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Jungkook started his second session of push ups. He was going to listen to Taehyung while working out. Two in one, that was effective. As he was focused on his exercise, the black haired had no trouble seeing Taehyung moving on the bed. The hazel haired was getting closer. He was now at the end of the bed, and could see Jungkook in front of him, on the floor. Without stopping, Jungkook was now at thirty push ups. Visibly, Taehyung didn't dare to start the discussion as quick. To say the truth, the teacher didn't know how to start the conversation, without sounding crazy. Only, if Taehyung wanted to move on he needed to talk about it with Jungkook, so he could have a peace of mind. He took so much time that the killer had now finished his second round.

« Mmh just, how long does your work out last ? »

« Around an hour. The killer breathed out. But, that's not what you wanted to talk about, right ? »

« No no. I wanted... To talk about something else. » Taehyung mumbled, watching Jungkook.

« Well, talk. » He replied, his chest going up and down as he breathed.

The hazel haired's hands grabbed the black sheet under his palms, biting his bottom lip. Then his orbs detailed Jungkook who was waiting.

« You won't think I'm crazy ? »

« No Taehyung. » The black haired laughed.

« Ok. He breathed in. I hope that... You're not trying to make me get that hostage syndrome ? You know... »

Once the black haired heard the surprising suggestion, not only his eyes widened, but he also started laughing against his will. He kept staring at Taehyung, but showed he was sincere.

« Absolutely not Taehyung. And the simple fact that you know what it is, would make me unable to... Have this kind of unhealthy control on you. He muttered. I can understand that you're doubting, because it's been a while since we last argued. You don't scream at me anymore, and I'm no longer cold. But, in no way this is because of that crap. Personally, I think that's a pretty morbid delirium. And usually, the kidnappers and the hostages who experience that thing, have a devastating relationship. With violent blows and insults... His voice was serious. I'm not trying to do that to you, in any way. »

The answer pleased Taehyung. It was already a bit more reassuring. Deep inside him, the hazel haired knew he didn't have the syndrome. Because he was conscious about it. Because his reason was still here, and he wasn't losing his mind, nor his thoughts. He finds Jungkook sympathetic, that's true, and that was one of the syndrome's criteria. Except Jungkook wasn't a common kidnapper. He was comprehensive and attentive. He offered things to the hazel haired, he was normal and didn't impose anything on him. At this point, Taehyung didn't see Jungkook as a mean killer with no pity who had no consideration for the hazel haired. He judged the killer as a toughtful person. As a normal young man, who wasn't trying to get anything from him.

« It scares me, because this syndrome is about sympathy and, it's there now. I don't hate you like I used to. Taehyung laughed, a bit darkly. Actually, I think our situation is special. Because you didn't try to get me here on your will. I was a default choice. You didn't plan to kidnap me to tame me like an animal or to try to get something from me. He explained under the black haired's gaze. You brought me here to keep your identity. And I.... Hated you for that. Because your choice was at first egotistic, it was a decision for you. Taehyung was smiling. So I'd rather be honest with you Jk. I'll probably never forget the fact that you kidnapped me. But I'm not mad at you like before. Not as much. Because... You're just a twenty year old man, mature and adult. Nice too. You're a normal person who doesn't want to destroy me or something. I know, I talk a lot, I'm just trying to understand where this situation is taking us. »

Jungkook was stunned. Not because Taehyung was straightforward. Just because of his spontaneity which was indomitable. The killer had understood everything, hearing the sentences in his head. He sat up, understanding that the hazel needed to have this conversation now.

« If you have other things to say, you can. » Jungkook told him.

« I need to talk about it, because it torments me. I know that... We like each other. But, we shouldn't. You're my kidnapper. Well, you're not like the others. It's true, it's not just my imagination or a fictive delirium, you don't act like a kidnapper at all. His hoarse voice said. At first, yes you did. When you were really careful. But now, you act more like a roomate, I mean it's really disturbing. At this moment, the hazel's eyes were mocking. How do I take the situation, can you explain ? »

The last question was sincere. Taehyung needed an answer. Given by Jungkook. Without it, he was still blocked. Because at this point, everything was ambiguous. Ambiguous in the atmosphere around them. The two men weren't really conscious of that. It was a void of opal feelings, like a blanket on a winter night. Jungkook was taking this conversation really seriously. He felt that, if there were to be a turning point, it was now. Clear things up, for both of them. Erase this kidnapper and hostage image, because now they couldn't deny it anymore, none of them saw the relation this way. Their behaviour were erasing what existed before. Taehyung could feel it, Jungkook too.

« So... Yes everything you said is true. When I decided to bring you to my house, it wasn't by will. It was more like a constraint for me. His tone was soft. In fact, I told myself either I kill you, or you're coming with me. Because I screwed my plan up, at first I thought you wouldn't be here with Daejung. He sighed, hand running in his black locks. And be honest, If I had let you go, you would have told the police, right ? Taehyung nodded. Yeah, so when my semblance of humanity showed up, I decided to keep you alive. The negative point was that you had to stay at my house. So yes, at first it wasn't pretty to see. We really didn't like each other and I want to tell you, that's normal. But I think that it's useless to maintain this bad agreement. It just spoils our everyday... His eyes scanned the hazel haired. And I perfectly understand the fact that you'll never forget me, for keeping you here. »

After this answer, Taehyung seemed to be relieved. It was a strange deliverance. Talking about it eased his fears. What Jungkook just replied him was enough to the hazel haired. Enough to the point he asked himself if there was anything more to say.

« I don't see you as my hostage. The black haired sighed. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. »

When the killer said that, he thought of the fact that he wasn't doubting Taehyung's intentions. Jungkook was secretive, he kept a lot of things to himself. So he didn't want to clearly explain what he thought about when he said that to Taehyung. However, he was certain that it was useless to hide it, the younger wasn't as harsh with the hazel haired. He had totally soften. Thinking about it made him shiver. Those were shivers of fears, of the usual distance he would put with the others.

