▪︎=|Myunhae|=|NamSeok|=▪︎
▪︎=|Killers|=▪︎

Sequel To:
Try Me

°•●•°

Jungkook looks at his old friend with wide eyes. When he was asked to meet at their favorite cafe. Taehyung had never looked sadder.

His eyes stained red from crying, his hands clenched into tight fists till the point where his nails cut unto his skin. The quietest voice as he looks at the two killers.

"I'm sorry that you have to see me like this." He mumbles.

"What happened?" Jungkook couldn't care less about his wet shirt when the boy cried onto his shoulder when he saw him. All he felt was pain.

Seokjin sits there with a hot cup of coffee in his hands, awkwardly shifting glances between the two.

Ever since him and Jungkook officially decided to become partners in crime, taking on more solo acts, they had often been assigned jobs together. They left it clean and finished.

This also meant that Jungkook finally agreed to meet Seokjin's family of red-eyed.

In the car, on the long three hour drive, Jungkook got a call from Taehyung, who couldn't even speak properly through his sobs and screaming.

Taehyung didn't look the same as Jungkook remembered.

Messy hair, dry skin, bitten nails. His once bright blue eyes now feel dull. As if the color had been drained.

"You know my family." Taehyung starts after a deep breath. "My mom."

Jungkook nods. His head feels heavy, holding Taehyung's hand tightly when he sees the boy's quivering lips.

"She loved you." Taehyung chuckles sadly. "She was killed."

A bus. A meteor. Being stabbed over and over. Jungkook can't grasp it.

Taehyung's mother had always been so sweet and kind. No matter the color of his eyes, he was still allowed over at dinner and she always made time for the two boys at sleepovers and even helped him find his own apartment.

That woman was more of a mother to him than his own at some point.

And now she's dead.

"I want you to kill the man who killed her." Taehyung scowls. "We know who it is. Fingerprints were left all over the scene."

"Right." Seokjin nods, taking a small sip and then breathing out from the heat on his tongue. "So who is it?"

Taehyung glances up at Seokjin, frowning before he answers. "Jimin..."

"Who-"

"And Yoongi."

Seokjin abruptly stops his next sip. The cup hangs by his lips, his eyes wide before he slams his cup down onto the glass plate.

It shatters at his force, the coffee barely staying within the threshold.

His stare is deadly. His red eyes burning into Taehyung's soul. How dare he even utter that man's name in a situation like this? But Taehyung only looks back at his with a cold face.

There was no longer any fear in him.

"Yoongi would never."

"He did."

"He's the boring one!"

"But he did."

"Yoongi couldn't even hit a book on someone's head if his life depended on it!" Seokjin screams.

Stares surround them. People looking at the commotion as Seokjin growls put a deep breath and quickly puts his jacket back on.

He grabs Jungkook by his arm, shocking him out of the trans of grief.

"We're leaving."

"No, we're not." Jungkook snatches his arm back. "We're helping."

Seokjin glares at him and then takes another deep angry breath. "I refuse to believe Yoongi did such a thing. The motherfucker can't even find the energy to stand up to tell someone to be quiet!"

"That doesn't prove his skills with weaponry, does it?"

Seokjin tsks, rolling his eyes and running his hand through Jungkook's soft hair, grabbing it harshly as he pulls the boy's face dangerously close to his own.

"I trained years." Seokjin whispers sweetly. "Years to throw a knife to someone's skull. To fire a gun the right way. Yoongi isn't capable of such acts of violence."

Jungkook grins at him. "I wasn't at first either. Remember my first rush?" He snarls. "I would have killed you where you stand, with, or without the experience I now have."

The two glare at each other, angrily shifting their gazes from one eye to the other, never knowing which one to look at.

Seokjin smiles, ruffling the boy's hair and then cracking his neck. "Fine." He turns to Taehyung, who suddenly looks up at him with hopeful eyes. "We'll help."

"Thank you-!"

"But I won't be doing it." Seokjin interrupts. "I'll send some of my team to investigate it. If there is truth in what you say, they will take the necessary action. Is that alright with you?"

Taehyung quickly nods and stands up, thanking them over and over as new tears quickly drop from his eyes.

Jungkook can't help but reach over the table to give him a half-hearted hug as far as he can reach, before Seokjin pulls him out of the cafe with a roll of his eyes.

°•●•°

"Who will you put to the case?" Jungkook asks. He looks at Seokjin, who slowly turns the wheel of his car to park.

"Don't know." Seokjin answers shortly.

"Any... people in mind?"

Seokjin shrugs again. "We're here."

Ignoring the question, Jungkook sighs and gets out from the passenger's seat, looking up with big eyes at the large house in front of him.

When Seokjin said big family, he wasn't imagining rich.

The red-eyed chuckles and slowly intertwines their hands, pressing his lips to Jungkook's ear.

"Impressed yet?"

"Not even close." The boy replies breathlessly.

It's met with another soft chuckle, and as soon as Seokjin takes his keys from his pocket, the door already opens.

In the doorway stands a woman, about their age, with bright blue eyes.

Seokjin is clearly shocked to see her, because he's frozen in place with the keys stuck in between his fingers.

