[We are not your lovers,
We are not your friends.
We are just sinners,
We can tempt to death]

Taehyung eventually managed to crawl out of the bathtub – the water had gone cold and the bubbles had all popped. He first wobbled to the bedroom to find his own clothes but then crinkled his nose at the smell and also the tightness of his pants – which he would not manage to get into at that moment.

For a second the boy hesitated and then went over to the wardrobe. He peeked inside and was surprised by the bland choice of clothes. The only colors seen were monochrome and most of them were dress shirts and pants, with the exception of some sweats. Taehyung fished out grey sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. He wasn't sure why he was doing this but he figured he could leave a note that he'd return the clothes, with the inclusion of his number.

He had never left his number before – or wore any clothes that weren't his own or his friends' – but here he was, pulling the soft sweats on. He appreciated the baggy clothes and Jungkook's broader build – though he had already appreciated that the night before.

He then shuffled into the kitchen where he found eggs and toast. He put the eggs into the microwave to get them hot again and dropped some loaves of bread into the toaster. While he waited for his breakfast, he turned his back to the counter and swept his gaze across the living room which was connected to the kitchen.

Something felt strange to Taehyung. This place was... cold in some way. There were no family pictures or any pictures for that matter, all the furniture was clean and monochrome as well. There was nothing that made it feel like a home. He could have wandered into an Ikea showroom and he wouldn't have noticed the difference.

Taehyung got an odd feeling churning in his tummy but before he could take a step forward to indulge in his curiosity, his toast jumped out of the toaster, startling the boy. After he ate his breakfast at the counter and dropped the dirtied plate into the dishwasher, he decided he was too curious to just leave.

With quick steps, he started to snoop around the apartment. After opening drawers, snooping in the bathroom, bedroom, any room that could hold any personal stuff, the feeling in his tummy had started spreading.

Taehyung had seen things like this before. It wasn't his first rodeo, and he knew people like Jungkook. Having an apartment like this, where seemingly no one really lived, having only the needed kitchen utensils for breakfast and dinner, having a few pieces of clothing to go to work, were all obvious signs.

Jungkook was married.

Taehyung cursed at himself. Of course, Jungkook was married. He was an incredibly gorgeous man, built like a god, with a seemingly stable job and a few years older than Taehyung – maybe around twenty-seven? He was so married and Taehyung had been a quick one-night stand to get his mind off his wife or husband.

Shivers ran down Taehyung's spine. Jungkook most likely had a real home and his partner didn't know about his apartment. And so there wasn't anything personal in his apartment because Jungkook didn't want people finding out who he really was so they'd tell their partner.

It all made sense in Taehyung's head – though it was far from the actual truth.

Maybe it was for the best. If Taehyung knew what Jungkook really was – not married, but an assassin – he'd probably have a heart attack.

Taehyung decided to leave a note and left the flat as soon as possible. He would have to hand Jungkook his clothes back and then he'd tell Jungkook just what he thought of his infidelity. How disgusting it really was.

Jungkook was lounging on the old worn-out couch that stood in his hyungs' basement. It was their kind of hideout and Jungkook often hung out there to just chat and relax. It was also very close to their boss' place and so Jungkook had often spent the night sleeping on the said couch so he didn't have to get up too early.

Yoongi was behind one of the computers that stood on the side of the large room. next to him stood Namjoon who watched the surveillance tape with him to check if Jimin had been seen entering the casino last night. Once they were sure the boy was safe and hadn't been spotted at all, Namjoon walked into Jungkook's direction with a big grin spread across his face.

"So Jungkookie", he began, flinging himself onto the couch, making Jungkook grumble since he had to pull in his legs to make space, "Did you loosen up last night?"

Hoseok entered the basement through the backdoor and joined them, which made Jungkook grumble yet again. Hoseok merely sat down and allowed Jungkook to spread out his legs onto his lap. "Did Jungkookie get laid last night?", Hoseok teased, having heard Namjoon's words, "Was that why you were almost late to work this morning?"

"I wasn't late. I had ten minutes left", Jungkook protested.

"That's late for your standards though", Namjoon added, "So, did you get lucky? When I got out of the bathroom I didn't see you anywhere and when I asked the bartender if he'd seen you, he mentioned you disappeared into the crowd with some boy."