« The future will probably tell us. » The teacher whispered.

Jungkook's orbs looked back at Taehyung.

« Sorry... I interrupted you in your work out. You can keep going. » The hazel haired smiled.

« It's fine, you were right talking to me about it. »

And the black haired started his third round, Taehyung was still watching him from the bed. Maybe it wasn't really healthy, but the hazel haired was irresistibly attracted to the black haired. And when he was doing push ups, he was so attractive. His muscles were tightening under his tank top, especially his trapezoids and his lumbar. You could try all you want to resist Jungkook's charm, it was complicated. Even for Taehyung. Wise and composed, he never slipped in front of the killer. He wasn't planning on doing it, but his masculine look and virility was luxurious. It couldn't be denied. And for the entirety of the third round, the hazel haired had kept his eyes on Jungkook. As he wasn't expecting it, the black haired turned on his back, surprising the teacher.

« You're watching me ? » The black haired started to laugh.

Taehyung looked down on the sheets, uncomfortable.

« No... It's just that your fitness impresses me. » He mumbled, shyly.

« I've only done three rounds of push ups. » The assassin smiled.

« Which is, one hundred fifty push ups. » He muttered.

Jungkook smiled, as he got back into cladding position, ready to do core stability.

« It's nothing. The younger admitted. Hey, can you start the stopwatch with the watch on my desk ? »

When the hazel haired heard his question, he grabbed the object without leaving the bed. Between his hands, he checked how to start it, finding quite quickly.

« You're ready ? » Taehyung asked.

« Yeah. »

« Top. »

Jungkook contracted his abs, really focused. Naturally, the hazel haired thought the black haired would do this for one minute. But when the killer passed the first minute with no trouble, then the second, and the third, Taehyung asked himself if he could even last forty seconds. The teacher was amazed. Jungkook kept going even after doing so many push ups, it was fascinating for the hazel haired.

« How many minutes now ? »

« Six minutes and ten seconds. » Taehyung's voice whispered.

« I'll do eight minutes today. When the watch shows six minutes and thirty seconds you'll come sit on my back, it'll make me work more. »

« W-What ? »

« Clock is ticking, come sit. » Jungkook said, holding back a smile.

Under the pressure Taehyung put on himself, he stood up, walking to the black haired's sides. He saw that the watch was showing 6 : 25, he went to sit on the killer's back as Jungkook had asked. Once Taehyung sat, he heard the black haired sigh. And a detail came to his mind.

« Your shoulder is still hurt Jk- it's not a good idea to work your body ! »

« It doesn't hurt. » He replied, head down between his arms on the floor.

« Really, your injury could bleed again. »

« Everything's fine. » He reassured him.

Finally, Jungkook continued his work out with the teacher on his back. He worked well. Then, the hazel haired had let the younger work out on his own for about an hour. The worst has been the pull ups. Jungkook, who had taken his tank top off because of how hot he was, had found a way to do his pull ups in front of Taehyung. He had brought his bar and put it on his door, then he did his rounds. A vision of Hell, there wasn't any other words for Taehyung. Especially that he hadn't had sexual intercourses in four months, since his last relationship. He was scared that his hormones were a bit too wild under these divine images of Jungkoook's body in full work out activity. Taehyung was human, his desires couldn't disappear in a snap of fingers. It didn't stop the hazel haired from reprimanding himself for his overflowing thoughts for Jungkook. He was totally drifting with such allusions. So much that he almost slapped himself, but held back. So the black haired wouldn't think he was crazy.

After an hour of hard work, sweating, warmed muscles, hot breaths and terrible visions, Jungkook had finished his work out session. It was at the same time a relief and a frustration for Taehyung. Because he didn't see Jungkook with that alluring aspect, so his desires had stopped in a way, it was beautiful to see. Just beautiful. A visual he could appreciate. Soft and hard at the same time, the black haired's body was out of this world. So, laying on the bed, reminding himself of the image, wasn't too unpleasing for Taehyung. Far from it. Focusing once again on his book, the hazel haired tried to continue his reading. But Jungkook decided to step out of the shower at this moment.

« Ahhh, I'm exhausted. He let out. Working out with an injury is harder than I thought. But it's fine, there wasn't any problem with the wound. »

Chest naked and still wet from the shower, Jungkook stepped in the bedroom. His black sweatpants fell low on his hips, a small towel rested on his left shoulder. Taehyung understood that it was for his wet hair. With no warning, the black haired let himself fall on the bed, head first. Laying on his front, his back was fully exposed to the teacher.

« I told you it wasn't a good idea. The hazel haired didn't seem happy. Show me your injury. »

Lazily, Jungkook rolled on his side with a simple hip movement. His chest was now facing Taehyung, who was observing the killer's wounded shoulder. It has been two weeks since he had been hurt. And two weeks since the hazel haired had cleaned his wound. They had been doing it on alternately. Jungkook one day, Taehyung the other. There wasn't any trouble with healing and he was relieved to see that for now, it was good.

« Mmh, avoid forcing on it as long as it's not fully healed. »

Jungkook agreed with a nod of his head. He put the bandage back on his injury, before laying back on his front. Taehyung had closed his book, orbs intrigued by the assassin's skin. His skin was pretty, only Jungkook's back was scarred with big scars that always caught the hazel haired's attention. Where did they come from ? That was the main question on the teacher's mind. That, but also the small tattoo in the middle of his spine.

« Jk... What does your tattoo mean ? »

Taehyung took the risk to at least ask one question. It was stronger than him, he couldn't help himself.

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Chapter 20 ! ♥

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