"Who are you?"

"You must be Jin!" The woman smiles before Seokjin even has the chance to get mad. "I've heard so much about you! Come! Come!"

Jungkook grins and returns the earlier gesture, where he places his lips by the other's ear.

"Welcome home."

Seokjin quickly gives him a slap on the wrist and pulls him inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

The blue-eyed woman gives him a big smile and a sudden warm hug, which Jungkook accepts with loving arms and watches with the happiest shit-eating grin as Seokjin struggles to hold his temper.

"Ah! Jin!"

Another voice calls out, and Jungkook looks up at the man who quickly comes to hug the woman they've met.

"Welcome home bud."

"Han." Seokjin growls. "I see you've found yourself a cockroach."

Jungkook hurriedly gives him a slap on wrist back, but Seokjin is quick to react and grabs a hold of it, intertwining their fingers tightly.

"A wife." His brother grins.

Just like him, his younger brother had sharp red eyes. Bloodthirsty ones. They seemed to clash against the soft ocean blue of his partner, who gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Hanbin I swear." Seokjin snarls. "Where's mom and dad."

"Living room." The man returns the kiss to his wife, hugging her over her shoulders. "As always."

Seokjin wastes not another second and rushes past the couple, pulling Jungkook along.

The boy smiles when he hears a sweet "nice to meet you" calling after them.

"I thought I heard a single man." His sister grins.

"Fuck. Off."

Seokjin seems to get more irritated by the second at every new brother and sister calling him out, until they reach the living room where Seokjin pushes Jungkook down on the couch and turns to his parents.

"Mom. Dad."

"Jin!"

His mother smiles at him. She doesn't get up from her chair, knowing her son and continuing to look at the puzzle her husband is putting together on the dinnertable.

"Who's your friend?"

"Hello! I'm--"

"He's my boyfriend."

Jungkook blinks once. Then twice. Then a bunch more times to make sure he's heard it correctly. He looks up at Seokjin and squeezes his hand, but the red-eyed man only keeps looking at the big, happy eyes of his mother.

"Really?! That's amazing! I knew you'd find someone!"

Seokjin chuckles softly. "Yeah..."

He sounds guilty. Instinctively, roping Jungkook into it didn't seem like a good idea on second thought. But the oldest son, never having brought home a partner, always scaring them away, his parents were left hopeless.

He just... needed Jungkook to go along with it... for a day or two.

He looks at the other man with sweet eyes, sitting down next to him and a bit too close for Jungkook's comfort, wrapping an arm around him and holding him by his shoulder.

"Just play along." Seokjin whispers and Jungkook gulps and nods, putting on a sheepish smile.

What the fuck did Seokjin pull him in this time?

°•●•°

The red-haired scowls at the text he's just received. A solo mission.

Seokjin needs him to chase two killers. Green-eyed. That was the weirdest mission he's gotten yet.

Green-eyed killers... He grins. That sounds pretty fucking cool.

He's never heard of green-eyed killers before. How would they do it? Tear their skin? Stabbing? Poking out someone's eyeball?

Erm... maybe a bit too gruesome...

Hoseok pouts at the thought and quickly rushes to put on his jacket, yelling a goodbye to his sister and taking off towards the address he was given.

Excitement runs through his body, his fingers twitching at only the thought of seeing a murder done by someone else.

Though the crime scene must have been cleaned by now, no one could truly get rid of the smell.

It was also weird why he was sent to investigate and chase. That was a job for Ghost. Stuff the police couldn't handle.

They were all about the thrill of the chase.

Hoseok merely shrugs and double checks the address on his phone, parking not far off in a small street.

It's not that bad of a house. Same as any other in the street. A small front porch with well-kept flowers and a wooden bench with a bird bath next to it, with plain tiles leading to the front door.

Standing connected to every other look-alike house, Hoseok quietly wonders how no one saw anything. It's an open area, running away wouldn't be easy unless they had a car, and even then there'd be tracks.

Or they lived close enough to get in and out.

"Hope?"

Whipping his head around, Hoseok quickly makes eye-contact with the man he'd been expecting to see.

"RM! Buddy! How are you?"

The tall red-eyed tilts his head curiously. Eying him up and down, he places one of his hands on his hip and hovers the other over his gun.

"Same old." He answers. "You here for the green-eyed too?"

Hoseok nods. "I was told it would be a solo mission." He grins, leaning against the brick wall. "It was you who I'd expect to see here. Chasing ain't my thing."

"I know." RM chuckles and quietly reaches inside of his jacket, pulling out a sharp knife, covered by the handle with thick leather and a thigh-belt.

Handing it to Hoseok, the man gladly accepts the weapon with a dangerous glint.

"Remember, we're here to find and kill them. This will take time."

"Who texted you?"

"Hm. Jin."

Hoseok nods, indicating he got a message from the same man.

With gentle hands, RM unlocks the door, quietly picking at the opening with focused eyes.

Hoseok watches, nervously tapping his foot. He wants to see the kill. The blood. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't alone. RM had always been a calm man. He had his rush very early and spent his life trying to control it. It earned him a lot of respect.

