[ Proposition ]

Darkness spread inside Jungkook's eyes, when he heard that sentence. The hazel haired guy just arrived at his house, and this idea was already annoying him, as if he regretted his choice. The term of murderer almost pained him. Though it was what he was. But strangely, he had took it more as an insult, when the teacher called him that. So, he had begged him a few hours ago and now he was asking him to kill him ? Kim Taehyung didn't know what he wanted. Jungkook decided to do something, pretty radical, with a specific purpose and intention.

He got up from the couch, eyes still dark, before getting closer to the hazel haired boy on the floor. Once he looked up at him, the black haired wrapped his hand around his throat. Not too brutally, but hard enough to make an effect. Surprisingly, Taehyung didn't flinch. Even though the gesture had surprised him, he stayed neutral. Seconds later, his back met the ground, the killer's hand was still on his throat, tightening his grip not too tightly. Jungkook was overlooked him, though he kept his distance from the teacher.

« Say it again. Repeat what you said. » Jungkook spat.

Without looking away, Taehyung mumbled.

« Kill me. I don't want to live anymore. »

The hitman gritted his teeth. He was going to lose it.

« Didn't you beg me to let you live in that damn restroom ? »

« I regret. I changed my mind. » He whispered.

« I risked my career to let you live and that's what you ask me now ? Are you playing with my nerves ? »

Taehyung bit his lower lip. He felt the black haired's fingers around his throat, tightening his grip as the discussion went on.

« I'm asking you to kill me. That's your job after all. Why are you hesitating ? »

(AN: I can't really translate this sentence because this is not the same in English as in French. Basically to say 'you' when you talk to a friend, family member etc.. you say 'tu' , and if you're talking more professionally, to your teacher or to a group (like a group of friends, when there's more than two people) you say 'vous' . But that doesn't exist in English, so it's kind of complicated to translate ... But basically, Taehyung started to talk to him as a friend, more unformal. Sorry that was long and unnecessary)

It was a lost case. And the way he said those words, sounded so pejorative, so mocking. Even though Taehyung wasn't laughing, it sounded like it in his voice.

« What are you trying to do ? You should know that provoking me, is a really bad idea. »

« You're not answering me. Why are you hesitating ? »

An angry sigh left Jungkook. Clearly, Taehyung wanted to piss him off already. But the black haired knew he shouldn't let feelings take over him, it would be a mistake, and he didn't want another crime committed by him.

« You don't understand, do you ? You asked me to let you live, not so I can kill you right after. Now that you're here, you're making me risk anything. It's too late. So just live your little life here, and stop pissing me off. Understood ? »

« But ! I have a life back at the univer- »

« Enough ! Jungkook screamed. Conversation is over. »

Without another word, he stood up, letting go of the boy's throat who immediately brought his hands to his neck, eyes never leaving the cold eyes of the killer.

« Are you hungry ? » Jungkook mumbled.

Taehyung shook his head no.

« You'll take a shower tomorrow. I don't want to babysit. It's time to sleep. »

The teacher frowned, not understanding anything. What did he mean by babysit ? And was he really going to make him sleep now ? The hazel haired was already tired of being here. But, as he was thinking, a hand grabbed his arm to make him stand up. The black haired then dragged him to a room, at the end of the corridor. It was in the darkness since the shutters were closed. The paint on the wall was dull, but it was really clean. Even the bed was made. The only thing missing, was cheerfulness. Jungkook let him step in the room, he grabbed a few clothes inside a dresser before handing them to the teacher.

« Wear this. » He said quietly, throwing the clothes on him.

The second after, he had turned his back so he couldn't see Taehyung. The hazel haired behind him hesitated for a while. He was scared the killer would turn around and watch him. But no, Jungkook didn't turn around at any moment. For two minutes, the black haired heard his hostage taking off his clothes, before putting on the ones he gave him. When Taehyung was done, he told the killer. Silently, Jungkook turned around and walked towards the bed to get it ready for the teacher.

« What are you doing ? » Taehyung mumbled, voice cold.

And there he was, being polite again, or maybe he was just being distant.

(AN: He started saying 'vous' again, so as if he was talking to a stranger (which is the case), or a boss, people like that)

« I'm getting you the bed ready. » He replied, voice just as cold.

« I'm twenty-three, I can do it myself. »

« That's good for you. But I'm still the one taking care of it. »

And just with those two sentences, Jungkook stopped the talk. Once everything was ready, he told the hazel haired boy to get in the bed. The stare Taehyung shot him was as cold as ice. But the black haired pretented he didn't notice it.

« Great. I'm going to tie one of your wrist to the bed, just so you don't escape or try to kill yourself during the night. »

« And what if I need to use the bathroom ? » He asked, shocked.

« You'll hold it in. This is not negotiable, anyway. » Jungkook spat.

Not another word was spoken. Taehyung's left wrist was tied, and only a padlock key could take off this iron chain. Though Jungkook didn't make it too tight. His goal was to avoid Taehyung from escaping, not hurt him.

« Good night. » The assassin mumbled, once he was ready to leave the room.

« Bad night. Assassin. » Taehyung replied, coldly.

