•=|Try Me|=|JinKook|=•
•=|Killer|=•

°•●•°

Jungkook was excited. Really excited. Gone with the boring black eyes. He was going to have color!

From a certain age, your fate would be decided from your parents.

At the age of eighteen, your eyes would be blue, green, or red.

Blue stands for a good future with fortune and happiness. An angel, in other words.

Green was neutral. A boring color. You'd live life making boring choices and working boring jobs.

But red... Everyone dreaded getting red eyes. Eyes of evil. You'd live life on the edge, making bad choices and making life miserable for others.

Red eyed people were usually avoided in public. There were companies for red eyed people, jobs they were allowed and not allowed to have. They even had to take a different driver's test and education to graduate or pursue a career.

Red eyed people were outcasts.

People feared them.

But Jungkook didn't think about that. He wanted to reveal his eyes with his friends.

Some had already turned eighteen, but with the promise came a purpose. They wore contacts until Jungkook, the youngest of them, got his eyes.

It was the last day of August, meaning tomorrow was the day that Jungkook got his eyes.

But he wasn't worried. Both of his parents had blue eyes, so it would only make sense he'd get blue eyes as well.

He had always been well-behaved and kind, kept his manners and apologized if he heard something wrong.

The night Jungkook went to sleep, he barely could. He was so excited.

There was the reveal with his parents first before his friends, but he made them promise not to say.

The morning he went downstairs, his parents were already waiting for him.

Both of their blue eyes were bright, and Jungkook could only hope he would have the same.

He opens his eyes widely to his parents, asking them what color they are.

Their happy faces fall. A fearful and disappointed look on their faces causes Jungkook's heart to drop.

"Are they green...?" He asks quietly.

His mother cups his cheeks, shaking her head as she engulfs him in a hug. Jungkook freezes, his arms falling to his sides.

A stinging few tears fall down his cheeks. He knows his answer.

His eyes are red.

°•●•°

Jungkook blinks every few seconds when he gets that strange feeling of his contact lenses moving.

His father gave him them.

He was so scared to face his friends. What if they could see through them? What if they could see his red eyes?

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook flinches when he hears his name, being snapped from his trans.

"H-hyung! Hey!"

No surprise to see his friend with bright blue eyes.

"We both have blue eyes!" His friend giggles. "What are the odds?"

Jungkook gives him a soft sheepish smile. "What are the odds..."

"Hey, Tae."

Jungkook's friend turns, a little nervous at the voice. "J-Jin hyung..."

"I need you to fetch me something from the music room on your side of the school. A box to store some cables sin from your side. They've been brought here and never returned."

"Can't you just give him the cables?" Jungkook snarls, cocking his head. He covers his mouth quickly and starts apologizing.

The Jin person scowls at him. "You've got nerve for a blue eyed to talk to me in that tone."

Jungkook twitches a bit. "You're not special. Find your own solution. I don't fear red eyed like you."

Taehyung freezes when Jin grabs Jungkook's collar past his chest.

Jungkook only grabs his wrist, squeezing it with the tight grip.

"You best hold your tongue." Jin growls. "You might loose a tooth."

"G-guys! Quit it! I'll bring the box!" Taehyung panics.

Jin lets go of the younger with a nod. "Good. You know where to find me."

As the red-eyed walks away, Jungkook shakes his head. He looks after the boy, shivering a bit from the way he was nearly killed on his first day.

"What was that?! Why did you do that?!" Taehyung squeaks.

Jungkook shakes his head, not wanting to tell his friend how or why.

°•●•°

"Let me bring it! After that encounter you must be terrified of him!"

"I'm fine. Besides, I have to apologize."

"Are you sure? I can take it--"

"I'm fine. Tae."

Jungkook glares at his friend, taking the box from him. Before Taehyung can say anything further, Jungkook is already gone.

On his way to the part of the school where he belongs.

He quickly rushes into the restroom to take out his lenses. When he looks into the mirror, he feels guilty. Guilty for lying, but some sick part of him loves it.

That sick part loves the feeling of lying. The feeling of misleading his friends to believe them into thinking something he's not.

Sliding the box in the bag, he gets back out, getting quiet gasps and stares from some in the halls as he walks into the red-eyed part of the school.

As he shuts the door, he glares a bit at the stares he gets.

"What." He snarls, sending most of them on their way.

He clenches onto the box as he follows his way to the music room.

Without knocking, he opens and slams the door shut, not even meaning to.

He looks at the single person in the room, frowning at the tugging and adjusting of bass strings.

"Jin."

"It's Seokjin hyung to you."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "I got your stuff."

Jungkook drops the box next to him as Seokjin grabs onto his wrist. He pulls himself out of the grip.

"Do not touch me."

"Snappy, for a blue-eyed." Seokjin smirks, finally looking up at him.

Jungkook quickly looks away.

"Are you sure you don't wanna stay here? Not like I'd care. A kid like you will only be caught lying and expelled for being on the wrong side." Seokjin chuckles.

Jungkook glares at him. "I'm not supposed to be here." He snarls.

"Oh? So those aren't red eyes, I see?"

The younger's fists clench.

"See." Seokjin smirks. "You're a red eye. Just like us. Stay. Fight. Cause havoc. Like we all do."

"You're a bad influence."

"Aren't we all?"