Deserved respect. Hoseok still doesn't know his tricks. Maybe his sister'd feel safer if he knew how to hold it back.

"Can you not breathe in my neck?"

RM glares at him from the corner of his eyes, and Hoseok quickly stands back up straight.

He hadn't even noticed he was leaning down. It wasn't like he was paying attention either.

Without another word, RM continues to pick the lock, turning the knob once he hears the familiar click.

The door opens, and RM nudges his chin to the door, quietly taking the first steps into the house and letting Hoseok follow before shutting the door behind them.

The stench hits them sooner than expected. The body was still here.

RM shakes his head. The fact that the police couldn't even clean the scene or bring the body to a morgue. They were only there to check for fingerprints and any of the sort, not for a body inspection.

"Stay close." RM grumbles. "They're might still be around."

"Really?" Hoseok chuckles and shoves himself past the taller. "This long after they'd done the job? If I were them I'd steal everything I could and never return."

It seemed that the killers weren't out for money though. Jewelry boxes and glass cabinets were still intact, with not a single ring stolen.

The longer they looked, the more RM thinks they did it only for the thrill.

Green-eyed getting a thrill from murder. That's a new headline for the papers.

"Hope?"

"Yeeees?" Hoseok gives him a smile as he aims the blade at the scene up to the light, observing it in the light.

"Take a look at this for me." RM hands him a small bloodied wire stuffed into a zip-lock bag. "How many prints are on the handles?"

Hoseok pouts when he trades the knife for the wire and eyes it. The blood matches where the woman was strangled and stabbed. Bloody fingerprints sit tightly on the wooden handles.

It was a device clearly made with murderous intent. A homemade strangler.

"Three. Give or take." Hoseok answers. "I see two of the same on each handle and a mysterious third above them."

"How come?"

"The victim could never place her hands there. Behind her neck."

RM grins at him. "Then we've got what we need. Let's go."

"Hm? Where to?" Hoseok hops up from the couch he just plopped down on and quietly takes a necklace from the jewelry box not far from him.

RM glares at him and rolls his eyes at the sharp smirk he gets back. "My place. We need to examine these to find our killers."

"Right."

"You're fine with leaving your car? I've got mine as well."

"Is your place far?"

"A bit. Twenty minute drive." RM grins. "What? Too materialistic?"

Hoseok eyes the golden chain and shakes his head, throwing it towards the taller man with a frown and pushes past him towards the door. "No." He huffs. "Where's your car?"

RM looks down at the chain on the floor that he didn't bother to catch. It glimmers in the light. With a light laugh, he picks it up and drops it in his pocket, turning off the lights on his way to follow the red-haired and guide him.

°•●•°

Boyfriend? Boy... friend? Partners?

"Are you fucking INSANE?!" Jungkook screams at the older man.

Seokjin has his arms crossed, a mean smirk on his face as he watches him pacing around his room.

"What? You don't like me?"

"No! I don't like you, and I certainly don't like lying to your parents! I came to meet them, possibly have one dinner, befriend them! I'm not here to convince them of their son's perfect life!"

Seokjin tilts his head, quietly taking a few steps towards him. Jungkook merely glares at him.

With a quick grin, Seokjin grabs the boy's chin and lifts it, slowly leaning down to his ear, mocking him from that morning.

"Welcome home, darling."

Jungkook presses his lips into an even firmer line. He pushes the older away and crosses his arms, taking a quick seat on the bed.

Even that felt soft.

With a chuckle, Seokjin retreats. "You want some space from me?"

Jungkook gives a singular nod, not even looking at him.

Seokjin eyes him up and down, smiling and returning his nod with one of his own, then turning around and gently closing the door behind him.

Inside a room that isn't his own, being left with his thoughts, Jungkook sulks down onto the bed, pressing his face into the many soft pillows.

Everything smells like him...

°•●•°

"You live... nice?"

Hoseok doesn't know whether it's supposed to be a compliment or insult. He doesn't really know what to think of RM's condo.

The man grins at him, knowing exactly what he means. "Thank you."

His house is small, comfortable, but claustrophobic. An apartment with little space due to the many stacks of files, pictures and notes. On every table is either a fake plant or a book with too many post-its sticking out, and the knives in the kitchen are covered by a glass case with metal bars and a lock.

"Comforting." Hoseok comments with a pout. "They look sharp."

"I sharpen them every week." RM says. "To distract myself."

"From?"

"This." He gestures out the large window, looking down at the city buildings.

The view is great. Almost perfect if it weren't for those damn files everywhere! This man doesn't ever escape his work!

Hoseok goes to stand next to him, tilting his head. "So..." He smiles, "this is where the magic happens?" He gestures vaguely around the room, drawing an amused chuckle from the taller.

RM had never really been the type for jokes. He was always so serious at work that Hoseok never actually saw him relax. He doesn't know who he is, other than the workaholic he knows.

That's the job. Secrecy. If Hoseok were to know who RM truly was, it'd put them both in danger.

"If you'll excuse me."

Hoseok looks up when RM suddenly moves away to a smaller door, where he holds the handle tightly.

"Don't follow me. It will only be a minute."

