Taehyung is seconds away from ripping every strand of his red hair off his skull.

That's not a surprise, seems like that has been his mood ever since he stepped foot into Korea.

Apart from not getting enough sleep throughout the whole week and barely eating anything - because he's just so at loss of appetite - his skin is starting to crawling and itch by how Jungkook hasn't uttered a single word to him since the kiss.

At all.

Mind you, a week has passed, an entire week. They have seen each other, been in the same classroom, even bumped into each other randomly around campus or the hallways, and not once has this man said anything to him - or even looked his way, clearly far too entertained with his notes or his friends to acknowledge his existence.

As much as he's grateful that the other has finally caught onto the hint to leave him alone, it bothers Taehyung.

A lot.

He didn't think Jungkook would actually stop talking to him. Taehyung kinda hoped he would still be little stubborn and pursue him because Taehyung's that much of a fucking masochist that likes to torture himself with things that he knows he shouldn't pursue or mess around with.

Can't blame him, Taehyung has gotten use to the thrill of being part of that life that he was exposed to back home - and one of those things being admiring a risky situation, knowing well it will be his possible downfall - he fucking loves it.

But it's better for Jungkook though, right?

For his own good to be away.

And for Taehyung to not get attached - Even though it's far too late for that and his obsession.

Throughout the week, Taehyung has came to a conclusion: Jungkook is too good, but with venomous lips.

He's a perceiving good boy with lips of an experienced porn star, and that's what's fucking with Taehyung's head - since the two are two completely different contrast of each other. Unless the kid makes out with his group of besties when they're bored.

But maybe that's why Taehyung finds him quite.... Interesting.

There's more to him than what he shows, and his good boy costume is his biggest disguise.

Undoubtably.

Not like Taehyung is far too curious to discover what lies under those clothes, not like he would like it if someone knew his double face that he left back home, but the idea is interesting.

Someone is hiding, just like how he is.

And unfortunately for Jungkook, Taehyung notices everything.

With silent lips.

After all, he doesn't pry unless necessary.

Unless it's for survival, then he will go to certain lengths to guarantee he keeps his head attached to his body just like what he's been trained to do.

However, his training involved more than just looking after his ass and make sure he survives out there in the world.

No, Orchids had a bigger objective, and that was taking Oasis down. Thanks to the rat that gave them the information to - literally - everything, Orchids has been trained to not only have easy access to Oasis through their system, but to take down any member easily. There's not a fight in the handbook that Taehyung didn't practice that he can anticipate from them. He knows the weapons they use, stradegy plans, places the consistently venture off to - everything.

The only thing that failed was providing an image of the main five with the royal bitch.

Taehyung knows he's in enemy territory, had the privilege on meeting the Oasis leader with the masquerade mask, but the mission Orchids had isn't his anymore.

He's done with Orchids, and their issue with Oasis stays between them alone.

Afterall, Taehyung isn't the right-hand man anymore, not like he would change that either way.

His boss is a real psychotic fucker, that's why he's still looking for his remaining cockroach and Taehyung should be grateful he even has been breathing for this long period of a time.

And he will continue to do so because no way in hell did all his training go to waste for nothing.

Those were the thoughts that mainly cruised Taehyung's head throughout the week when it wasn't drifting into thinking of Jungkook, even now as he sat here in this lecture, his mind is only drifting to his life back in America.

That paranoia of being found.

Trying not to put himself too out there.

Shit, maybe he is traumatized?

Well, his therapist did say he has PTSD, but does he really? Wouldn't it be just anxiety or paranoia? He feels fine, besides not sleeping or having the appetite to eat, maybe still carrying his gun everywhere he goes and sometimes hearing voices in his apartment when his paranoia gets too much, but he wouldn't call the PTSD.

Right?

He knows how to take care of himself when it comes down to it, that's a promise.

Anyways, this lecture is now midway through, and by this point Taehyung was fighting against everything to stay awake by how his body practically is screeching to sleep. For a second his eyes did manage to glue shut, just for a few minutes, but a squeak from the seat beside him immediately snapped his eyes open.