Jungkook huffs and scoffs. "Why would you not just bring the cables to Taehyung?"

Seokjin smirks. "I want to make those blue eyed fear me. Force them here. Make them realize and see what we have to go through. They'll get a share of red-eyed lives."

"How old are you?" Jungkook asks.

"Twenty one." Seokjin grins. "It'll get worse, new kid. You'll start getting urges. To fight. You'll be out of control every once in a while. You'll start fights out of your control, you'll start using weapons. I've stabbed someone with a pencil already!"

Jungkook's eyes widen a little. He opens his mouth to say something, but covers it when he speaks.

"That's... awesome!"

Seokjin's smirk grows, more sinisterly than good. "You're one like me."

"Are there different races of red-eyed now?" Jungkook huffs, still covering his mouth.

Seokjin laughs a little. "So embarrassed. Scared to be a little evil? That's our purpose, baby boy. To be the outcasts here. Accept reality now because you and I will be graduating. If we don't know whether to kill or not, it's coming sooner or later."

"And how do you know that I will kill?" Jungkook snarls. "You know nothing."

"How much percent of the popularity is allowed to be a body guard or a butcher? Two daily jobs. How much percent?"

Jungkook looks at him. "Thirty six percent..."

"Exactly. We have a purpose that is overlooked."

Jungkook glares at him. He wasn't going to become a body guard or a butcher. Killing beasts for food is what animals do.

"In thought." Seokjin sighs, gently putting away the bass. "You look so troubled, kid. What's bothering you?"

Jungkook scoffs, but he doesn't hide his sadness. "My parents are both blue-eyed. Imagine having a red-eyed son..."

"Imagine being a red-eyed born in a family of red-eyes." Seokjin growls. "That is pressure, kid. When my parents got married they went through divorce after marriage and divorce. Now, they openly cheat on each other. I have six half brothers and sisters."

"Why would you tell me this?"

"Rumours are the best way to corrupt innocents." Seokjin smirks. "But you spread facts. Scary facts."

"Is it true?" Jungkook asks.

Seokjin opens his hand. On the palm. Right there. A scar. A family mark. A brand.

Jungkook stares at it. He can't imagine the pain, as it left it black and purple.

"But don't worry." Seokjin smirks. "You didn't know. And no one has to, but for one little thing I want you to do for me."

"Spread a rumor?"

Seokjin shakes his head. "Come home with me. I don't care when, just someday. Let me introduce you to my family."

"We aren't dating." Jungkook jokes. "What will you say if they ask."

Seokjin slowly gets up from his seat and smirks, pulling Jungkook closer to him. "I'll tell them we're partners. Partners in crime. You are capable of bad things, I know that, because when I got my eyes I was scared too. But I'm getting better."

Jungkook scoffs and shakes his head. "No."

Seokjin cocks his head and watches Jungkook leave. He scowls and sits back down, looking at the box on the floor.

He reaches for the red wired cable and pulls it out, with it flings a white box.

A cylinder shape. A box.

Seokjin grabs it and pops it open. His smirk growls when inside, he sees two bright blue color contact lenses.

°•●•°

"I brought them."

"You took a while--!!"

Taehyung freezes in his words, his eyes widening at his younger friend. Jungkook just stares at him.

"What?"

"Y-you lied?"

"What?" Jungkook shakes his head.

"You lied!" Taehyung whimpers. "You red-eyed... you always lie..."

"Red--"

Jungkook's eyes widen and he turns to the door with a panicked squeak. In the reflection of the window.

His red eyes.

"Tae, Tae! I can explain!"

"You lied!"

"I didn't mean to! Please don't leave me!" Jungkook whimpers.

Taehyung takes a short step back, but nods quickly. He's too scared to refuse, but also doesn't want to leave his friend.

But Jungkook was already unpredictable before. How could he possibly be now that he's bound to be a murderer?

°•●•°

Seokjin taps his foot, his friend holding his shoulder to prevent him from charging at his target.

"Calm down. It's not like Jimin will come for him instead."

"Jimin can suck my pencil."

"He already did a year ago."

"Oh shut your face hole!" Seokjin snaps. "You green-eyed asked don't know what we're going through."

His friend scowls. "I am led to become a librarian. A librarian, Seokjin. Don't complain."

Seokjin glares at him with blazing eyes. "I'll get that kid. I need that kid. See those twitchy fingers?!"

"Yes, I see them."

"God dammid! Yoongi! He's perfect!" Seokjin slams his knife into the table. "Twitchy fingers, thoughtful, his friend is terrified of him!"

"He's shaking."

Seokjin's fingers twitch as he plays with the knife, ripping it out and stabbing it back in.

"Calm down, Jin." Yoongi snarls. "Go up to him. Ask him to fight. If he's a true killer as you say, he'll accept."

"You're a genius."

Yoongi grins as his friend jumps off the table. "I know."

Seokjin angrily rushes over, cracking his knuckles as he snaps his wrist into a near punch.

Jungkook just looks up and glares at him. He pulls his wrist away when Seokjin tries to grab it, clenching his chopsticks.

"Fight me."

Jungkook's eyes snap to his, but turn to his hand when Taehyung's trembling fingers grab onto his.

He takes a deep breath and then shakes his head, quietly going back to eating.

Seokjin growls and slams his fists down on the table, grabbing his wrist, successfully this time.