Hoseok again tilts his head, then slowly nods. He's confused for sure. Before he even gets the chance to ask anything, RM disappears into the room on the other side and locks it with an audible click.

With a frown, Hoseok taps his foot. He had so many questions. Why was it so messy? What were all these files? Why are the knives locked up? What distraction?

With a curious smile, he lifts up some of the files, but then drops them back down when he sees paragraphs of words upon words.

Every single pile of files is full of words, it's like a book that was scattered and you had to put together again.

Trying the doorhandles, Hoseok finds the bathroom surprisingly empty of paper, and the bedroom clean except for one stack of paper on the mahogany nightstand.

Just like him, RM slept with a lot of pressure points.

He recognizes the mattress, with raised areas and bumps that he uses to stop him from harming himself in his sleep.

Those things were used for heavy aggression. For uncontrollable urges that would end up with harming yourself.

Why would the controlled RM need any of it?

Hoseok peeks at the file, curiously reading the bold lines at the top.

BIRTH CERTIFICATE

They still had those? Hoseok plops himself down on the bed, grabbing the paper file in his hands.

He'd never looked through one. His parents never let him see his own. They were ashamed.

The more he reads, the more confused he is. The words on the paper are personal. Extremely personal.

A small grin pulls at his lips.

RM's real name was no longer a secret to him. His age, place of birth, his parents. Everything that he could use against the tall red-eyed was on this small sheet of paper.

As soon as he flips it around to look at the other side, a cough echoes through the room.

Hoseok flinches, slowly looking up to the doorway.

RM stands there, crossed arms and a frustrated glare piercing through Hoseok's soul.

"Has no one ever taught you," RM growls, snatching the file from Hoseok's hands, "that you shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to you?"

"I'm sorry." Hoseok smirks. "But you left it lying around. I got curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat." RM replies. "And this cat will lose his tongue if he doesn't stay quiet."

There was something about RM's sinister tone and his stern glare that sent a nervous shiver down Hoseok's spine.

He had never been one to back down.

Hoseok shrugs and smiles, slowly standing up from the bed and jumps to his feet. "What's the result? Do we have a culprit?"

RM frowns. He looks down at the file and folds it up neatly, sliding it in the pocket of his jeans with a sly grin.

He can see the twitch in Hoseok's eyes as his red hue flicks down to his pocket and back up.

"We have a result, but we'll need to actually find the people to see if it matches."

"And where will we find these suspects?"

RM shrugs. "No clue. It was Jin who got us into contact. Maybe he knows more."

"Jin? He always knows more. The man won't tell us shit."

"Exactly." RM's grin grows. "He knows more."

He pulls out his phone and walks back out to his living room, pressing the phone to his ear and nudging Hoseok to come closer.

It rings a few times before RM's face lights up. "Jin! Glad you picked up, listen, we-"

His face pulls into a frown, and Hoseok hears Seokjin's voice nagging him.

"Yes, but...-"

Again, Seokjin's voice gets louder.

"Jin! Listen to me!" RM yells, slamming his fist on the table next to him, splintering it slightly. "The culprit is Yoongi, whether you want it or not! Now where is he so we can slit his throat the same way he did to the client's mother."

Hoseok tilts his head. Where had he heard that name before?

There's a bit of silence on the other end of the phone, before RM's lips pull into a big grin.

"The library? In Daegu? That's quite the drive."

Hoseok's eyes meet the taller's for a singular moment. A happy, dark glimmer sparkles in his eyes.

"And Jimin?"

Seokjin starts yelling again, and RM's grip tightens into the table.

"Busan." RM mutters. "That's far apart. We'll be paid for this, right? Gas isn't free anymore, hyung."

After another few words from Hoseok's boss, RM hangs up the phone with a sharp sigh.

"Lovely." He growls. "I can't stand him."

"Why not?" Hoseok smiles. "He's fine."

"He can't keep his mouth shut. He blabbers. I'm surprised he's been able to keep a secret."

Hoseok nods. He agrees that Seokjin talks a lot, but when the times come where they need him at his best, he never fails to perform.

RM turns around to the front door, nudging his chin. "Let's go. We've got a drive ahead of us. You're driving."

"In your car?"

"Just go."

°•●•°

The car ride is awkward. RM is looking straight out the front window, with his arms crossed. Hoseok is constantly shifting around, looking at RM and back at the road and holding back from pressing the gas down all the way.

The urge to just crash it and see if they get out alive is a thrill.

"Don't even think about it."

Hoseok looks at his partner with a confused frown.

"Your car, sure, mine, absolutely not." RM mutters. "Keep that foot balanced, Hope."

Oh. Is he that easy to read? Hoseok always thought he was pretty controlled. Sure, other than the intrusive thoughts that would risk his own life and other's, he never actually committed any bad crimes ever since he joined the whole killing company.

RM was perfect in his job. The way he reads people, the way he keeps calm and his secrets.

His secrets.

Hoseok glances over at RM, flinching a bit when the man immediately looks back at him.

There was a story behind the tall red-eyed, and he wants to know what it is.

RM was so intriguing that everything he did and said seemed planned and set into perfect motion at the snap of his fingers.

