[ Desolation ]

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Aboard his R8, Jungkook drove on the seoulian outskirts. It had been fifteen minutes already that he was driving, it was around ten PM. The black haired had his black eyes staring at the nocturnal horizon in front of him. Jungkook was somewhere else. Taehyung was all over his mind. This handsome hazel haired, with bold and unpredictable behavior. The twenty-one-year-old man didn't understand why the teacher wanted the two men to kiss that bad. Regularly. Because the black haired didn't know anything about it. Being in a relationship, he didn't know what it concretely mean. Jungkook had never been in one with anyone. And he really didn't know if that was word that defined his relationship with the older. This word couldn't define them given the situation.

His hands clenched on his black leather steering wheel, his rosy lips tight pinched. Between them, it wasn't just physical. Jungkook was convinced. It wasn't just, kissing, touching, or just contact between their two bodies. No, even before this manifested between them, they had gone through the conception of the discovery of the morale of the other. Many discussions between them had been enriching. About life. About their own view of things. Each as pleasant as the others. These discussions still happened between them. So, before starting a physical rapprochement, Taehyung and Jungkook had taken the time to know each other a minimum. To proceed with this exchange with calm, in a progressive and interested manner. 

Now, a higher step seemed to be manifesting. Despite him, Jungkook could feel it. Taehyung was at his apartment since early november. It had been two months and counting, around sixty-five days of daily frequentation. Eventful, certainly, but it had evolved so much. Jungkook trusted the hazel haired a bit now. Giving him his name, that counted. And the teacher knew it, deep inside it was pleasant to say that, the handsome dark haired had gifted him this privilege. To know his name. But everything went very quickly. Announcement of his name, first day out, first risk, first kisses between them. And especially, first kiss for Jungkook, in his whole like as a hitman, the twenty-one-year-old young man had never kissed anyone. Jungkook failed to preserve many things during his chaotic youth. However, that, the prestige of the first kiss, he had succeeded.

To finally offer it to the hazel haired. What a beautiful gift. The black haired had loved kissing Taehyung's soft and sweet lips. A honey union, delicate like acacia. It would stay a memorable memory of his life, no matter what could happen to him. Even if in the worst of misfortunes, Taehyung hated him again, Jungkook wouldn't regret anything. Because that moment was etched in his memory. So now, the professional killer was wondering where they were going. Where this situation was taking them. They were getting addicted to those kisses, a bit more every day. Even the university teacher had demonstrated it tonight. To ask him about the fact that Jungkook was keeping his distance, that they had not kissed since the literature teacher's birthday. Even if he didn't want to say it, he, who wasn't scared of anything, the black haired was apprehending. He was apprehending the attachment he could have towards Taehyung. Deep down his soul darkened by the scars of his youth.

He preferred to be cautious. It was a way to protect himself. Because, the hazel hadn't spoke about them anyway. Jungkook didn't want to either. Not yet. He didn't want to. And since he left his apartment, that was all the black haired could think about. Taehyung. Taehyung. And still Taehyung. Fucking handsome man whom he was attracted to. Fucking hostage whom wasn't one anymore. Who was the real killer in this case ? Jungkook or the hazel haired who mistreated him without knowing ? The assassin was wondering. Alone, he sneakily laughed in his car. Damn funny this situation. Taehyung was becoming the predator. He, who had always been a prey to Jungkook's eyes.

 « Fucking shit. » Muttered the dark haired.

He didn't want to get weak in front of the literature teacher. For the simple and good reason that the hitman didn't understand the nature of his doubts. Malicious, hidden in the dark, they were mocking Jungkook. His doubts were taunting him. He didn't like it. The twenty-one-year-old young man was a man who liked control. The mastery of things. And here, it was slipping through his fingers. He refused to become the prey. Jungkook had to be the eternal predator. No time to give way to fears. The professional assassin had to be sure of himself, he had to put a word on what characterized Taehyung and himself. Before it is too late for him. Before Jungkook could become the game.

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Parked behind this dark building, Jungkook thought of the last terms of his plan for tonight's murder. He had to climb to the twenty-fourth floor out of the thirty. It was high. Long. Could be a failure too. Because it was a businessman whose scam list was too full. To say the truth, Jungkook didn't really care. He earned his money, and following his personal researches on his future victim, he had the confirmation of his mistakes. So the black haired sighed one last time, his bloody bunny mask hid his identity and he stepped out of his car. He quickly locked it. He had a machete on him, along with a medium sized knife, a revolver and a shotgun in his back. Still camouflaged under a big sweater, as usual. Attentive to the outside noises from the moderately busy area, Jungkook entered through a hidden door at the back. A simple shoulder blow had sufficed to make this poor door in poor condition yield. 