"Fight me." He growls again.

Jungkook's jaw clenches as Taehyung holds onto to him.

The blue-eyed doesn't know what's going on in his brain. He just does what he thinks will help, but he's scared of what Jungkook will do when he gives in to Seokjin's big game.

Jungkook looks down at his food and shakes his head again. More tensely. He doesn't trust himself to talk.

"Fight me!" Seokjin yells. "Make me bleed!"

Jungkook glares at him. "No..."

"J-Jungkook! Calm down--"

"Shut it you blue-eyed freak!" Seokjin snaps angrily.

This boy was ruining his day.

"Shut up." Jungkook growls. "You don't talk to my friend that way."

"Or what?! Will you cry?! You're weak, just like him!"

"I said shut up!"

"Come on then! Go where you belong!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!!"

Jungkook snatches his wrist from Seokjin's grip, scraping his chopsticks harshly against the skin under Seokjin's eye.

Taehyung gasps and squeaks, quickly pulling his hand away.

Seokjin stares at the younger wide-eyed, tapping below his eye.

Blood drips down his finger and his skin, a few splinters from the wood in the wound.

He smirks. "Look what you did." He chuckles. "It stings. You didn't even have to try. I didn't have to try."

"It's gonna leave a mark." Jungkook sneers back. "Make sure to wash it clean when you still can."

"Or else what?"

"It's bound to infect."

Seokjin chuckles, eventually walking back to his table with his friend, who stares at him with wide eyes.

"He's got some anger issues." Seokjin chuckles. "An easy fix."

°•●•°

Jungkook cracks his head to the side, dropping his bag and nodding quietly to his colleague.

After high school he had to choose. He's been a successful bouncer for clubs for a few years and even is openly hired to teach other younger red-eyes and blue-eyes how to defend and let out their anger from his own training.

He's doing great for a red-eyed.

His parents respected his wish to continue life honestly. Both of them were disappointed to know he lost his contacts on the first day, but they supported him.

They let him go to the gym and bought him a sandbag to punch and strangle whenever he has issues or urges.

Needless to say, they had to use quite a lot of bags and a lot of vacuum cleaning.

He was such an aggressive and uncontrollable twenty year old, they thought he could never get on his own feet.

But he did.

He got offered a job as a bouncer when he was at the gym and accepted it, thinking it would be temporary.

He enjoyed it and stayed instead.

His green-eyed partner was an interesting one. He would do nothing but ask for ID's and let them in, whilst Jungkook did the rest.

Annoying people, mean people, fights, people stealing, or sneaking things in.

He was often called inside because of red-eyed fighting or suspicious activity.

He kept training and gained quite the muscle. People would be intimidated, as he was already quite a tall guy.

He never really thinks back to the high-school-days.

High school is always a pain, especially when you're young and the teachers think you're less than them.

But Jungkook got over that. He's doing well in life thus far.

"Jungkook, We got a B7, come in and fix it please."

"On it."

Jungkook taps his partner, letting him know he's inside, to which his partner nods.

The flashing lights he usually avoids. They stir in him. His eyes immediately spot the hair pulling and loud cling of bottles shattering.

He walks over in big steps and grabs the two women by their hair.

They whine and shriek until they notice him. One of them is a blue-eyed, an outerring breaking red. The other is a green-eyed.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Jungkook says deeply. "Or pay for the damage and continue the night."

The girls both huff and snarl, both trying to get their way out.

Jungkook's earpiece beeps with an annoying pitch before a voice comes in.

"Ah--! Shit!! Jungkook! Come in! Someone just got shot!!"

"What?!"

"Someone. Got. Shot!! Get out here! Forget B7!!"

Jungkook lets go of the two girls and rums outside, his eyes scanning the situation quicker than him finished his homework.

Immediately the red puddle spreads on the tiles, his eyes widen at a scent he hasn't sensed that strong.

His pupil blows out a little, his iris sinking darker.

He shakes his head violently and immediately tells people to find cover whilst he goes to the body.

A shot in the lower stomach.

The victim is still alive.

Jungkook quickly takes his shirt and presses it down on the wound, grabbing his phone and immediately dialing for the ambulance.

He screams at his partner to grab a few glasses of water and something candy-like to keep them from fainting and keep their bloodsugar good enough.

But then he notices something.

On the rooftop.

Near the corners of the streets.

At the parked cars.

"No sudden movements." Jungkook growls. "They're everywhere."

"Who are they?"

"I don't know."

Jungkook carefully takes the body in his arms and hands her over to his partner.

"Take her inside, the ambulance in on their way."

"What will you do?"

"My job."

Jungkook cracks his knuckles as he motions for them to come out of their hiding spot as his partner hurries everyone inside.

No one moves. Not until one of them stands up.

Face hidden with a mask and a hood, all Jungkook can see are gorgeous cherry red eyes.

"We meet." Jungkook grumbles.

He notices the shiny objects on the stranger. Bullets and hidden knives. He has to be careful.

"We do."

It's a male voice, deep yet sultry.

The man is tall and nearly towering over him, eyes sharp and glowing with pride over guilt.

"Explain." Jungkook growls. "Why shoot an innocent person?"

"Why not." The man chuckles, taking a step closer. "After all, we have a job to do."

"And why do that here?"

