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CHAPTER 100!

LET'S GO!!!!!

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The knife continues to stab fiercely down the once alive flesh, every sense of malice and intention to kill laced with every piercing strike against the lifeless body. The sensation breathed fresh air to Taehyung's lungs into a numb high, almost like a snort of cocaine or a puff of weed. Whatever it was, the bubbling emotion it gave the red haired man sent a releasing ease to spread every single cell in his body.

He feels alive.

Taehyung wide smile unfazed as he stabs one last time against the goon's skull and yanks the knife back, the sticky red substance trailing like a stream of river flowing down to the tip and taps on the cemented ground. Staining the innocent ground with the sins of Taehyung's victims. His chest moves in an unrhythmic pattern, his heart rapid pumps the fluid motion of blood through his body in a unsustained velocity, causing his lips to part and exhale deep breathes to calm the euphoric feeling that's stretching his chest. His body and face is drenched in sweat from the hassle of the past ten kills he had to deal with, but his body is still buzzing in adrenaline.

In anger.

More.

He needs more.

A loud, murderous screech echoes the warehouse and Taehyung snaps his head to the noise, instantly running to the torturous sound and takes a turn, instantly freezings in mid step, his smile sadistically widening to the site before his eyes.

Jungkook is on top of one of the drug dealers from the old Sage's gang, fiercely shooting his face over and over again until the man became nearly undefinable before throwing the gun aside and stabbing the body repeatedly with his Swiss Army knife. A hiccuping giggle is bubbling his lips before it transforms to a loud horrendous laugh, his eyes dancing like stars in the night sky as he throws his head back, inhaling deeply to the scent of blood and death circulating the atmosphere, feeding off his craving to kill.

Breathing in the soul escaping the drug dealer's body.

The body he killed so viciously, amongst the other eight bodies that scatters around him, lifelessly.

After a few moments of him breathing in his remedy for his crazed thoughts, he yanks the blade out of the body and snaps his head up upon hearing Taehyung taking a step forward to him, his dark gaze intensifying with a ear to ear smile on his face, the blood against his milk skin only enhancing his chaotic appearance and fresh appearance from a kill.

"There you are! Do I look pretty Tae? I tried to be creative with my smile!" Jungkook gleams as he gets off the dead corpse and skips over to his red haired lover, "See! I used his blood to make a smile on my lips! Do you like it?"

Taehyung stares at the younger man and forcefully smiles, trailing the makeshift smile on his lips with his index finger, taking in how the smile reaches almost the ends of his eyes, similar to one of the joker but more smudged and with blood trailing downs from the liquid, making it appear more sinister and sadistic.

Taehyung moves his fingers to Jungkook's smooth lips, not stained of blood and drags down his bottom lip with his index finger, "You look beautiful, my little demon."

Jungkook's eyes widen with his smile extending wider, his psychotic look only skyrocketing with the sparkling glare in his doe eyes. He suddenly squeals and jumps up and down, throwing his arms around Taehyung's neck and places a sloppy kiss against his cheek and pulls back, "You look so sexy with red hair! I missed it. It definitely suits your beautiful skin."

The older smiles softly and grabs Jungkook's skin, leaning in and presses his lips against Jungkook's parted ones, humming to the tender sensation to how the younger inhales deeply and practically melts into Taehyung's sudden kiss and delicate touch from around his waist. Taehyung has grown fond to the way the vulnerable younger has grown this submissive attitude towards him. It's almost like with a simple kiss he just cracks instantly in Taehyung's bare hands.

But Taehyung would not ever take advantage of that sensible state.

"I want you," Jungkook murmurs against the kiss and aggressively pins the older against the wooden wall, letting his arousal take control his blood lust.

Taehyung grimaces and pulls away, "No, not yet."

"Why?" Jungkook whines with a deep pout on his lips, stubbornly pressing his hard dick against Taehyung's pelvis's other with his innocent looking eyes.

The older inhales and stiffens, staring coldly to the Oasis leader, "I said not yet. I don't have to give you any explanations since you already know why."