It was well-known that RM was a control freak. That was what made him aggressive. If he didn't have the control he was given, or gave that control away at his own free will, he'd kill to have it back.

"Sorry." Hoseok pouts.

RM uncrosses his arms and moves, glancing at the man's hands on the wheel. Hoseok had a weird way of driving, with his elbow on the edge of the window, loosely holding onto the top and turning it from there when needed.

"You're putting yourself in danger." RM comments. "Sit normally."

"You sit normally." Hoseok grins back. "Twisting your hips like that can break your spine when we crash."

"If we crash."

"When."

Hoseok chuckles at RM rolling his eyes and he twists his body to normal, crossing his legs instead.

He looks over at the driver, frowning at his unsettling grin. "How much did you see?" He asks. "Of my birth certificate."

"Your what?"

"Don't play dumb, Hope." RM snarls.

Hoseok shrugs. "The basics." He answers. "Your name, parents, skipped over the boring stuff."

"And...?"

"That's it." Hoseok smiles. "I don't know much about you, RM. What I know now is safe with me, I promise you."

"And you choose to be honest and tell me rather than ignoring me." RM frowns again. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

His name, his parents. RM sighs. Thankfully Hoseok didn't read more than he needed it too. His name is not his biggest problem. It's what's on the back side.

The compilations, the warnings, his illness, his eye color.

Hoseok looks at him with a concerned frown. "Are you okay? You look bothered."

"You read through my personal information." RM sighs. "Of course I'm bothered. I wouldn't have told you that on my own. You invaded my privacy."

"I'm sorry." Hoseok says again. "But you know how I am! And it's not my fault you're messy!"

"My bedroom was off limits to you in the first place."

"And the aggression mattress!" Hoseok continues as if RM hadn't spoken at all. "I have the same one! I didn't think someone like you would need it. You're always so controlled and kind! People trust you!"

"I am not to be trusted, Hope!" RM shouts. "We are murderers! Cold-blooded killers! We do it as our job, and there's no hiding what we are from anyone who doesn't believe it! We kill, and we would kill everyone, including ourselves, if we didn't stop it! You of all people should know..."

Hoseok glances at him, sighing and twisting the wheel, sharply turning to park them to the side of the road.

RM grabs the front, grunting when the car comes to a halt. He glares at Hoseok with his familiar sharp eyes, opening his mouth to speak when Hoseok snaps back at him with a sudden sternness he's never seen before.

"RM, listen, I don't know who you are. Your name, your age, your job, those things don't defy you!"

RM looks at him, slowly closing his mouth again and sitting back.

"You're fucking awesome!" Hoseok laughs. "I admire you! But we all have secrets and they're not ours to share! You of all people should know. I have that mattress because I will kill myself if I don't, I have urges because I was raised with blue expectations. I am a killer, I agree, and I accept that I am!"

Hoseok runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before laying his free hand on RM's shoulder.

"We are murderers too, just as those green-eyed are. Urges or not, what we do is wrong, and we know that. But we have it under control." He smiles. "You have it under control, Namjoon."

Hearing someone speak out his name like that sends a dark shiver down RM's spine.

It had been years since anyone called him by his name. It felt good, but it's wrong. He's not worthy of it anymore.

"You're wrong." RM mumbles softly. "I don't have it under control."

"Are you fucking with me? You've never lost control! You're the most at ease red-eyed I've ever met!"

"I'm not a red-eyed!"

Hoseok blinks. He eyes him up and down, raising one of his brows. He sure has red eyes to him.

"And a good liar too."

"Hope, quit it." RM growls. "I'm not- I can't- UGH!"

RM slams his hands on the dashboard in front of him with a loud yell, quickly getting out of his car and slamming his fists into a nearby tree, whining at the splintering in his fists.

Hoseok quickly gets out as well, running up to him to check if he's okay, but RM stops him.

With a hand against his chest, Hoseok quietly takes a step back and watches as the man takes a few deep breaths, bowing his head down.

"I'm not a red-eyed, Hope." He says again. "I know exactly what the case is we're dealing with. I..." He can't find his words, stumbling as he struggles to speak.

"Easy, RM, easy." Hoseok smiles. "It's okay."

Again, he takes a few deep breaths, he then slowly turns around and grabs Hoseok's hand, looking down at the grass.

"This case is rare." He starts quietly. "It's an illness that's been kept from us for centuries. Ever since they labeled red-eyed as the aggressive types, there wasn't any way it could be changed."

Hoseok listens, attentively and gently guiding RM to sit down on the grass with him.

"Red-eyed have this illness. It's guaranteed. But... green-eyed and blue-eyed can also get it. It's unpredictable, and no one knows if you have it if you don't have red eyes like the rest... Unless you were tested."

RM slowly reaches for his own eyes, poking around until he lifts his hands forward. Two red contact lenses lay in his shaky hands.

"I've never told this to anyone." He mumbles. "I'm terrified every single day. That I'll kill someone I love, because the urges aren't permanent. They show up and disappear, out of nowhere, and I can't tell when they will like red-eyed can."

Hoseok blinks once, then twice, and slowly takes RM's hands in his own.