"Blue eyed come here." The man scoffs. "And red eyed own this place."

Jungkook eyes him up and down. "The mask?"

"Identity. I wouldn't want a professional to know a criminal, would I?"

"That is up to you. I am not a professional, but I am required to call the cops."

"Too bad." The man sighs. "I'm not here to kill you. I don't kill red eyed. Nor do I kill green eyed. Blues are what gets me high. Those pesky people with their perfect lives."

Jungkook frowns. Where has he heard that before...?

The man looks up at the roof and presses on his ear. Jungkook hears a distorted voice.

"Yes. I'll be on my way." The man says quickly. He looks back at Jungkook. "It's been a nice chat, mister Jeon, I hope to see you again under better circumstances. Adios."

The man salutes him and then walks away, calling the group to leave.

Jungkook huffs before walking inside again.

"Let's close up for now. I don't trust them." He whispers to his partner, who nods and talks it over with the manager.

Jungkook keeps his eye on the roof and looks down at the puddle of blood as the ambulance comes roaring in.

The woman is taken away, and Jungkook feels his throat tighten at the thought of another death.

After the clean up hours, Jungkook goes back home that night.

°•●•°

Flicking on the lights had his expecting something empty. He thought the noise came from his neighbors.

But instead, he walks into his living room, with five people inside, drinking alcohol, and laughing.

In his house.

"Get out." Jungkook grumbles.

The five turn to him. That's when Jungkook notices. Their clothes, and masks, and the weapons on the ground.

"You..."

"You took long enough." One of them snaps. "Get your stuff! Come on! Hurry up!"

Jungkook glares at them. "Get out. Find someone else to bother."

One of them sighs and gets up. It's the one from the club. The tall one.

"We went here after our job was done. We took some beer, I hope you don't mind."

"Get. Out." Jungkook grits his teeth. "I've had enough."

"But we are not here for trouble." The man says. "We're here to negotiate."

"There is nothing to negotiate." Jungkook snarls, clenching his fists. "Now get out or I'll call the cops."

The man rolls his eyes. "The cops? What are they going to do?"

"Murder is illegal."

The man grabs something out of his pocket and shoves it into Jungkook's face, pulling his mask down.

"Is having a job that requires murder illegal?" He snaps. "I'm not here for jokes, mister Jeon, I'm here to offer you a life as a red eyed. A job you will love as a red eyed. You have freedom and get paid whilst stilling your urges--"

"Not interested." Jungkook growls. "Now leave."

The man rolls his eyes and puts his mask back on. He nudges the others who start grabbing their stuff.

The man leaves something on the table before the five of them are gone.

Jungkook sighs deeply, grabbing his hair and locking the door. He isn't feeling like picking a fight with those guys.

He's one of the few who actually knows his place.

He sits down on the couch, glaring at the empty bottles and takes a nearly empty one to drown it down.

He looks at the table. The man left a card.

He picks it up and looks it over. It's a white card with a logo to the right, black fancy lettering and a phone number.

A business card.

He rolls his eyes and throws it back on the table, starting to clean the bottles up.

A murder. But it was never illegal.

Jungkook looks back at the card.

He picks it back up and looks it over again, and again, and again, until he's sure he can say the entire thing out loud.

"Killing?" He scoffs to himself. "What a joke."

Jungkook glances again, grabbing his phone as he dials the number.

He grumbles for even trying when the phone is picked up.

"Yes, hello? We're very busy so make it brief."

"Busy?" Jungkook can't believe it. "A murder line is busy?"

"Yes? Are you surprised? Now if you want someone assassinated you must fill in a form--"

"Five of your guys infiltrated my home, drank my beer and left a card. I was with an assassination today at club."

"Ah, you wanted to apply for a job then--"

"No, I'm filing a complaint."

"Will you stop interrupting me." The woman sighs. "These employees are professionals and are allowed to advise you to a job. You are not required to take it. If you are curious or want a trial day, come over and take a look at the website. Give another call to let us know you'll come and we shall team you in."

Jungkook shakes his head. "I'm not interested."

"We appreciate your honesty, but I still recommend you come."

"I'll see my time."

"Excellent decision sir. Then I'll expect a phone call on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Saturday."

"Why not on other days?"

"All will be explained when you look at our website or come by."

Jungkook scowls. "Fine. Have a great night."

"You too sir."

Jungkook hangs up and throws his phone at the couch, watching it bounce.

He sighs deeply before grabbing it and scrolling down to call another person.

But not before renaming the number as Beer Stealing Murder Hotline.

The phone rings a few times more.

"Yeah...?"

The voice on the other side is deep and groggy, raspy and tired.

"Sorry to call so late Tae..." Jungkook mumbles. "I'm in a difficult loop."

"Oh, Kookie, no don't worry about it." His old friend yawns. "What can I do for you?"

Jungkook sits down on the couch again. "I got robbed today."

"WHAT?! Are you hurt?! What got stolen?! Do I have to call the cops?!"

"No, nothing got stolen. I haven't looked yet at least. All I know they did was rob me of my beer. They drank nearly two entire crates."

"... They stole... beer?"

"Yeah."

"YOU CALL ME AT TWO IN THE MORNING TO TELL ME YOUR BEER GOT STOLEN?!!"

Jungkook huffs. "Yeah. And they killed someone in front of me today."