The younger scoffs annoyedly and steps back, pulling his gun out and points it to Taehyung's forehead. The red haired man didn't even faze to this as the younger boy glares at him.

"Do you want to die?" He hisses with a cocked eyebrow, his voice entirely horsed now in frustration.

Taehyung remains still, staring at the other with hooded eyes but didn't say anything. This isn't the first time to younger has pulled something like this and Taehyung trusts their love enough to know the younger wouldn't dare hurt him. That's why he didn't flinch after a loud bang rings the air.

Right near his left ear.

And Jungkook suddenly bursts into a heap of laughter, bending over with hands on his knees and tears beaming his maniac eyes, only stinging a slight pain of pity in Taehyung's heart as the younger looks up at him in complete giddiness.

"You thought I was going to kill you, weren't you? Ha! No baby, I would never kill you! You're my little V! I love my V!" Jungkook coes adoringly and boops Taehyung's nose before pushing his gun to the rim of his pants and looks at the older with puppy eyes, "Can we go home now? I'm craving your delicious cookies! Ha! Get it! Cookies! And Yeosang use to call-"

Taehyung slowly looks up upon hearing Jungkook's voice trail off all so suddenly, studying the way a puzzled look stretched Jungkook's eyes. For a second Taehyung had hoped that Jungkook has managed to break through his trans, but a clear battle is enraging behind his doe orbs.

A battle his prefers facing alone.

So Taehyung takes a slow step towards him, "Are you okay?" He pauses, seeing how the other didn't even look his way. So with a thick gulp down his throat and a painful flutter in his chest, he looks at the younger, "Jimin, are you okay?"

As sad as it is, that gave Taehyung a reaction.

Jungkook snaps his eyes up, that conflicted gaze completely gone and his smile extends widely, "Of course!" And just like that, he turns around and skips away, "Let's go! These cookies won't bake themselves!"

Taehyung only stares at the younger for a while longer before letting out a sad sigh and slowly trails off after the giggling man, avoiding contact with the blood on the floor as he moves around the bodies and steps outside to the cool air. Jungkook is already on the bike, bouncing on the seat as he waits for his red haired lover to take the wheel. Taehyung strides expressionlessly to him and slides in front of Jungkook on the bike, turning it on and giving the younger his helmet.

He doesn't steer the bike anymore.

So Taehyung rides away from the blood building of the warehouse and moves through the bumpy rocks of the land to the clear ground of the dirt path that leads to a highway a few miles ahead. The night breeze caresses his sweaty exposed face, brushing off any sense of adrenaline back in the wind into nothing. He felt nothing. What would bring him back to any sense of emotion in his body would be how Jungkook would snuggle up to his back from time to time.

Jungkook has always been Taehyung's rope back to either sanity or insanity.

Long moments of the peaceful drive through the beautiful night sky passes by and the pair arrives to the Oasis apartment. The moment Taehyung stops in front of the building, a giddily Jungkook gets off the bike and skips to the front doors, not before turning around once he noticed the older hasn't moved from his spot.

He frowns, "Aren't you coming in?"

Taehyung stares down at the stealing wheel of the bike before turning back to Jungkook with a small smile, "Go inside, I have to go somewhere."

Jungkook's frown deepens and he stomps a stubborn foot to the ground.

Please don't make me say it Jungkook.....

Please don't make me say it again.

Taehyung gulps thickly to the fierce look in Jungkook's eyes and he exhales a heavy breath from his aching chest, "Jimin, I said go inside. I'll be back soon, I promise."

The younger's face suddenly shifts to a soft smile and he nods before going in through the front doors, leaving Taehyung feeling like he's been stabbed on the chest. He couldn't stop feeling this sense of despair to the reality of what his lover is going through at the moment, and how he can't do nothing to snap him out of this false trance. Since the day Taehyung has met Jungkook, he has seen that man suffer. Going through the worse possible situations and coming back to his feet as if it was nothing.

This however..... This is different.

It's almost like everything he has been through just slammed onto him, breaking him apart all at once. It got to the point that now he doesn't even want to be Jungkook.