His heart pounds in his chest. It's exciting, he's afraid, but so excited. This secret, this confession, the lie that's exposed.

There's more to killing. There's more to him.

When RM slowly looks up at him, there's a pair of bright blue eyes rather than the familiar ruby red Hoseok's always known.

It's quite the shock, and Hoseok can't help but move back a bit.

He's never seen a blue-eyed this close before. And he always thought he was talking to a red-eyed.

"Hope...? Are you okay?"

Hoseok blinks and then nods. "Yeah... I-... Well. Honestly how do I respond to that?"

RM chuckles at the sudden cluelessness and shrugs. "How about we start over?" He smiles. "I'm Namjoon. I'm a blue-eyed with the illness of Myunhae and the leader of Ghost."

His eyes are like diamonds. The more Hoseok looks at them, the more mesmerized he is by them. The sweet ocean swirls in them.

Thank the heavens most blue-eyed aren't as evil as they could be. They'd be great manipulators.

Namjoon raises his brows, slowly averting his eyes and fumbling with his contacts.

"I'm... Hoseok. I've always been a red-eyed with issues and... well, just got shocked by someone who I thought was... like me?"

"I am like you." Namjoon comments with a frown. "We both kill, we solve crimes and you haven't thought different of me until now. My eyes don't change the fact that I want the same thing that you want."

"What I want?"

Namjoon tilts his head and grins, a dark smirk that completely ruins the innocence in his blue eyes. "Your urges are the same as mine." He chuckles. "We find those green-eyed, we kill them."

Hoseok blinks again, then looks away to the car and back to his partner whose grin hasn't faded. He sees the scars on the man's arms, and the look in his eyes.

Blue or red, he's craving blood the same as he is.

"Sure." Hoseok smiles. "Let's go kill 'em."

Namjoon greets his smile with a bright one of his own and carefully puts his contacts back in, hiding his soft blue eyes once more.

Hoseok is almost disappointed. Those eyes are gorgeous. His eyes are gorgeous.

The red-eyed stands back up and holds out his hand, grinning when Namjoon takes it and they get back into the car, this time with the taller at the wheel.

When they start driving again, Hoseok suddenly bombards his friend with questions.

"How'd you hide it?"

"My parents gave me these. Used them ever since."

"Why'd you hide it?"

"I'd be killed."

"Why did you join Hyde?"

"The urges got to me. I killed many innocents before I found them."

"But you look so controlled!"

"My urges are extremely unpredictable." Namjoon mutters. "They come and go, and sometimes they stay."

"Your apartment? The mess?"

"Research. For the illness. How to control it."

"Any results?"

"It's incurable." Namjoon shrugs. "And the urges get worse the older you get. I'll most likely be caught someday and put in an asylum."

"Oh... I'm sorry?"

Namjoon looks at him, smiling at his concerned stare. The boy may be absolutely insane at times, but he cared. He was blunt, but he sure knew how to melt him.

"We're close." He says. "Next corner we park, we can't get too close."

Hoseok nods. "How do we confirm it's the right person?"

"Have them grab something, steal it."

"My style."

"Your style." Namjoon chuckles.

As they drive the road to the end and Namjoon parks in, the two look at each other for a short time.

Hoseok already misses the blue eyes on his friend. They fit him so well.

Namjoon smiles at him and gets out of the car, locking it as soon as Hoseok slams the door shut and cracks his neck.

The man's itching for a kill. His fingers twitching. The taller glances down at him, then gently takes Hoseok's hand into his own, caressing his palm with his thumb and guiding the grumbling red-eyed to the door of their suspect.

"Stay calm."

"I'm trying."

"Stop twitching."

"Don't hold me!"

"Hush." Namjoon snarls. "We don't need someone to die before we know it's actually them."

Hoseok scowls but nods, taking a deep breath and straightening up. He shakes off the feeling. No matter what they had happen before, Namjoon was still RM when needed.

Namjoon holds his hand tighter, walking towards the messily painted doorway of their suspects house and knocks on the door.

They wait a bit, when it seems like no one is home, the door suddenly opens full swing.

"Jimin, I-!"

The man who stands there looks at them with big eyes.

"Oh..." He mumbles. "You're not my friend. What do you want?"

"Yoongi?" Hoseok asks. "Min Yoongi?"

"Who's asking?"

Namjoon looks the man up and down, frowning at his hands. "We're friends of Jimin's. He said you could help us with a problem we've had."

"You red-eyed and their problems..." The man grumbles. "Fine."

Hoseok follows Namjoon's gaze, grinning a bit when he notices.

"You went to Seoul High, right? Where you then became a librarian and now regularly sleep on the job?"

"Why. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all." Hoseok smiles. "But... I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to get blood all over your hands!"

The man's face pulls into a frustrated scowl. "What are you even talking about?! I sort books for a living!"

"Myunhae."

"What?"

"You know of it." Namjoon quirks a brow. "As a librarian you must've done all sorts of research."

"I'm closing the door."

Hoseok quickly pushes himself in between the suspect and the door, grinning brightly and lightly pushing him back. "No, no. You won't."

With every move from the two men, the suspect grows more nervous with every step.