"... Excuse me, what?"

"A blue-eyed got assassinated when I was solving a conflict. The woman is fine, but I got offered a job by them."

"A job offer? By murderers? Did you call the police?"

"I couldn't." Jungkook sighs. "They are legally allowed to assassinate people."

"Really?"

Jungkook nods and sighs. "This guy told me he kills blue-eyed... I want you to be careful. I don't know if there is a hacker in there, so please be careful and protect yourself at all costs."

Taehyung hums. "Thank you... But will you take the offer?"

"That's my dilemma." Jungkook grumbles. "Those urges are eating me alive, Taehyung. My hands are twitching to strangle someone in between two pieces of splintering wood."

"Too much."

"Sorry..." Jungkook sighs. "I want it. I want to legally be able to still my urges. But I'm happy this way..."

"Except for your urges..."

"Yeah..."

There is a bit of silence.

"Do you remember high school?" Taehyung asks. "With... you know."

"Jin. Yeah. The dude screwed me over." Jungkook growls. "Turned me into what I am."

"A completely muscle bunny?"

"A monster, Tae."

"No, Jungkook, we went over this--"

"I've admitted how many times I wanted to stab you-- HOW ARE YOU STILL FRIENDS WITH ME?!!" Jungkook screams angrily, his hands shaking as he's left with confusion and fear.

"Calm down Kookie..." Taehyung says softly from the other side. "I'm here because I believe you are someone I can trust. Someone who knows his time and his urges. You're honest and calm up until and you tell me beforehand. You're an amazing guy, Jungkook. If I were gay, I'd totally date you!"

"Tae... You are gay."

"Actually, I'm bisexual!"

"Same thing."

"Oh no mister! We went over this!!--"

"I'm kidding." Jungkook chuckles. "Thanks... I'll let you sleep now."

"Thank you." Taehyung chuckles. "Sleep tight you muscle bunny."

"You too..."

°•●•°

"You actually came?! I didn't... Okay..."

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms. When he introduced himself to the lady the next morning as the guy who called last night with a complaint, she immediately went nuts.

She went for him. Personal questions and everything until he shut her up. A bit of brute force never hurt anyone... a lot.

Jungkook recognizes most outfits people have on. It's the same outfit as the guys from the night before, but in different colors of grey or black, or with a different logo on the sleeve.

"What do you do exactly when applying for this job?" Jungkook asks.

"Well, you kill." The woman shrugs. "Different levels, different people, different legal activity."

"Explain."

She sighs. "See that guy?"

Jungkook looks at the guy she points at. He wears a deep purple logo with a strange triangle sort of symbol.

"Yeah."

"He works for companies. He's up for hire and will do any killing, but no children under eighteen. Any hire requires money, of which costs will be split between us and him. The purple holds loyalty and trust, but everything comes with a price."

Jungkook nods. "And what about her?" He points at a woman with a yellow logo.

"That? It's children under eighteen."

"You kill kids?"

"Of course!" The woman shrugs. "Imagine having a kid you didn't want!"

Jungkook shudders. "So there must be an all age one too, or elder?"

She nods. "I work with elders. There are two types. The brutal kind, dark orange, and light orange, the calm type. I'm a lighter type."

"What do you do?"

"I help them out of their misery. Only those who suffer so badly they want nothing more but death, but are too scared to do it themselves or are not allowed by medicals."

Jungkook cocks his head. "Really...? So the dark orange don't care?"

She nods again. "It's the same as purple, but for elderly only, as we have a hazel color for kids only in the brutal way."

Jungkook shudders a bit. "What about the guys from last night?"

"Navy blues." The woman says. "Group killers for blue-eyed only. Dark greens for green-eyed only. And dark red for red-eyed only."

"What about all?"

"Black."

"... That's it?"

She nods.

"What about the other colors?" Jungkook asks. "White? Pink?"

"White is little of. They're belief killers. They kill for people who believe in Gods. Pink is sexual. Luring people in to kill them. Usually done for divorced people."

Jungkook looks down. "That... is a lot."

The woman looks at him. "Hesitating?"

Jungkook nods. "I've never killed before. I've hurt someone before... But never killed. A friend of mine said I should try it out after getting the card."

The woman pouts her lips softly. "You are new to this."

Jungkook nods again, nervously playing with his fingers. Should he continue?

"Tell you what." The woman says. "I don't do this usually. I'll give you a trial week."

"A what now?"

"Trial week." She smiles at him. "Every day you can try out a new class and see if you like it. If you don't, then no worries. Walk out as if nothing happened."

Jungkook looks at her with a soft smile. "Thank you... That's very kind, but I wouldn't know where to start."

"I do."

She grabs his wrist and pulls him with into a different room, an office of some sort. She rummages through some files before slamming one and a pen on the desk in front of Jungkook, who looks down.

The classes, logos, leaders, and a square are listed.

"Cross the ones you don't want, line the ones you don't know, and check the ones you like! I'll be back I have to fix something. Take your time!"

The woman waves as Jungkook is left standing. He sits down and grabs the pen. He immediately crosses the one with children and elderly.

Most he lines.

But then he comes to something his eyes fall.

Leaders...

Codenames...

What would be his?

As he checks a single box, he leaves it at that. He thinks. Deeply.

