"So you're telling me you're immortal and all powerful and still can't hold in your pee for long?" Taehyung teased.

"Shut up. When I have to go. I have to fucking go. I've never been good at holding it in." Jungkook responded sticking his middle finger up at him.

"Asshole," Taehyung chuckled.

Jungkook shrugged with a smirk and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Taehyung went back to the cooking. He had promised him a meal since Jungkook always seemed to be the one cooking.

He turned on the blender and patiently waited. It wasn't until he heard a knock on the door that he turned his attention away.

It was surprising he had heard it to begin with. He walked to it and when he opened it up he internally panicked.

Without second thought he turned to look down the hallway hoping Jungkook wasn't out. "What are you doing here Jin?" He asked slightly shoving him back and closing the door.

"Umm...we had plans to study tonight, remember?"

"Shit. Yeah. Uhh...I just didn't think you'd be here this early."

"Early? It's seven thirty." He cackled. When Taehyung didn't laugh he noted the tension. "Is something wrong? Why did you leave your blender on?"

"Long story. Can you just leave please? I'll—I'll come over later, okay? I'll text you—" he stopped talking once he heard the blender stop. "Fuck." He mumbled under his breath.

"Taehyung what's going o—?"

"Well hello. You're that liar I promised to kill long time ago. Ehh...actually it wasn't that long ago." Jungkook grinned.

Jin's knees started feeling weak. Holy shit. It was this guy again. What the hell was he doing here? Did he have Taehyung paralyzed like he was too?

"Don't even think about. I will snap your arm in two." He added when he realize Jin was trying to take out his phone.

"Jungkook he was just leaving." Taehyung spoke putting his hand on his chest. It's not like he stop him either way.

"No, no, why the rush? Come on in Jinnie. Let's have a chat."

Jin remained still. He wanted to ask so many questions regarding this and yet couldn't make a word.

"I said come in." He repeated only this time sterner.

"Jungkook—"

"Shh. We're just going to have dinner. The more the merrier right?" He grinned grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jin's eyes widen. This must be the guy giving him all these hickeys. When he pulled away he opened the door wider. Taehyung looked at Jin in hopes he wouldn't think they were together. His face was redder than a tomato.

"Taehyung he's a psycho we have to—"

"I can hear everything you're whispering."

"It's okay. He's not going to hurt you. Right?"

"Mmm."

"Jungkook!"

"Fine, fine. I won't hurt him. Have a seat. Want some wine? I brought my most expensive bottle with me. I was only suppose to have it with Taehyung, but then you showed up." He laughed while rolling his eyes.

The slight frustration in his voice was noticeable.  Jin was nervously running his fingers on his thighs. Taehyung held his hand for comfort.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, "Wine?" He said flickering his tongue against his cheek.

Taehyung quickly let go of his hand clearing his throat. "Yeah. Sure. I'll—I'll have one."

After he served him a glass he handed it to him. "So Jin, what brings you here today?" He spoke up.

His heart was thumping loudly against his ears. He could visually see his mouth move, but he was so nervous he couldn't understand what was said.

"Can you hear me?"

"Huh? What?"

"I asked what you're doing here."

"You tried to kill me." He whispered horrified.

"Well, in my defense you lied. Rules were super simple my dude. All you had to do was not lie. Who's fault is that?"

"You tried—!"

"He's here for to study. I—I totally forgot that I was suppose to study with him tonight. He will be going now. We will study later. Come on Jin—"

"This is him huh?" Jungkook asked as they got up.

Taehyung's heart sunk to his stomach. "What? What do you mean?"

"This is the guy you're in love with."

Jin kept still, but he looked around and spotted the lamp. If he grabbed it and smashed it against his face it would give them time to run.

"Are you in love with him?" Jungkook asked calmly. Way too calmly.

"No." He tried to sound as confident as he could. Instead, his chocked up voice gave it away.

Jungkook took the last sip of wine and smiled. The sadness was showing in his eyes. He was heartbroken.

"Oh Taehyung. Have you not learned that I don't like liars?" He stood up and gripped the glass until it broke in his hands.

Both Jin and Taehyung flinched as the glass pieces fell from his hands. The blood gushed like a waterfall. He stepped closer to him and caressed his face with his now healed hand.

"I'm in fucking love with you. I love you so fucking much it hurts." He whispered.

Jin panicked and grabbed the lamp smashing on Jungkook's head. He turned around with anger on his face.

"Wrong fucking move."

