and get this over with before they land in Taiwan.

His hands are so close to the boy's neck he wants the thrill to rush back to his touch. And yet instead of feeling the thrill, he felt fear of losing him.

"Here is your Martini, Sir"

Jungkook stops himself and pulls back when the flight attendant brings him his ordered drink.

"My thanks." His head feels heavy, maybe a glass of martini could hopefully ease off his mind just for a bit.

-

In the end even as they arrived at the hotel, he still could not do it.

"The bed is so soft!" Taehyung explains as he throws his body to the fluffy mattress. To his comfort it was just as soft as the material in Jungkook's place but with just a different environment.

But it's so easy, so simple, he could make the hotel shut up too.

"I am relieved that I had chosen the right hotel then."

Taehyung nods. "Whichever hotel it is, I'll enjoy it."

There was one giant king sized bed that Jungkook had planned for them to sleep in. As a matter of fact, this is the first time both would be sleeping in one mattress.

The two thought of it at the same time. Jungkook didn't have any obvious reaction to it but maybe a smile, while Taehyung kept the embarrassing thought to himself remembering he was told to never share a bed with a significant other because he'll make them pregnant.

But they're both men, they can't get pregnant. The scholar boy convinces himself it's fine but many thoughts linger in his mind.

"I have a meeting at this hotel." Jungkook turns to him "Do you prefer to join me or wait until it is over?"

"I'll stay. Good luck on the meeting though!" Taehyung grins so brightly it was almost blinding him.

"You are free to order any cuisine in the menu. I will complete the transaction one we check out." Jungkook eyes on the boy giving him a small smile before leaning in to his kiss soft hair. "I will be back in an hour or so." He grabs on his business suit and lets it cover more of his body.

Taehyung was blushing more than ever he thought he had the fever.

Jungkook would have preferred it if the boy had joined. This next project is something he fairly enjoyed.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen" Jungkook speaks in a fine English language like it's his native, all the letters sounds like a foreigner himself. "Today I would like to initiate to open a fashion runway in Taipei."

The topic started to be normal but the supposedly professional meeting had turned into a non pleasing one.

"So who's your star model this time, Jeon?" The native Taiwanese asks.

"Kim Taehyung" His name was called in the most loving way possible as his body chart, appearance was presented in the projector. Of course the mere high schooler did not know of this but it might as well be a very pleasant surprise.

"我知道他要杀了他 (I know he will kill him)" One of the men laughs as he said that specifically not to Jeon, but towards the other natives that understands. They however are not laughing.

Jungkook does not bat an eye, he knows the language quite well like a google translation in his mind despite them all having to speak English. This person that is mocking him is

"Please speak English young gentlemen. It is quite impolite to speak in a foreign language in a meeting like this."

"肏你妈 (motherfucker)" He spat before he went quiet again to continue listening.

Jungkook wasn't in a pleasant mood after that. Sure his hands were arguing if he truly wants to murder the precious petal but he does not hesitate.

That same Chinese man that came to the meeting was most likely new but he had informations. That man knew that every one of Jungkook's star model in the fashion show he always held in other countries were always brutally murdered by his own hands. There was no reason, really.

But Jungkook approaches him and stops only him from leaving the room without hesitation "我会听和说中文 (I can hear and speak and talk Chinese) 我明白你更早说什么 (I understand what you had just said)"

It was now the man's turn to sweat. Oh how the tables have turned.

"And you are oh so very correct." Jungkook turns to him with his well kept knife and stabs his neck. No one would suspect he would have a knife especially when it's plastered under the U shape table.

It was so sharp, it slid in so smooth that he continued to put fine cuts when he simple drags it horizontally.

The old man was too shocked, too afraid to do anything and too weak to give him a taste of revenge.

And he died just like that.

"You are the death replacement for my star model." The only time Jungkook can truly laugh. He hasn't loud so hysterically in the longest time. Of course, he can still remember the thrill when blood floods out of his victims but it can never be enough.

This might just be enough. He thinks this is enough to stimulate his want to kill his petal.

It's easy. He choose his hotel for a reason. Because this is his hotel. He can do whatever he want with it, he can pull out the CCTV with an ease, put the body inside the laundry bag and incinerate it in the basement which is what he is currently doing.

It'll be quick. He can get rid of his suit and shirt as well. It might be a bit shameless but he has to do all that with his top naked. Lady Luck was on his side when he did not meet anyone in the process.

-

Taehyung thinks it has been more than an hour. He ordered a slice of delicious cake while waiting and puts the tray outside of the hotel room when he is finished.

Maybe Jungkook is taking too long. He had already finished his bath and is laying on the bed while he listens to jazz. It doesn't take long for him to have his eyes closed and him taking a very nice nap.

And Jungkook comes back

It had taken some time because he was busy taking care of the dead body. Now he's very excited to execute his plans, taking more blood to his own hands. He believes he can kill him now and it's all thanks to the racist man.

He wants to see him scream, struggle, whimper in pain but all he sees is the angle sleeping so soundly.

He looks so cute, so defenseless and it'll take him a quick stab to finish him off.

But he can't.

He can't bring himself to hurt him. Anyone is fine but Kim Taehyung? It's impossible for him. He can't see him die in his own hands.

This is the first time he had seen his sleeping face. He is reminded of himself that was once pure and innocent.

He hates it.

But it would be great if Taehyung would continue to have those same trademarks.

A little rustle from the bed and Taehyung awakens from his sleep. It starts off as a soft groan that manages to snap Jungkook but then he yelps silently.

"M-Mister Kookie— You're n-naked!" This is the second time he has seen but he is still embarrassed. He covers his eyes away from the unholy defined body.

"Indeed." Jungkook wants to smile and giggle but he shouldn't. He can't take this any longer.

"Petal, open your eyes." The rich man sat on the bed with his hands gently takes the sight covering palm away. "Look at me."

Taehyung slowly departs his eyes from his touch and looks up at him. Jungkook looks like a puppy, his old puppy that yearns for his love and affection. His eyes are so soft and yet so fierce. He looks like he's lost and has no where to go.

"Are you ok, Mister?"

If Jungkook can't kill him now then he might as well not be. He can't kill him and yet he doesn't have the heart and will to throw him to the streets.

"Petal, were you tired from waiting for me?"

Taehyung shook his head "I ate a slice of cake. I'm not tired at all!"

Jungkook doesn't mind if this boy uses his money, he's slightly glad even.

"Petal, what do you think of me?"

Taehyung doesn't expect the question. He doesn't know what to think of him. He can't contain thoughts that weren't supposed to happen when his mind knows Jungkook is like a father figure to him.

"You make me stay in your mansion, you buy me lunch and dinner, you make me bake you pastries and you brought me here. I think you are a very nice person and I think you pity me."

But he wasn't close to ending it yet, his mouth was still open, he was thinking of how to form his words correctly. In the process of doing so he feels like he's about to faint by fever, he's blushing subtlety but he knows blood is rushing to his cheeks.

"But I get shy when you do nice things to me. You're like Jimin but Jimin doesn't make me shy.. you also make me blush and I don't think you're intentionally making me blush.."

He can't look at Jungkook in the eye. God he fells like a fool. He can't believe he can be so blunt in expressing his feelings.

Taehyung's eyes has always been full of stars, Jungkook perfectly knows that which is why he had always found himself wondering if he was lost in the galaxy beneath.

They both have the same thoughts. They both hope their heartbeats doesn't echoed too loud.

"I will be back after taking a shower." Jungkook's face finally led up red.

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Hey, you better prepare yourself and not leave me because for the next chapter there's kissing and sex scene 🤭