Why would he come here? His urges only come at nights... So why would he be here?

He has no reason to continue, but also no reason to leave.

°•●•°

Jungkook comes back the next day, meeting with the same woman. But... also many more others.

Seven others to be exact.

One for every day of the week.

He's nervous as he sits down with the others. He eyes every single one of them, until he notices something.

One of them has a scar.

A curvy scar under his left eye.

He has bee stung lips, plump and pink, with mesmerizing cherry red eyes.

The man raises his brows a little, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar..."

Jungkook nods. "Yeah... I don't know."

The woman shrugs. "Yeah, well. I don't care. We've got your list. We're putting you on an easy trial first with Jay, Haero, and Fuego."

The man on the far left waves his hand and bows his head a little. "The name's Jay. I'm the team leader for Geos. We specialize in people in business."

"I'm Fuego!" The woman talks before her turn, jumping up happily and showing her pink logo. "I'm in charge of the Rose team! Mostly clubs!"

Jungkook chuckles a little at her enthusiasm.

"Punk..." Haero mumbles. Turning to Jungkook, a soft smile is shown. "I'm Haero. I'm in charge of High, a team specializing in belief. Also, please do not identify me as she or her."

Jungkook is a bit taken aback at Haero's sharp response. "Then... what do I call you?"

"I'm trying out he and him."

"Alright..." Jungkook nods. "I'll keep it in mind."

The woman pulls their attention again by angrily snapping her fingers. "Okay! Okay! Okay! Continuing on! The final four, the tougher and bloodier ones."

"I'll take it from here."

"Hey--! Rude..."

The man scoffs. "The name's RM. I'm an all ages team, Ghost. We do everyone under a set of rules and we get double the pay depending on age and occupation." He lifts his red logo.

Jungkook tilts his head, about to ask a question when the woman next to him shuts him up.

"The name's Tallina." She says, mocking RM's tone before going back to her own with a smirk at RM's scowl and raising her turquoise logo. "My team's Juce. We kill most criminals. Any crime the police don't wanna do, we do."

"You really do look familiar..." The man sighs. "Who are you?"

Jungkook looks at him. "Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook."

"You went to Seoul's high school right? In the south?"

"Yeah...?"

"No way!" The man laughs. "Remember the guy you nearly stabbed?"

Jungkook's face pulls a little and he nods. "What about him?"

"That's me." He chuckles, pointing at his scar. "I'm Seokjin."

"Jin!"

"You're not supposed to tell your name no matter if you know him or not." RM snaps.

Seokjin rolls his eyes and smirks at Jungkook's wide eyed expression.

"I'm Jin. Leader of team Xaira. We specialize in middle aged from twenty five to fifty."

"Seokjin..." Jungkook mumbles softly. "When I thought... I'd be rid of you."

Seokjin chuckles. "You'll never get rid of me."

Jungkook feels tense in his spot, his muscles tight to prevent him from relaxing, knowing a mentally unstable person like him could attack him at any point.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Seokjin chuckles. "When I said you'd end up killing people."

RM immediately turns his head. "Are you saying you forced him here? That's--"

"A violation, yes I know." Seokjin rolls his eyes. "But I didn't force him. I haven't seen him in nearly ten years."

Jungkook nods, honestly agreeing with the older.

RM's frown stays, but he lets the topic go.

The last man besides Seokjin looks a little uncomfortable with their conversation, clearly sensing the tension.

"Well, then it's my turn." He says softly. "I'm XiouXiou, but once is good enough!" He speaks quickly and nervously. "I'm in charge of Rhythm, a group who kills people in solos." He turns lightly to show his blue logo.

The woman shakes her head a little. "Well... Jungkook, where would you like to start?"

Jungkook looks all of them over. Each one sounds interesting and yet confusing.

It's interesting to know and see that they do have categories for everyone and don't just assign people to kill others they don't want to.

"I want to start easy..." Jungkook says. "Not a lot of blood, not a lot of pressure. So I can adjust to... killing people."

"Oh! Me!" Fuego giggles happily. "There won't be much blood, barely any if you don't want to be the one killing. We work in a group of assassins, observers, and distractions."

A club... Jungkook has never been a party guy. He's been more of a stay at home guy. But he worked at a club before, so it shouldn't be too hard.

He nods and shakes hands with the girl, who giggles with excitement at the deal.

"Perfect! I'll send you an email with the details, the time and place, and I'll give you a call so I know your ways a little."

Jungkook nods again, looking at Seokjin again. He can't believe it... After years, to see him again.

Seokjin meets his gaze, giving him a short smile.

Jungkook feels small under his gaze. He knows Seokjin is much more experienced. It'll be very tense when he comes to him.

°•●•°

Jungkook gulps nervously. He has a knife in his jacket. He was the distraction.

Thankfully Fuego joined him.

"You'll do fine." Fuego whispers to him. "The knife is for emergencies. Our target you know. Try to get close to her, stab her only if absolutely necessary."

Jungkook nods. "I'm just not used to being... in a party."

"I'll be there with you. Trust me, follow my lead."

Jungkook was assigned his clothes. They always wear something signaturish to make sure people know they're there, but not enough to have someone escape.

Jungkook has been commanded to dress like he doesn't want trouble, yet still be attractive enough to lure the woman.