He then arrived in a small, not illuminated, dusty room. All of that, Jungkook already knew that in advance. Because he always investigated the premises before he even accepted the request for murder. In a similar way than with Daejung's case. Jungkook prepared his plan carefully, elaborating the paths to use on the chosen day to do the work. The door in front of him that blocked his access to one of the main hallways, had been also opened after he hit three times with a hammer on the lock. This hammer had been found in this desertic room. Only problem, the noise he had provoked with his hits. Normally, there was a guard who did the night patrols. At this hour, he had checked, he was around the twentieth floor. With two nocturnal observations, he had quickly deduced.

So by the time he would go up, the guard would be going down. And that would leave him the right time to murder this man who stayed late in his office, with the goal of planning his scams. The sporty black training, Nike, which he wore suited him to perfection. His muscled thighs for years, were eagerly highlighted with this type of clothing. He wore one of his favorite pair of shoes, the same brand as his black bottom. And the ebony sweater also added darkness on the killer. The lights were partially turned off here. There were three lifts in total and cameras at each floor. Jungkook had to be careful. He couldn't appear on either of these surveillance cameras. Based on his researches, they were always in the same corner. Last angle of the three hallways per floor.

It meant that, the hallways all joined to form a geometric U. The camera was still in the same place. Left corner, at the junction between two corridors. So it didn't record the right side. It was perfect for the black haired who was planning to take the stairs. Twenty-four floors in total. That was long, of course. But Jungkook was used to it. After checking that no one was here, the assassin took the staircase on his right. It was one that was set back from the main entrance of the building, but it was the same in the end. From this moment, it was perfect for the black haired.

So he started going up, careful, really cautious and he listened to any noise around him. However, the building was empty at this hour. Except for the nocturnal guard and the man who stayed here illegally, no one was around at this hour. That was the reason for this heavy silence. On each floor. On each level. Jungkook climbed the stairs like a wolf. Without making noise, and listening to everything. Even his breathing was silent despite the rythm he had while going up. His irises were like sharp blades, as his gaze was sharpened at the slightest movement. After a few intensive minutes, Jungkook arrived on the twenty-fourth floor. Behind the staircase door, the black haired looked for any noise. But there was nothing. The guard wasn't here. He discreetly checked the camera in front of him, but which wasn't oriented towards his side of the hallway.

« Bingo. » Jungkook sneered.

After one last verification, the black haired started walking. Numerous doors were there, the man he had to kill was surely in the right wing. He started an express march, four doors along the right corridor. And Jungkook didn't bother too much. He opened the first door. Closed. The handle blocked. Same for the second. The third one ? It didn't block. A smirk appeared on the killer's lips, he was here, his future victim. So the black haired pushed the door with a controlled lightness, a laptop screen was lit but no other light was perceptible. He was also hiding to be honest. Jungkook walked, on the tip of his toes, his favorite revolver in hand. The professional assassin was sure of himself, ready to kill this entrepreneur with a bullet through the head, without even bothering to face him. However what he discovered, made him cold in the back.

« The motherfucker. » He groaned.

Instantly, Jungkook became cautious. He let his dark eyes analyze every corner of the room. He knew he was here. Hidden in the darkness. Waiting for an intention on his part, to better jump to his throat.

« Show yourself. » He continued.

His client was already dead. Murdered by several knives wound on his neck. His head bathed in his own blood on his desk, the laptop was speckled with red stains, the floor too, the ceiling and even the nearer walls. Horrible and creepy. Jungkook was used to it, he was almost indifferent to this kind of sight now. He himself was a killer with no mercy. However, what mattered to him now, was the fact that someone had stolen his money. Someone had stolen his customer. This file was his, he had spent two days preparing it. And a fucking killer stole it from him at the last minute ? Hell no, Jungkook wasn't accepting that. Not at all.

« Agust D. Don't be a bitch, you know I dream of killing you. A snicker left him. Are you scared ? You're shitting your pants, aren't you ? »

A machete in his left hand, his gun in the other, Jungkook had his defenses up. No sound was heard. And yet, the black haired could feel a malicious presence in the surroundings. His hunter instinct was telling him. His killer flair never betrayed him. His eyes were uncompromising, similar to those of a cat, as he implied precision despite the encompassing darkness. 