"Yoongi, you probably know why we're here." Namjoon says, rubbing his wrists. "And you're not the only case. This... Jimin, friend?"

"Leave him out of this."

"So you admit it?"

"That I know what Myunhae is, yes." Yoongi mutters. "That I admit."

Namjoon tilts his head, nudging his hand to Hoseok, who cracks his neck.

"Listen, I don't know what you want from me!"

"You know exactly what we want." Namjoon smiles. "All we need you to do is tell us the truth."

"You red-eyed always manipulate the shit out of us green-eyed!" Yoongi yells. "Feel like you're so tough? That you stand above us all!"

Hoseok nonchalantly shrugs and quickly jumps forward, grabbing onto the green-eyed hand and pulling it out towards them.

Fresh drops of red blood drip down onto Hoseok's fingers, and Yoongi says nothing. He looks away, tightening his hands to fists.

Namjoon looks at him. "Myunhae is a decease." He starts. "And you know that you suffer from it."

"How did you find me?"

"It's not bad." Namjoon continues. "Just a liability for the innocents."

Yoongi glares up at him.

"You need help. And currently, there's no one for that. I recommend you turn yourself in and serve the time they give. It'll be easier."

"How the fuck would you know anything about what I'm going through?!" Yoongi screams, tugging his wrist back. "I'm in constant pain! My own mind is trying to kill me!"

Hoseok looks at his partner, eyes wide with anticipation.

"I know exactly what you're going through." Namjoon replies. "You and I are in the same boat, except I served my time and healed myself."

"You? Delusional red-eyed freak!"

Namjoon grins. "Hmhm." He nods. "Freaks. Welcome to the circus." He waves his hand to the green-eyed and watches curiously when Hoseok takes his chance.

As soon as Hoseok goes to trap him down, Yoongi grabs him by his throat and slams him back against the wall, whining when Hoseok pushes back and claws at his cheeks.

The look in both of their eyes is insanity. Both in a different way.

The same illness.

Blood runs down Yoongi's cheeks and jaw, and Hoseok's face is red from trying to breathe.

Their constant stare doesn't break either, with Hoseok laughing at the pain in his lungs and Yoongi growling at the humiliation.

Namjoon runs his hand from Yoongi's shoulder to Hoseok's throat, chucking at the goosebumps.

"See?" He smiles. "There's nothing wrong with feeling aggressive. There's nothing wrong with you."

"I'm not... I can't be." Yoongi grumbles. "I wasn't born like you. It's unacceptable."

"Neither was I."

"You have red eyes like everyone else!"

"Do I?"

Hoseok glances over to him, smiling brightly at him through his teary eyes and stained cheeks.

The taller prys Yoongi's hands away from the man's throat, releasing Hoseok from the deathening grip.

Yoongi slowly feels his cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the cuts in his skin with a scowl.

"Finally comfortable?"

Hoseok's words are addicting. As soon as Namjoon looks at him, a smile breaks out on his lips. He can't help but smile at those gorgeous icy eyes.

Namjoon scoffs and pats his head when Hoseok slides down the wall to catch his breath.

Then, his eyes fall on Yoongi.

The young man is glaring down at his bloodied hand. It's still hard to believe. He looks up at Namjoon, taking a small step back when the taller glares at him with sharp blue eyes.

"See?" Namjoon pokes his arm. "We are the same, you and I."

"You... But I thought...-"

"I hide it so I can legally do my job." Namjoon casually shrugs. "A blue-eyed can't kill people for a living. These contacts cost me a fortune, but I manage."

"How is that supposed to help my situation?!" Yoongi yells. "There's a dead man in my kitchen as we speak!"

"The evidence is there." Hoseok pants. "You will be arrested. Not for life. Five or ten years at most."

"I advise you," Namjoon cuts him off, "to turn yourself in on our behalf. You'll get the short end of the stroke. You and your friend, I can help you. Take the jail time to heart. You'll be surrounded by red-eyed, all of who you will understand and vice versa."

Yoongi sighs deeply, running his clean hand through his hair. "There goes my clean record." He scoffs. "I guess... if there's no other way."

"Come find me when you and your friend get released." Namjoon says. "I can help. I promise."

Hoseok looks up at them, giving the green-eyed man a forgiving smile.

It seems that the truth could be better than a lie. In this case.

°•●•°

"Shit..."

"What is it?"

Seokjin glares down at his phone with a stern scowl. "It's Yoongi."

"You mean from Tae's mom?"

Jungkook scoots over to him, leaning over the man's shoulder to see the text.

"It was Yoongi... Fuck." Seokjin growls. "He really did it. Bastard."

"Fuckface."

The older rolls his eyes at the sudden snicker from Jungkook, who lays his hand on his thigh.

His parents were not far off, and they still had to play a happy couple.

They fully bought it and shared everything they knew, much to Seokjin's dismay.

Baby photos, his eye reveal, how afraid he was of getting green or blue and how he broke one of their family vases when he discovered his red eyes.

His first kill and job, how he had grown from a menacing child to a responsible adult.

Jungkook had enjoyed every second, and Seokjin was holding his hand tighter and tighter to prevent him from killing his own lovely mother.