Jungkook just came in blue ripped jeans with his timberlands and a white tshirt. He got a black leather jacket with the logo pressed in diamonds on either sleeve.

It's not too obvious, but they're legally allowed to be there and kill as long as logo can be proven to be on it.

Which it can.

Jungkook is now legally allowed to kill.

In some weird way it turns his insides with disgust. Killing someone on purpose. But his darker side of him, the part that holds his red eyes, is begging to use the knife.

Fuego holds onto his hand when walking in, showing the bouncers their ID's and logos.

The bouncer frowns a bit, nods, and speaks into his earpiece.

The music is loud. Fuego holds his hand tighter with reassurance. They're supposed to play a couple.

Fuego is going daring, where Jungkook goes casual.

Her skintight dress fits the jacket and jewelry she has on. She fits the dance moves when she practically forced them onto the dancefloor to have better scout range.

It was just an excuse, he thinks.

"Target found, three o'clock."

Jungkook flinches a little at his earpiece static. Fuego turns half a quarter, pulling Jungkook with.

Fuego quietly and on best points over to a woman in the crowd.

Fiery red hair and natural make-up, with a black top and black jeans. Red eyes...

"Her name is Kang Haeran. She's changed appearance every time and comes to clubs to kill mostly men." Feugo whispers. "Careful. She might have a knife. Is she stabs you, stab her. She'll be caught."

Jungkook looks at her with wide eyes. "Stabbed?!"

"It's part of the job." Fuego giggles, pulling Jungkook a little bit closer.

"Part of--"

"Hush darling." Fuego smirks. "It's our time. Distract her."

"What?!"

"Go up to her! Tell her she's pretty! Ask her to talk outside or somewhere at the bar! Make sure she's standing still in a less crowded space! I'll join you soon!"

"Wait what?!"

"Go, I believe in you. You're not our new recruit for nothing." Fuego smiles.

Jungkook gets a small push. He gulps, hesitantly walking over to the woman, tapping her glass of wine and walking through the crowd.

Once Jungkook gets close enough, he lightly taps the woman's shoulder.

"Excuse me!"

The woman turns around, tilting her head. She visibly eyes him up and down, biting her lip.

"I... I thought you were really pretty!" Jungkook yells over the music, cheeks dusting red with embarrassment. "Would you mind me getting to know you a little better?"

The woman looks at him again before smiling brightly. "It was getting boring anyway!"

Jungkook looks back at Fuego, who urges him to go with.

Jungkook quickly joins the woman outside. His nerves picking up.

As soon as she leans against the wall with her glass.

She starts talking, but the second a word comes out of her, blood splatters over Jungkook's clothes

The woman's eyes turn to him, wide and scared, before her body falls down, her wine and glass piercing her body.

Jungkook stands frozen.

"Target eliminated. Let's go lighten the crew and go home."

Jungkook gulps a little. The smell of blood he's never been able to capture until so close.

"I knew you could do it!" Fuego giggles, hugging him from behind.

Her hand sticks with blood, noticing his stare.

"Oh it happens. Blood you know." She picks up a handful and licks it off, her eyes circling a light glow before turning back to normal.

"Not... a lot of blood?" Jungkook mutters, recalling their words. "This is more than I've ever seen, let alone caused."

Fuego pouts a little. "Really? I thought you've seen more as a red-eyed."

"I've avoided violence as much as I can." Jungkook mumbles.

His head spins a little , the blood still leaking down his clothes and face. His sight gets blurry, his breath increasing.

Fuego taps his shoulder, but seeing Jungkook doesn't react differently, she quickly calls in for the others.

Fuego has had to deal with cases a lot, but never did she have to deal with a virgin violencer.

They say that being exposed to too much at once can cause a complete overtake of the red-eyed part of his brain.

Long story short, he'll turn into a violent machine.

"Guys, get out, target's dead. I need assistance right away. We have a violence virgin."

"A WHAT?!"

"And no one told us?"

"What moron doesn't tell this?!"

"It's not important right now, we need assistance!!" Fuego screams, holding onto Jungkook's shoulder. "Call in anyone!"

Jungkook's breath slowly calms down, immediately alarming Fuego as she quickly grabs both his wrists, already paying attention to the symptoms.

Calm breathing, hooded eyes, lower tone of voice, near emotionless until violent.

Jungkook clenches his fists, huffing a little at the sudden grip. He glares back at Fuego, his eyes illuminating in red.

"Let go of me."

"Nope! You should've told us before."

"I had no idea it was necessary." Jungkook snarls.

"Of course it is!" Fuego sighs. "Virgin violents..."

Jungkook looks down at the corpse, his eyes hooding as he licks his lips. His heart pounds in his chest.

He pulls his wrists loose in one unexpectedly harsh tug and immediately slams Fuego against the wall by her neck.

"What the hell!! You could've been nicer!!"

"You should have let me have my way." Jungkook grins, taking her arm and tightening his grip to watch the skin turn pale.

"Hey! Hey! Kook! Don't you do it!"

Jungkook growls, letting her arm go and pulling out his earpiece and crushing it on the floor before going back to her arm.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Fuego sighs. "Kill someone? Break someone?"

"Good options." Jungkook mutters. "Both I want." He growls, tightening his grip.

"Does anyone of you have a paralyzing bullet?" Fuego screams into hear earpiece, but all she gets are no's.