Taehyung let's that sink in his chest as stays in his place for a split moment before riding down the bike away from the building and down the familiar road, taking the familiar routes, to a familiar location.

As the red haired man rides down the streets, he couldn't help his mind but wander to all the events that has happened after the incident. It hasn't been the same throughout this whole month that has passed by. No one has been the same. Yoongi has been none stop working, searching for Harry under every rock in this Earth. Hoseok has been gone and would come back later on at night, reeking of alcohol upon other drugs. Seokjin has tried to keep the group emotionally stable, but Taehyung has seen him break down in his room when he's all alone. As for Namjoon, he's been helping Jungkook keeping the gang in check with their deals and biddings. The news of Jimin has flew across the world, where Zayn even sent a couple more weapons for Jungkook's goon.

One's that will be poisonous for Orchids once they're caught.

As for Taehyung, he has been the leader's backbone. The first few days, Jungkook was an emotionless body. He shut himself off, completely; no crying or mental breakdowns. It was as if he sliced his emotions off his heart. He did his job as a leader and kept his composure, as if nothing happened. Then two weeks passed, he broke. He went on a murder spree.

An actual murder spree.

He would kidnap the remaining scatters of the Sage's gang members and slaughter them, without hesitation. Of course he hid it well for a while, but then Taehyung followed him one day and just watched. Jungkook didn't know he was there but once he did, Taehyung didn't even recognize him. He was..... He was not Jungkook. What made it worse was when Taehyung called his name, he screamed and nearly killed him with a knife to his chest. He declared himself to be Jimin, not Jungkook. And that's when Taehyung noticed the killing patterns, similar to the one's Jimin use to do on his victims.

At that moment, Taehyung knew that Jungkook has officially lost it.

For days Taehyung would try to call him Jungkook, but Jungkook would react the same way; Screaming and yelling that he's Jimin and that Jungkook is gone. He exploded and said that Jungkook didn't deserve to live, that he should've been the one to have taken the shot, that Jimin deserves to be here far more than he does. That's when Taehyung caught more onto why Jungkook is like this.

He's trying to keep Jimin alive in his heart.

With that reality, he didn't pressure the younger any longer. The only reason he knows he didn't completely lose the young lover is because of how Jungkook calls him his husband. Not only that, but he would always fiddle with his bolt ring whenever he's fully concentrated on something or is in his own world.

There's still a piece of him there, and that piece being connected to Taehyung.

Taehyung is his anchor, and that's why Taehyung hasn't given up hope that the younger might break this fantasy shell sooner or later.

The red haired male suddenly came across the familiar building and parks outside in the parking lot. He stays there for a moment, gathering his emotions and his thoughts to feel absolutely nothing before piling off the bike and approaches the sliding doors of the building. With a heavy heart in his chest and his mind jumbling with emotions, he approaches the front desk, avoiding the injured people in the lobby, seeing the familiar women sitting there with her usual wide brim glasses and dyed ginger hair.

She's always here when he comes.

The moment she sees the handsome man approach her, a professional smile fixates her red lips, "Again? This is the third time today! Don't you think he'll get tired of hearing you?"

Taehyung offers her a small smile to her attempt to brightening up his sullen mood, "Has anything changed?"

The women only let's her smile falter and moves her eyes to the computer, "Nothing has changed sweetie, I'm sorry."

Taehyung takes in her words and slowly nods before forces a smile, "May I go in?"

"Of course Taehyung," Then she reaches for something behind her desk and throws it to him. Instantly Taehyung catches the black towel, confusion tracing his eyes but then she points to his face.

"Better wipe off the evidence of your recent kill kid."

Taehyung only smiles sheepishly and walks away, going off to the bathroom to rinse off the blood and uses the towel to wipe his hands and face clean before throwing it to a basket full of other bloody towels and heads to the direction of the elevators. It didn't even make him wait a long time as he expected, so he steps inside and presses on the familiar button to go up the familiar floor. He waits patiently, blurring anything out of his mind until the elevator doors slide open and Taehyung is met with a more calmer hallway than the one from downstairs. He passes by the familiar people in the hallway as he makes his way to the room, who either gave him a head nod or small smiles until he stops in front of a wooden door.