"We found the culprit at least. Your friend's been avenged."

"What'll happen to him?"

"Jail." Seokjin answers. "Most likely. Rehabilitation or the death penalty."

Jungkook quickly pulls out his phone, texting Taehyung of the results, proceeding to pat the older's thigh. "You chose the right people. Thank you, hyung."

"No problem." Seokjin grins.

Jungkook had slowly come to terms with Seokjin's desperation. His mother was a kind woman, but by the way she was so excited to finally talk to someone other than Seokjin about... well, Seokjin. It made her happier than Jungkook had seen any red-eyed woman be.

Seokjin told him that he'd never brought anyone home. His family had always been with many people, so love was never truly present.

He never bothered with it, but as his siblings slowly got married and began to date, Seokjin felt outcasted. His family bugged him about it for years, so much so that he didn't come to visit them for two years.

He just wanted to please his mother, if only once.

"Kookie!"

Jungkook looks up at Seokjin's mother with a bright smile.

"Will you come by for Christmas? We've got such grand plans!"

"But... isn't that months away? It's June!"

"It doesn't hurt to plan ahead."

Jungkook looks at Seokjin, who shrugs and wraps his arm around his shoulder. "It's up to you."

Jungkook looks at Seokjin's mother and smiles shyly, nodding quietly. No one can say no to that smile and those big bright motherly eyes.

She squeals and grabs his free hand, blabbering on about her many plans and questions for gifts, dragging him away from the red-eyed who waves him off with a chuckle.

He sighs when the two are out of sight and his father repeats the sigh with an amused grin.

The two look at each other for a moment.

"You know it won't last, right?" His father shrugs. "Love can't be found for us."

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "Maybe not for you. I still have a chance."

"With that innocent bunny?"

"Yes, dad, with that innocent bunny."

His father shrugs again. "Suit yourself. I don't think he'll last."

Seokjin looks at him with a frown and crosses his arms. "Watch me. I'll have love, just you wait."

°•●•°

A few days passed since the trial of Yoongi and Jimin's murder.

The news was hard on the other green-eyed, who was in heavy denial about the diagnosis and claimed he was normal.

A usual reaction.

Both Namjoon and Hoseok were there for it, and Namjoon was rather relieved to hear them get seven years.

At least it wasn't death.

He had given his address and phone number as an emergency contact to the prison, which was also thankfully accepted.

Namjoon had spent his next few days researching even more of his illness. He didn't discover any more than he already had.

He looks out the window of his apartment with a frown, flinching when there is a loud knock on his door.

Who could that be? Even at this time.

Stumbling towards the door, Namjoon's hand hovers over the handle, taking a deep breath and preparing to tell whoever it is to fuck off.

He opens the door, but his eyes go wide when a familiar red-haired man smiles at him with a familiar big heart-shaped smile.

"Hey Joonie!"

"Don't ever call me that again."

"Noted." Hoseok grins. "How've you been?"

"Coping." Namjoon huffs.

Hoseok heard he's been living without his contacts when at home, but it's very clear that he feels uncomfortable in his own home without them.

"Wanna go out?"

Namjoon looks at him with a disgusted scowl. "Out? No."

"Aw, come on!" Hoseok whines. "Just you and me! Dinner! My treat! Just this once!"

"Stop pleading, you sound like a child."

"Then go with me!"

"No."

"Pretty pleeeeeease?"

Namjoon rolls his eyes as far as they can possibly go and grabs the man by his hair. "Fine. But you pay, and I get double dessert."

"Deal!"

It wasn't as if Hoseok wasn't planning on that either way.

Namjoon nudges his head as he turns around, urging him to come inside. The apartment was a bit cleaner, with the files now shoved in multiple cabinets and books in their bookshelves.

"Finally, I can walk." Hoseok laughs.

"Very funny."

The red-haired looks at him with a big smile, managing to crack the smallest grin on Namjoon's face.

"Let me get ready. I'm not dressed for this."

Hoseok plops himself on the couch, looking out at the window. "You'll look good in whatever."

Namjoon's hand stops at the doorhandle to his room and looks at Hoseok, who doesn't look away from the window at all.

His heart pounds in his chest. Should he put his contacts in? Hoseok himself said he still needed to get used to the blue.

Debating the choice, he gently lays the box down. There was no use. Hoseok knew anyway, and it's not like they'd be on a mission.

This was just going out.

When he opens the door again, he rolls his eyes to see Hoseok staring at the locked knives.

"Hope."

"You know my name, Joon, we're not at work now."

Namjoon shrugs sheepishly, walking towards him and slowly pulling him away from the protected blades.

Hoseok mutters something under his breath and looks up at him, smiling. "Now I feel underdressed."

"You're fine." Namjoon comments, rolling the sleeves of his blouse up to his elbows. "Let's go. Before it gets too late."

"Got it."

▪︎=|The End|=▪︎

Questions of the Chapter:

What is Myunhae?

How did Namjoon get it?

Why does he hide his eyes?

What will happen to Yoongi and Jimin?

What will happen to Seokjin and Jungkook?

What will happen to Taehyung?