She scowls at Jungkook.

When violence is engaged, it must be answered.

"Alright." She grins a little, her eyes glowing with a certain charm. "You wanna break me?"

She pulls her arm back, forcing her knee into Jungkook's stomach. The boy's face pulls in pain, but he doesn't move.

Instead, he presses his arm further and stronger against her throat, reaching for the knife.

The door opens with a bang, turning the attention as a young man jumps out, smiling widely.

His face falls into a frown.

"Oh damn... Really? This is why you called me?!"

Jungkook observes him a little.

The man looks like he could very well kick up the mood, with bright fiery orange hair, a jacket with a logo just like he has, but a ripped white shirt with different paint colors, wide light blue jeans with gentle red sneakers

"So, mister?" The man rolls his eyes a little jokingly, pointing a knife back at him when Jungkook turns. "How adorable!"

Jungkook scowls. "And you are?"

"I asked first!"

"Well, if you don't hurry up your name will stand on a gravestone." Jungkook snarls.

"Oh! So scary!" The man bursts into laughter. "I love it!"

"Who are you." Jungkook growls again.

"The name's Hobi!" The man grins. "Might've heard of me before."

"Never."

"Really? What a shame..." Hobi smirks. "I'm known for quite a few famous deaths. Remember Yoirin?"

"The blue-eyed freaky stalker?"

"Guess twice who got hired to kill her."

Jungkook's eyes light up at the word, his grip on the weapon tightening. Hobi instantly sees the slight change of attitude and he lowers his own knife.

"Hm. You're aggressive for someone in the Club section. Why don't you come with me and go find some real people to stab."

Jungkook hesitates, looking back at Fuego, who just nods.

He finally lets go of her and hesitantly lowers the knife, nodding as well.

As Hobi leads Jungkook away, Fuego sighs.

"It's a shame." She says. "He was hot."

°•●•°

Hobi grins at Jungkook's twitches around the knife. The younger was clearly new to the job, rush and feeling.

A knife or a gun or any weapon is tempting to use, but his technique and skills are nowhere up to the right pace.

"Feeling better?"

Jungkook nods hesitantly. He's staring at the two lifeless bloody bodies in front of him.

The urge is not as bad and slowly fading away.

He looks at Hobi, who is still twirling the knife, staring down at the bodies with a cold yet pleased gaze.

"What group are you in?" Jungkook asks. "I don't see your logo..."

Hobi looks at him, then pats the belt around his waist. "The buckle. I'm with Jin."

Jungkook snaps his head at him. "Jin?"

"Is that such a surprise?" Hobi asks. "I like to kill. I have urges often and we get the most requests and hires, thus money to keep a stable living without having the urge to kill my sister."

Jungkook looks back down. "Is your sister not a red-eyed then?"

Hobi shakes his head and puts the knife away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "No. She's blue."

"Clashing."

"No kidding..." Hobi scoffs. "You know, when I was little, I once killed a dog for taking my toy. I was heartbroken and I remember screaming to my parents to put me down like one."

Jungkook looks at him, but Hobi is only staring down at the corpses.

"My sister was always there for me until my eyes gained color. It was chaos. When I went to birthdays, they'd leave me in different parts of the house. Never allowed me in the kitchen. Even during visits, no one trusted me. My sister got attention and love. I got caution and fear."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Hobi snarls. "I didn't kill them, if thay's what you're wondering. When I became twenty, the urges got worse. It became harder to hold them back and I began to live them out on myself. I cut myself and choked myself. I woke up in hospitals more times then not. That's when I met Jin."

Jungkook frowns when a light smile tugs at his lips.

"He invited me to come and check out the company he worked for. Just like you, I had no idea what I got myself into. That was the time when I got my first actual rush. The first desire. To continue and to kill. Jin helped me, and have me that opportunity."

Hobi turns to him, handing Jungkook the knife in his pocket.

"I can tell you and him don't have the best relationship, but don't push him away. I don't know what he did, but it's not worth to kill people over."

Jungkook nods, taking the knife. He looks back up at Hobi, who pats his shoulder and pulls him with, back to the group who he owes an apology to.

When he gets back, he apologised profusely to Fuego and her team, until he notices a pair of red eyes.

"Hobi, I told you to wait for us."

"Couldn't help it boss!" Hobi grins.

Jungkook gulps, looking up at Seokjin. He bows a little, seeing the older greet him.

"The poor guy didn't know what to do!" Fuego coos. "But now he's all better! Right...?"

Jungkook smiles sheepishly and nods.

Seokjin grins at him. "So, you've met Hobi. How do you like him?"

"He's cool." Jungkook mumbles softly. "He's a nice guy."

Seokjin nods and smiles before handing him something.

Curious, Jungkook takes it.

"Welcome to the team, Kook."

"What?"

"You're hired." Seokjin smiles. "Placed in my team. Welcome."

Jungkook stammers a bit before smiling. "Thanks..."

Maybe it was worth to have his first rush like this, now he has a chance to get to know Seokjin a little better.

•=|THE END|=•

Questions of the Chapter:

What is a Violent Virgin

What causes the lust for killing in red-eyed?

Why did Jungkook become a red-eyed when neither his parents were?

Why was Seokjin so set on getting Jungkook to kill?

Why was Jungkook so scared of being a red-eyed?