This always feels like the first he's stepping through, and it sucks. He hates coming here, hates this building and the sad smiles people give him whenever they make eye contact.

At times he wishes he didn't have to come at all, but when that thought comes it washes away instantly.

He needs to be here

He has to do this.

So with a deep breath, Taehyung pushes the door open gently and steps inside the barren room. It's warm, like it always is, but it wasn't because of the heat if the room that gives a home vibe, or from the fresh flowers on the night stand.

It was because of the body on the bed.

No matter how home like they try to make this room, nothing will ever be as warm as this body, even if it's motionless.

No matter how many times it has convince Taehyung the body is alive, he looks dead.

"Hi Jimin," Taehyung greets politely, letting his eyes linger to the tube in his mouth that gives him support to breath, as well as a tube plunged in his nostrils. The beeping of the heart monitor is constant beeping beside him, and his husky breathing is slow yet the pace hasn't change. Almost like a robot, deep inhale and shakily exhale.

Almost as if he's programed to breath like this for the past month.

"Sadly I didn't get you any flowers in this visit, I was busy with Jungkook....... Letting off some steam, the usual," Taehyung says casually and sits beside the shorter man, instinctively grabbing his slightly warm hand.

And a horrid reality stabbed Taehyung's chest.

It feels colder now.

Taehyung nearly loses his breath upon realizing this but he can't cry. He has to be strong, and so forces a smile, "It's been a month Jimin...... And to say we miss you like crazy would be an understatement..... I hope you can wake up and not leave us so soon."

Nothing happened.

As always.

Nothing has ever happened.

Taehyung breathes heavily and glances down to the bolt on his ring, "Jungkook hasn't changed..... He still believes he's you... The shock must've hit him hard. I'm sorry if he hasn't visited you.... He's just..... Not doing so well, you know? He thinks you're dead.... That you're him... And he prefers keeping you alive as long as he's alive."

Jimin still breathes, not a single movement intact.

Taehyung swears Jimin's complexion has grown more paler than before, but he pushes those negative thoughts aside.

He shouldn't think like this, he has to be positive.

"I'll keep an eye on Jungkook, don't worry," Taehyung says numbly, offering the motionless older a confident head nod, "We love you..... Okay? Don't forget that. You are in one of the most secure hospital here in Seoul, and a hidden hospital too that's meant for gangs or mafias. So no one will come and hurt you, you're safe."

To Jimin's peaceful face, Taehyung dragging sigh and raised a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from the smaller's forehead, "This is why I never wanted to get involved with gangs..... It always ends up in pain. I hope after this, maybe we can run away together.... The seven of us with Yeosang, even though he still hates me. We can start over in a new country and leave all of this behind us. Stop all of us from suffering so much..... It will be so much fun, I promise! We can go exploring around the cities -even though Yoongi would hate to walk, drink wine by the beach, sit by a campfire and talk about life and go shopping... Sounds like fun right? Well, you have to be alive for that to happen. You fought this long, you h-have to keep pushing l-little one."

By now Teahyung is choking back his sobs as he holds tightly to Jimin's hand, "I'm so grateful Jungkook was able to bring you here before the poisonous lead from the bullet spread through your brain. The wound was pretty tough to patch, especially since your organs kept failing from the severity of the wound, but you fought through... I'm not surprised, but... It's hard to think that at any moment, they will fail again. That's why you need to keep pushing Jiminie," Taehyung encourages, holding tightly to Jimin's hand, fighting everything in him to not sob by how that familiar warmness of his small hands isn't there anymore.

Jimin can't give up.

He has to keep pushing.

Taehyung let's out a heavy breath and looks adoringly to his soulmate's unresponsive face, "I swear to you that I will find Harry and we will make him suffer. This will not be in vain, I promise Chimmy, I promise you," He whimpers and leans to their hands, crying silently with the agony stretching through him.

Harry is going to fucking pay.

He's going to pay for all of this pain he has caused.