"No! Don't—don't hurt him—" Taehyung pleaded.

Jin tried to do it again and he pulled the lamp away from his hands like nothing. "You think this piece of shit will hurt me?" He laughed as he broke it in two pieces.

"Jungkook calm down we can talk about this. Jin just get out."

"No! I'm not leaving you with this psycho!"

Jungkook continued to laugh. This angered Jin more so he grabbed the nearest thing close to him ready to hit him once again.

Only that his reflex wasn't as fast and Jungkook threw a piece of the broken lamp to stop him. When Jin felt the metal go through his stomach he immediately kneeled on the carpet.

"What did you do?" Taehyung shrieked leaning over to hold him.

There was blood everywhere and all Jungkook could do was stare. He could hear Jin gasping for air and his heart beating slower.

He could see the tears on his face and Taehyung's panic as he tried to do everything he could. And all Jungkook could do was look.

Look at the man who Taehyung loved most die. The worst part was that a sick twisted part of him enjoyed it. He wanted to let him bleed to death and watch his heart stop once and for all.

"Jungkook! What the fuck? Heal him!" He screamed. When he didn't move he screamed again, "Fucking heal him!"

Then he realized that his demanding tone probably wouldn't get him anywhere. He kept sobbing and looked Jungkook in the eye.

"Please. If you truly love me you will heal him. Please."

•••

Namjoon smiled as he pressed the send button. Jin always sent the funniest texts. As soon as he opened the door a whiff of human scent hit him.

It wasn't the blood bags they kept in the fridge. It was an actual human. He heard Yoongi get out of the bed and then he chuckled realizing he had brought his lover here.

Bold of him.

He continued setting his stuff down and then checked his phone again. It was weird to not get an instant text from Jin back.

Namjoon was rather slow at texting. He would always reply thirty to forty minutes late. They mainly talked on the phone or in person, but when texting Jin was pretty fast.

He shrugged it off as he poured himself a glass of wine. Then sat on the couch slowly savoring the drink.

There was this big smile plastered on his face. Jin was the cause of it. He was his whole entire world. His everything.

Suddenly, he dropped the glass as a vision of a bloody Jin on the floor appeared on his mind. Jungkook was there and he wasn't doing a thing.

He rushed to the front door and when he opened it Jungkook was there. His shirt was bloody. Hell. It was Jin's blood.

"What the fuck did you do?" He screamed pushing him.

Jungkook pushed him back with a scowl. He was so livid he didn't even acknowledge the human scent. "Your fucking shitty visions are literally twenty minutes late. Cut the protective I'm-going-to-beat-you-up bullshit. He's alive okay?"

Namjoon had never disrespected nor confronted him. However, this anger he felt within him was too strong. To the point he punched him. Jungkook chuckled not being bothered at all.

"You son of a bitch! How could you do that? You swore! You fuck—!"

"Enough. I allowed a free punch because I almost killed the guy you love, but I won't allow a second one. Unless you want me to rip your head off."

"Why did you do that?" He yelled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes grabbing the opened wine bottle on the table. "I did it out of self defense. My reflexes were too strong and I threw the damn thing without thinking."

"Self defense? For fucks sake Jungkook! His strength is nothing compared to yours!"

"He tried to hurt me first. I know he's not strong, but you do recall that my temper is bad right? That it's heightened times a million? I black out and I don't realize what I do. I bet your shit vision didn't show him try to attack me first. I reacted and hurt him by accident. I didn't mean to. He's healed without a problem. Don't believe me? Go see for yourself. Taehyung is probably making him chicken soup or some shit."

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. His breathing was heavier and it took every ounce of strength to not try to hit him again.

"You know what's funny?"

"There's nothing funny about this Jungkook." He snapped.

He snickered taking a sip of wine, "There is something very funny about this. We moved here just because our last town was going to suspect us not aging. Nearly six months later here we are trying to be something we're not. We are trying to be human and live this fantasy with humans. It's not who we are. Have you thought about how fucked up this really is? We've ruined these peoples lives by bringing them into our world. They didn't ask to be known or to be bring upon this misery. And we keep telling ourselves we deserve their love, but do we really? I can't believe we've fooled ourselves for this long."

Jungkook then walked by and out the door again. Namjoon was processing everything he had said because he knew it was true.

This had been a beautiful dream, but it was finally  time to wake up.

He took out his phone dialing Jin's number as he ran out. What neither of them had noticed was that Yoongi was behind the wall listening to it all.

Nothing slapped him harder than this cruel reality.