« That's the reason why I'm not showing myself, my handsome Jungkook. » A hoarse voice suddenly echoed. 

Four meters, behind the wall separating the two offices. Agust D was here. It was certain. Jungkook had calculated the distance just by hearing his voice. He walked forward. Really slowly. Very very slowly. There wasn't any noise coming from his walk. When he was facing the wall separating them, Jungkook clenched his fingers around the two weapons in his hands. And when he felt him. He got around the wall to surprise his number one rival. He had partially surprised the man in front of him. Who had in his hands, a shotgun. Loaded. Ready to shoot. The two killers judged each other in silence. Their eyes spoke a lot. Yoongi wasn't wearing a mask. Just one which was hiding his mouth and his nose. Black. Traditional. Like anybody could wear in the streets. It was Jungkook's case who had this notable peculiarity.. 

« Fucker, how we meet after all this time. Muttered the dark haired. We'll be able to settle the score. » His voice had sounded rough.

« What score, JK ? » Whispered the mint haired man.

« I take you with my bare hands Yoongi. Right now. »

Such an icy tone. Even the killer in front of him didn't appreciate it. His eyes narrowed. He took his time pulling his black mask down, to Jungkook could entirely see his face.

« I know you're gonna kick my ass. He laughed bitterly. I'm not crazy to fight this way. No, what I propose you is a knives duel. I'm fond of these silver blades. Stained with blood, with this red so singular. He whispered. I'd love for my blades to have the honor of being stained with your blood, yours, Jeon Jungkook. »

The dark haired was boiling on the spot. Yoongi enrage him. Literally. And as he was getting ready to jump at his throat, an automatic trap that had been set in advance, took care of Jungkook. A lousy scam. A treacherous blow. This mechanism had thrown a chain on the younger, and Yoongi hurriedly immobilized him on the floor. And as the hitman was trying to break free, he successfully stabbed his agressor in full calf. Agust D let out a howl of pain, he inflicted a massive kick in Jungkook's face. He didn't complain. And yet, the violence of the kick had busted his lower lip open. He had been knocked out, and when he regained control of himself, his hands were tied behind his back with a thick rope. Min Yoongi just scrutinized Jungkook with meanness.

« Let me go. Fuck, you're a fucking betrayer. Groaned the younger. You can't do anything apart from your treacherous blows, because you're just a coward, you're worthless. You don't know how to fight, you're nothing. You know what, I dream of killing- »

 « Submit, damn dog. Snickered the mint haired. I remember that Taehyung liked to be treated as a slut in bed. You know, a whore who screamed way too much. » He was so haughty while laughing.

The black haired couldn't stay still. He only dreamed of one thing, rip his rival throat with his own fingers.

« You know, he loves sucking. He mocked again. Having it deep in his throat, that's what he likes. He likes being dominated, coming dirtily, if you knew. »

Jungkook was boiling. Like he never boiled in his whole life. Yes, probably less than that time. But his rate of angriness was coming really close without much difficulty. As Yoongi taunted him.

« So it's you, motherfucker ! Who has been sending me those messages, I'll end you ! » He screamed, falling in an infinite anger.

The young black haired was cunning. Agust D really mistook him for a beginner. He had kept his machete between his fingers. His gun stayed against his back, on the floor. And while he meanly stared at Yoongi with his burning eyes, he was scraping the sharp blade of his knife against this rope. In the greatest discretion. He didn't show anything to his adversary.

« No. That's not me Jungkook. It's someone else. The mint haired's voice said, laughing. And I'm telling the truth. He is jubilant at the idea of ​​making you freak out. The worst thing is that it's actually working. I got the proof under my eyes. »

The veins in Jungkook's neck were too swollen, a sign of his indomitable annoyance.

« So what is it like to screw my ex ? I really had fun with me, even though I've always considered him as just an ass. »

« That's why you stayed with him for two years ? Fucker, you were at his feet, right ? It was you, Taehyung's dog. » Jungkook started laughing darkly.

Yoongi's stare darkened. Sign of his imminent anger.

« Don't push me too much or I'll fucking kill you here and now. »

The gun against Jungkook's temple, a malicious smile on his lips, and a hateful tension. Unhealthy, but real.

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Chapter 33 ! ♥

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