Taehyung stayed with Jimin hours upon hours, about everything yet nothing, not realizing the microphone on his watch had turned on, trailing it all the way back to the apartment of the Oasis head quarters, where Jungkook listens to his sobbing lover with dazed eyes to the wall. It has became a habit of his to listen to Taehyung talk to Jimin whenever he goes, obviously with the other not realizing it.

Jungkook continues to listen with the earphones on, inhaling every word that Taehyung says to Jimin while he tries to brush away every lingering emotion in his body.

The emotion to feel.

He doesn't want to be Jungkook, he wants to be Jimin. Jimin deserved to live much more than he did.

Well that's how the leader sees it.

Jungkook has refused to see Jimin since the incident, not having the dignity in himself to face the older on the blink of death. He only watches him through the cameras of the hospital but that's as how close as he'll get

He knows he won't be able to handle it.

He feels so guilty, every single day.

It's my fault.

If only I was stubborn enough and focused on staying in my office to find Harry, Jimin would've been breathing properly here, in this apartment. Where he belongs.

He would be walking around with his chaotic laugh and beaming smile when sent to do a mission. He would be making fun of Yoongi's cooking or laugh at the way Namjoon and Seokjin aggressively play video games on the tv, or joke around with Hoseok in the lobby down stairs with the other goons or give pointers on aiming with Yeosang. Or having his solo conversations with Taehyung.

Or be there for Jungkook whenever he needed it.

Everything is his fault.

He was suppose to protect everyone and keep them alive.

And he's only put them in danger, he is a walking target after all.

With that in thought, Jungkook puts the earphones aside to give Taehyung his privacy with Jimin and he leans back against the leather chair, remembering the beautiful memory of Jimin playing in his head before the incident and then to his horrid eyes when he got shot. Right in front of Jungkook. The younger could still hear his faint ragged breathes and weak mumbles, whispering how scared he is to die, but to not be afraid to let him go if it comes to that fate. Jungkook was too far into those memories that he didn't realize he let a few tears slide down his eyes and tap his legs.

He remembers Jimin's toothy smile.

His sparkling maniac eyes.

Their end of a new beginning.

This can't be Jimin's beginning, it just can't.

He has Yoongi and Hoseok to come back to.

He can't leave them behind.

Jungkook's eyes tears from the rosemary desk to detach his emotions and lets his eyes fall to one of the screens on the computer. His gaze lingers to the dark room that's full of portraits and a large board that had many familiar faces painted on it.

Taehyung.

Hoseok.

Yoongi.

Namjoon.

Seokjin.

Yeosang,

Zayn.

.....Himself.

And many more others were also painted on it, but there's a large portion of them that has their faces covered by a blob of red paint.

One of those faces being Jimin's.

They think he's dead.

And it's going to remain that way.

Suddenly a familiar man walks into the room with the art, wearing a large black robe with his hair pushed back by a bandana. Jungkook follows with dark eyes as the man grabs his usual painting utensils and stares at his large board before he begins to paint something at an open spot on it.

Jungkook's lips somehow forms a twisted smirk full of agony yet mischief, his mind going wild to the possibilities he has now.

"I got you now, my little flower."

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A/N:

I'M BACK LOVELIES!!!

Haha I missed not writing this book. After a lot of thought and thinking and editing for the next chapters, I am back in business yesss!!

Don't think I have not read all of your comments for the A/N and the Preview. You guys are honestly so so sweet. How did I ever get so blessed to have you guys? I don't know but reading what you guys had to say just fused me <3 I feel more confident than ever. Also, the A/N was not meant to make anyone feel upset or anything like that or to make think as if I was targeting anyone in particular. Sometimes it's good to take a moment, look back to what I wrote and have a solid idea of what's going to happen next and edit it as well. I love you guys so much, every single one of you and I will never have the intention to make anyone feel upset.

You're all my lovelies, my family, and I will always have your backs no matter what, literally <3

Remember what purple means? Trust and love you <3

So I trust and love you <3

NOW LET'S GET THIS STORY GOING AGAIN!!!

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