The two males sits on a small square table, a single damp light hanging above them with most of the lights off already in this library.

There's only a single girl here, typing away on her computer with earbuds stuff in her ear, seated at the far corner with her back turned to the duo; far enough to not be seen since she's just hidden by walls of books and computers. Other than that, no librarian, security, nothing. Just them alone.

The three of them.

Who knows how long time has passed, but judging from the cramping at the base of Jungkook's back and thigh, most likely for more than an hour. Every once in a while he would side track his attention cast glances to a very focused V - who's writing quietly on his notebook, looking from the text book and his computer before feverishly writing, a repeated process.

And all that comes to Jungkook's mind is how attractive this man is. So handsome that it even pissed him off. From his strands of red hair gently brushing his sides, peeking his forehead to expose more of his elegant yet strong features; perfectly combined to his monotone personality. Oozing that mystery of who he was before coming here, who he still is, and who is he planning on becoming.

That alone left Jungkook mesmerized.

That V even exists.

Why did he have to meet him while being disguised? If V knew who Jungkook was from the start than maybe this would've been so much more easier, but then again the unknown would be how he would've reacted with who he truly is. A mafia leader disguised as a nerdy college student is ridiculous, no doubt he would stay away him more rather than favor his existence; not like that's an unusual reaction from people once they see Jungkook.

The less V knew about him, the better.

The less in danger he will be in after all from Jungkook's enemies, or from himself.

"You know, the answers won't exactly be on my face," V mutters nonchalantly, moving his eyes up to look at an unfazed Jungkook, "Even though I'm flattered."

Jungkook bites his lips and fights back a smirk or a sly comment as he moves his eyes back to the textbook. This guy is observant, that's for sure. Now adverting his attention to the assignment, he begins to ask himself why is it necessary to have a partner for this assignment in the first place? A single person can finish a paper and a power point presentation all on their own. However, for organization, one could see how it's beneficial. Jungkook is working on the paper and V on the power point, once they're done then they will look it over together and see if it needs to be edited or anything.

But they won't finish it tonight, since they have a lot of shit to consider while doing this, so this won't be the last time they will meet all alone-

"Fucking weirdo."

Jungkook's head perks up, seeing a hard look in V's eyes as he types on the computer.

Did he hear correctly or did V just call Jungkook a weirdo?

Is this guy okay? Literally that came out of no where.

Something inside Jungkook began to coil upon seeing how serious V was - not even daring himself to apologize. This twitching anger made Jungook want to get a little violent since obviously he hates being disrespect, or even teach him a lesson with a couple of that he can just so easily call up with Jimin or others of his members. Who the fuck does this kid think he is to be calling Jungkook a weirdo?

Sure, V can be hot and equally intelligent as Namjoon, but to be insulting someone just crosses every good thing off to only have a disgusting attitude.

"Excuse me?" Jungkook couldn't help but ask, laced with a cold tone while trying hard to control his bubbling irritation.

V looks up, seeing the way raven haired boy glares at him with dark eyes and pursed lips, obviously angry, and so he leans back against the chair, "Weirdo, can't hear now?"

Jungkook grinds his teeth together, feeling is eye twitch slightly.

So this bitch is only nice to him in a public area but once in private he's a jerk?

Jungkook knew better than to believe in a pretty face, speaking from experience.

Now his itching killing tendency is acting, horribly.

No one, absolutely no one, disrespects him with insults without ending up dead the next day. Not in even college do people insult him; maybe push him around or roll their eyes in his direction, but never insult him.

V is really asking for a death wish, huh?

"I'm sorry, I just didn't believe you had it in you to insult people," Jungkook states sarcastically with a forced smile, only thinking about grabbing that red hair head and bashing it against the table repeatedly to definitely see blood from his broken skill.

V's gleam slightly falters to the comment, feeling it in his gut that guilt for snapping him in the first place but remembers why he's doing this and builds up that cocky attitude, "There's more than meets the eye, nerd."

Jungkook narrows his eyes, gripping his knee with one hand painfully hard to prevent himself from smashing his fist against V's smirking lips.

"Does having an ugly personality come along with it too?" Jungkook ventures with his tone still stone cold, eyeing carefully how V's eyes suddenly got darker to the offense. For a moment Jungkook actually got a little nervous by how demonic V looks under the dim light and fights a noise from escaping his throat when he abruptly shoots up from his chair and walks around the table, sitting on it right beside Jungkook.

Aw, did he hit a nerve?

Poor guy.

"You want to know why my hair is red, Jungkook?" V asks huskily, leaning his face over the younger's uncomfortable eyes, "It matches my temper, something your cute little self wouldn't want to see. Might scare you away."

