Chapter 12 - One Pints Strawberdy and One Matcha

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AUTHOR POV

After Taehyung's encounter with an intimidating Jeon Jungkook. He made sure to ask him where the closest Mochi store is to save his ass from being beaten by said Mochi.

He was on his way back to his apartment and he bumped into Jungkook again.

"Hi!" Tae chirped but Jungkook seemed to completely ignored him on his way out. He seemed to be in a rush. So Tae, recovering from the awkwardness he felt, knocked on the door of his apartment. Only Hobi and Jimin has keys right now so Tae made a mental note to go get one made.

The door swung open with a not so impressed looking Jimin on the other side who quickly slammed the door right back and in Taehyung's face. Taehyung, who was about to speak, was left speechless. 

A door to the face was what Taehyung used to do in Heaven when he didn't wanna see someone or attend an Empathy session. Out of all the people he wouldn't have expected Jimin to do that to him.

Maybe Jin, not Jimin.

Karma, is that chu?

He heard some shuffling inside and then heavy footsteps to the door. This time a mad Jin was on the other side.

"Hey Hyung!... can I come in?" Tae asked casually, as if Jin wasn't staring daggers into him.

"No. How bout you go back to that Jungkook guy and worry us some more?" Jin spat. Taehyung rolled his eyes and pushed past his brother. He marched into the living room to see Hobi and Jimin on their phones.

Where did the phones come from you ask?

So the scholar stone is doing its job and once it dawned upon Jimin and Hobi that it's essential to have a phone and a tv. Jin popped in time to be begged the hell out. They begged him for one and poof. They got them.

"WHAT?! No fair!!! I want one!!!" Tae stomped. Jimin looked up for a moment with a blank face and looked back at his phone. Hobi didn't even flinch. They were beginning to act more humans, or at least humans of the current generation.

"Yah, yah. It's on the table. I knew you'd be a little bitch about not having one so I took initiative." Jin said walking to the kitchen. "Be thankful that I didn't go batshit crazy on you cause I was panicking."

"Hyung, you don't have to try to be batshit crazy." Tae said setting down the Mochi he bought on the coffee table in the living room and grabbing his brand new phone. His eyes sparkled a bit. He walked to the hall that leads to the bedrooms before continuing his sentence. "You already are."

That day was filled with a lot of chasing running and almost getting maned by each other.

Junglebook POV

Must kill.

I must kill.

I must not feel.

I must kill.

My mind ran as I walked down the busy streets of Gangnam. Today is just one of those days. I need to kill.

I know I did it yesterday but, something inside me isn't feeling normal and I don't like it. Mostly the fact I don't know what's wrong with myself. I walked into my cafe.

"Hello, Jungkookie. What's the order?" The blonde behind the counter said with a smile and light voice. The cafe was quite packed but luckily, no one was in line.

"Double tea with pearls, 2 pints of strawberry and 1 matcha." I said. It's code. Double tea with pearls is not a menu item. Though we sell bubble teas. This code means I need to talk. The strawberry is intensity... like my bloodlust right now and Matcha means important. There's other codes but strawberry is probably the most used because of me.

With that the blonde nodded. He walked around the counter and stood in a place most customers could see him.

"Sorry for the inconvenience but we have something of utmost importance to attended to. Please exit the cafe and I hope to see you again. We will be open tomorrow!" Hyung said before saying something under his breathe. I'd assume he said something along the lines of "today was a good business day....", but meh.

In about five minutes the store was empty. I sighed and walked into the back of the store. It was much duller than the main area. I heard someone talk after a door was slammed.

"Joon. What happened? I heard your announcement but I couldn't see what's up. My ass was calling for the toilet. That burrito did not sit right. Is it the brat? What's up now-" And he stopped. Brat? Me? Nah. He looked at me blankly and then looked behind me to the slightly taller man.

"Strawberry. Matcha." Was all he responded with.

"Jeez, Kook. That's the fifth time this month." He's right. I normally kill on duty and stuff but I don't go on kill sprees this often. Usually it's once or twice every two months. I just feel like something bad is gonna happen.

"Yoongi Hyung's right Kookie. You've killed twenty. Only this month and that's only the body count away from work." My friends, Yoongi Hyung and Namjoon Hyung. They've been here for me always. From the days before I ran away to this very day. They know almost everything about me. Almost.

"I know Hyung, but it feels like something's wrong..." I groaned. It was very whinny kinda groan too. We were walking farther into the back of the store. It was actually connected to a warehouse. It was sectioned off for the use of each stores that were connected. It was one big storage divided for small stores is what I mean. But it played a good role in some of our smuggling. "Did the new order come in last night? I was gonna check up before going home last night but... something came up."

I don't really wanna tell them about Tae. It's weird, cause like I said they know lots about me but there's a reason I don't want them to know and it's actually personal so fuck you, I'm not telling you either.

Anyways.

"Yah, 700 lB right?" Namjoon Hyung answered, I nodded and we got to a wide area of the storage compartment. There was this truck parked and on it was the load.

"Did you weigh-" I was stopped talking. My mind was interrupted by a light and almost unnoticeable sound of snoring. I motioned my hyungs to split up and approach from both sides of the truck. We pulled out our guns just incase.

We aren't the kind to shout 'FREEZE' when we're catching someone. Cause obviously, when you say 'freeze' there is a good chance that the person you're trying to catch is going to yeet... unless you've got lots of people cornering the person or a gun. So when we were close enough to peek over the back of the truck we were stunned to saw a sleeping man. He had white powder smeared all over his face and clothed body. I walked to the lip of the truck and rubbed my gun at the side of my temple.

"This is fucking irritating." I said through gritted teeth. "He's out cold. Tie him up, gag him and weigh what's left of the coke. I'm going to make myself some banana milk so I can make some rational decisions and ask questions before killing this guy. I'll help weigh after I'm done."

By the time the instructions were complete. I was sitting on chair right across from the coke face man staring while drinking my banana milk.

"Done." Joon Hyung said. I nodded before taking a sip of my drink. I took a knife out and plunged it into the man's left thigh.

"Rise and shine butterfly."
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