Hoseok oooh-ed at that and almost got smacked by Jungkook if he hadn't ducked down. "So you did loosen up last night", Hoseok snickered, "How was it? How was he?"

Jungkook made an annoyed face. "He was fine. I think I went too hard on him though."

"Damn", Namjoon whistled, "So did he leave when you woke up?"

"No, I actually left first and told him he could leave when he was done."

"So you just left him at the apartment? What if he starts snooping?"

"He won't find anything", Jungkook shrugged, "You know all my personal belongings are here."

"What if he's still there when you return?" Hoseok asked.

"He won't be", Jungkook assured him, "He's got experience with these kinds of things. Apparently, I was his hundreth bed partner."

Namjoon whistled once again, surprised by the information, "Then he must have been great. If he's had that many people with him, no wonder he was able to grab your attention. He must be quite the catch."

"If I tell you that he has a high body count, what would you think I meant?"

Hoseok was about to say something but then frowned, "I was about to tell you that he's murdered a lot of people but after you said you were his hundredth bed partner, I think I know what you mean with a body count."

"But your first instinct is murderous intent right?"

"Yeah", Hoseok nodded, "Why?"

Namjoon snorted, having already figured out what Jungkook was getting at. "You guys talked about body counts and you mistook his one right?"

Jungkook's expression turned sheepish, especially when Hoseok broke out into a laugh as well. "No- really?"

"I thought he was in the same kind of business as we were", Jungkook whined, "But then this morning he told me I was the reason he hit triple digits-"

"And you freaked out?", Namjoon guessed, "I'd freak out."

Jungkook nodded feverishly, "Yeah! I freaked the fuck out. I thought he had killed one of my neighbors or something."

"But he's actually just a gigantic fuck boy."

"Indeed."

"That's hilarious."

"Jungkook? Seokjin hyung wants to see you", Jimin peeked from behind the door, "A new job has come in and it's apparently your forte."

Jungkook nodded, "I'll be right there."

Keeping Seokjin waiting was never a good idea and so he told the others goodbye and jogged to the elevator so he could meet Seokjin in his office.

Jungkook returned to the apartment late at night, finding the note almost instantly. The bright yellow sticky note was stuck to his black fridge and it stuck out like a sore thumb. He wandered over to it and ripped it off the fridge.

I borrowed some of your clothes but don't worry, I'll bring them back. In case you really want to explain how angry you are about me taking your clothes, I've left my phone number.

- Taehyung

Jungkook snorted at the message. He didn't really care about his clothes all that much but he appreciated the short note Taehyung had left him. He stuck the note back to his fridge since he wasn't sure if he wanted Taehyung's number, and left to change into something a bit more comfortable.

Around 8 pm while Jungkook was standing in the kitchen, steaming vegetables as the water boiled next to the pan, the doorbell rang. Jungkook frowned and jogged over to the intercom before pressing a button. "Hello?"

"It's Taehyung. I brought back your clothes."

His deep voice was crackled by the intercom but still quite attractive. Jungkook buzzed him inside and went back to the stove so he could lower the heat. When Taehyung knocked on his door, Jungkook had effectively thrown pasta in the boiling water and had removed the pan of vegetables from the heat.

"Hello", Jungkook greeted the younger boy at the door. Taehyung was dressed in what seemed to be baggy but flowy pants and he had a teal green shirt tucked into it. His feet were barely covered by the sandals he was wearing and he had one earring in. On top of his head stood a pair of sunglasses which got the fringe out of his eyes.

"Here", Taehyung pushed the bag in his hand forward. "I've washed and ironed them as well."

Jungkook took the bag and thanked him. "That really wasn't necessary." Taehyung only shrugged and Jungkook wondered why he felt so closed off now.

Right, he'd only been his one night, and going from Taehyung's body count, he probably never slept with the same person twice.

Taehyung sniffed the air and Jungkook glanced over his shoulder before looking back at Taehyung. "Do you want to stay for dinner? I made too much pasta anyway?"

Hesitance was obvious in Taehyung's every expression but when Jungkook expected him to falter and give in, he said, "I'll be going now."

And then he walked off.