Is that a threat?

Because if it is, Jungkook is already seconds away from actually unleashing his true self and actually murdering this kid with the dangling lamp above them. He can vision it already himself snatching that damn thing and slamming it against V's head, tumbling him to the table for then Jungkook to repeatedly gauge the edge against his neck, over and over until his comes right off his damn body.

Fuck this assignment or that curiosity.

No one disrespects him, ever.

Jungkook leans towards V's face, removing his glasses in the process and stares into the endless abyss of the darkness behind man eyes.

"Wanna bet?"

There's no denying how V clearly was caught off guard to how Jungkook suddenly made him feel a bit intimidated for that single second of complete calm words but husky tone of a near growl. Something about the way Jungkook stared up at him made him feel that similar sensation of horrid shivers and complete vulnerability like when he was around his Orchid leader.

And for that one brief moment, Taehyung actually believed Jungkook was going to kill him.

So nervously Taehyung gets off the table and runs a hand through his hair, "I'll be back," He whispers and walks off to the hallway that leads to all the bathroom and the vending machine, trying to control his racing heart beat.

This kid hides something more than what he shows, Taehyung can feel it!

All he wants is for him to stay the fuck away.

He thinks he's strong, but he's just a weak bitch in this life. That's something Taehyung is desperately trying to make sure his past life doesn't get in the way of ruining.

Like how everything does in his life.

Taehyung rips his jacket off slams it against the vending machine and turns to lean against the wall, his arms holding him in place from colliding face forward against it because of how damn irritated he is.

That kid is doing things to him, things he will forever hate to admit it. He's making Taheyung feel soft, maybe even a little weak with just a look of his innocent looking eyes when he wasn't looking at like how he was back there. Taehyung is not good for him; he's a runaway ex right hand man of a mafia leader, hunted for and isn't safe anywhere he goes.

He's not safe.

And no one is whoever is beside him is safe either.

He has to stop seeing this kid.

Permanently.

"V?"

The red haired man turns around to see the nerdy kid in front of him, who's staring at him half cautious and half astonished by the tattoos on Taehyung's arms that he's seeing for the first time. He doesn't have a lot, just half a sleeve from his shoulder down to his elbow from one arm and the other just his wrist to up his elbow.

Now that was something Jungkook didn't exact to see from the mysterious looking man. He really believed for a second that timid and innocent looking persona, because through anyone's eyes Taehyung looks like any regular introverted kid, probably dated once in his life with his naïve point of view to the world still clear behind his eyes.

This just caught Jungkook by surprise.

"What is it Jungkook?" Taehyung huffs, crossing his arms over his broad chest, making the nerdy man follow it with his eyes.

At that moment, all murderous thoughts faded from Jungkook's mind. All he could think about were the tattoos on Taehyung's skin and the stressed look in his eyes. Almost as if he's fighting a battle with himself, which he is. Jungkook initially came to actually snap at Taehyung for insulting him and maybe start kill him with the pen he had in hand, but all of that previous thoughts washed away.

Who is this guy?

Any gang tattoos?

Jungkook quickly scans his arms with his eyes from what he could see, but not one of them sparked as a gang tatoo. Just some random clocks and feathers, but nothing more than that. That didn't mean he can't be on guard. If this man is not who he portrays he is, than that could be a problem for Jungkook to who he actually could be hiding.

"Well?" Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow, "If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving," Taehyung mutters and walks past Jungkook, grabbing his leather jacket in the process with a huff.

Jungkook wanted to stop him, to do anything just so he wouldn't leave but preferred not moving. He knows if he steps out of line from his disguise as someone snap or not so quiet, he will only let V see more than he already has.

He will risk V's life, with just one slip up move, maybe even his own.

He has to dig more. Not for his sake, but his members. If this guy isn't safe than that only means he has company as shadows behind him, which is be an issue in Oasis territory. He has to see more of his tattoos to spot any gang related marks, or just notice something with what his says that can be a sign that Jungkook needs to keep an eye on him. The only way to do that is only when they're alone, like how they are now.

Where it's just them.

"Wait," Jungkook calls out, making the red haired man freeze in his steps and lazily turns around, giving him a pointed look.

"W-When will we meet up again? For the assignment?" He asks, making Taehyung's face fall to a more neutral look than that darkness he had earlier.

Right, the assignment...

"Find a new partner, I'm not going to be any good for you," He says and walks away, leaving Jungkook to stare at the shadow where he once was.

With a twitching smirk.

As if it's going to be that easy to shrug me off V, as if it's going to be that easy.

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A/N:
So up to here is where I have edited based on the ones connected to AO3. I haven't updated the other chapters but perhaps I will while the story continues.

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