He knows damn well someone did not just decided to sit next to him.

Since he got here and began to sit in this seat, no one dared to sit beside him - or if they did, he would always put his backpack on the seat so they wouldn't sit there. Perhaps because he has this intimidating aura, or they just didn't want to sit next to a foreigner, but he has been gratefully alone for the most part.

Until today.

This person is bold to do that in the middle of a lecture for sure.

Taehyung slowly turns his head to side, seeing another male sitting on the once empty seat beside him, giving Taehyung a small smile.

"Hi."

What the fuck does he want?

Has he not seen the amount of times Taehyung had to turn people away from sitting anywhere near him?

Either that or he's just plain ignorant.

"Hi," Taehyung mutters, moving his eyes back to focus to the front of the class.

He hoped this guy caught the hint to leave him alone if he's going to be sitting next to him. At this point, Taehyung's not in the mood to bubble into a damn conversation either or start making new friends. All he can think about is this crave of sleeping, silencing his thoughts, and have Jungkook stop being a damn good boy and talk to him.

Taehyung knows needs to get his life together, if not than he will actually be too weak to defend himself physically if he doesn't sleep or eat.

Just like what happened now.

Abruptly, Taehyung's whole body suddenly tensed up solidly when he felt a hand on his thigh.

Now this actually shocked him.

Okay this is not the first time a man has hit on him. Back in America, he used to go occasionally with some of his gang members to bars, and all the time men would go up to him and a start flirting up a storm.

On the low, Taehyung has had a good time, but it never led to something more like sex, it was just occasionally teases and pleasures here and there.

You could say Taehyung drifts to either side, so not like he has a preference.

However, he has been told by his father that he may not see that so openly here due to the strict traditional and conservative views that this country has on homosexuality.

So best believe what this man is doing now is sure surprising him more than expected.

Unfortunately for him, Taehyung is not in the mood for pleasure.

Much less for someone to boldly touch him without his consent, and his thighs are precisely the red zones that fires his anger up immediately.

It pisses him off when someone touches his legs.

A lot.

Taehyung's eyes turned to a glare, and he aggressively grabs the guy by the throat and digs his thumb against his pulses, feeling the thumps against his fingertips. The male starts to choke with eyes bulged out, taking in Taehyung's dark eyes piercing into his angrily.

Good thing they're all the way to the back of the classroom and watching a film, the professor sure wouldn't have enjoyed seeing this sight.

Taehyung would've killed him on the spot out of instinct if it weren't for the circumstances he's in.

So, the best thing he could do is refrain himself, but leave a message.

"Do that again and I will slice your hand off and shove it up your ass," Taehyung growls slowly and aggressively lets him go, getting up the exact moment the professor dismissed the class the second the film was put on pause.

His body is shaking in aggravation, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but he was far too angry to relax.

So, he just gets out of the fucking classroom without turning back once.

Not realizing he just left a frail sheep to a pack of six angry wolves, who saw the whole thing from the row behind him.

And are anything but happy.

Especially the alpha.

Jungkook follows the frustrated V with his eyes, seeing how angry he looks as he walks out the door with the rest of the students, before his eyes fell back to the student that pissed him off.

He has seen him a few times around the school, fucking around with people all the time, but Jungkook sure wasn't expecting for him to pull a move like that towards V.

A for effort, F for results.

However, it doesn't take away the fact that this man got V undeniably pissed off.

For more than Jungkook has ever seen from him.

He touched him.

He got his V mad.

His specific curiosity.

"What do you want us to do boss?" Namjoon whispers beside him, all of them watching their boss; ready for the order that they know is blurring through Jungkook's head.

Jungkook's eyes still stayed to the brunette-haired man seated in front of him, watching how he stands up and walks away, with Jungkook's glare still heavy on him.

He isn't needed in this world either way.

"Kill him," He says nonchalantly, and stands up while grabbing his backpack, "And bring me back his dick, I want to personally shove it down his throat."

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A/N:

I'm update another chapter in a few minutes or in half an hour so be ready hehehe!!!

It's going to be a little..... Steamy so just a heads up warning hahah

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