That's a direct way to say it. Jungkook knew that his sympathy was nowhere to be found yet.

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Taehyung couldn't do it anymore. He had been here for a week only, but he couldn't do this anymore. One week, some could say it was nothing, that it went quickly. But no. Taehyung lived each minute in this apartment. Sixty minutes waiting, to make an hour. And he did that for a week. Seven days. He could clearly say this week was the worst of his life, and by far. Every day, he cried. Him, who almost never cried, or only in special cases. The night before trying to sleep, the tears were running down his cheeks, across his beautiful tanned skin. And everynight, between ten pm and two am, Taehyung couldn't sleep.

He ended up sleeping, but only because he was exhausted from crying, from suffering inside. From spending many hours thinking, why did that happen to him ? What did he do wrong in his life to deserve this ? He kept looking for an answer every night, he couldn't find one. Fate was probably against him. But he didn't see any reason for him to live that. Being locked in by a mysterious and cold murderer. He didn't talk to him throughout the day. At least, when he was here. Because this week, the black haired left five times, the entire day. And because he was leaving, he tied Taehyung up.

Now, Taehyung was going through a second week, similar to the first. It wasn't over yet, there was two days left to make it two entire weeks. The same thing as the previous week happened. He cried at night. Feeling this hatred towards this man he didn't even know the name of. 'Call me JK.' Taehyung had this terrible need to kill him. Who did he think he was, to lock him up, like some kind of animal ? The teacher hated this idea, made his heart ache. However, he was forced to live that.

So yeah, his days were made of him crying, being sad, hating this man, regretting his past life, worrying for the life he was living. His life of being a literature teacher at the university, taking care of his students, who were probably dying of worry from not getting news from him, or even seeing his friends. He missed Jimin, and Seokjin too. He really missed his best friends. And thinking about how destroyed they must be, was destroying him too. All those little thoughts, were slowly killing Taehyung.

He was fed, clean, he was free to move anywhere in the apartment when the killer was home. But the teacher was becoming depressed. He wasn't happy. He didn't want to sleep tied up, he didn't want to be tied up when the black haired was leaving. Because the hazel haired boy was too much of a wimp to kill himself. He thought about it. Twice. But he couldn't. He wasn't able to do it. So he understood that his fate was between the murderer's hands, and it only pissed him off more.

The black haired was physically cute, or more like he was handsome, but it didn't make the teacher soften. Yeah, he wasn't too mean to him. He let him do his thing sometimes. And he wasn't into voyeurism, when he was with him in the bathroom. Because yes, the black haired was with him even when he was taking a shower. He didn't look at him, he read the documents or stared at the wall in front of him, sit on a chair. He did that, apparently, so he wouldn't try to drown himself or slit his wrists in any way. So even if it wasn't totally the case, the teacher had to admit that he could be nice sometimes. Though this word couldn't be assigned to someone who kidnapped him. It was inconceivable for the teacher.

Moreover, all hope of freedom had vanished. No one would ever know that the literature teacher, Kim Taehyung, was in fact, alive. That he didn't disappear on his own, or wasn't dead. Because, Jungkook let him watch the news once. People talked about this terrible crime that happened at the university, they talked about Kim Daejung, third year student. The police was investigating. Though they admitted that no evidence had been found. Nothing. No DNA traces foreign to the victim's DNA, no concrete theories. And of course, they talked about Taehyung's disappearance. They tried to locate his phone with the geolocation. But, what a disappointment it was, when they realized that his phone had been forgotten in the teacher's room, in Kim Taehyung's personal locker.

So yes, in a way, Jungkook had succeeded. This man was a perfect murderer. But no. The black haired refused to admit that the murder of a rapist was a success. Because he dragged an innocent along the way, who was inside his own apartment, forced to live this way. Just this, proved a kind of failure in his work. Though it didn't really affect him, Jungkook wasn't satisfied. But that didn't really matter. Life went on, so does requests. The black haired had killed eight other persons in almost two weeks. And the amount of cash had been very attractive. 12 800 000 wons*. That was a lot.

Today, it wasn't really a call for a crime. It was a girl. Well, a girl he already knew. Daejung's little sister. She called Jungkook a few times to thank him for what he did. Nothing had made her happier than that, in her whole life. She wouldn't have to face her brother, who raped her every week. Though her family was in grief, she was probably the happiest at the moment. She asked to meet him. But Jungkook refused this kind of proposal. The less people saw his face, the better it was. And that, even if they were his customers.

Clients were seen and detected on a hacked website, that belonged to the dark web. It was a website dedicated to hitmen. There were three of them. Jeon Jungkook, as known as JK, Shark, who never gave his real name, and Agust D, named Min Yoongi. The three of them were rivals. The most requested was Jungkook. Which caused the jealousy of the two rivals. Each person that entered the website, was automatically scanned to find out if it was a police officer. It was a high technology program, created by Jungkook's best friend, Jung Hoseok. Anyone who was related to the government couldn't acceed to the website. And though there might be a flaw, the killers' identities were protected.

Therefore, customers were not a threat to the killers. It didn't stop Jungkook from being careful. So this girl named Aecha insisted to see him and thank him in person. After two weeks of being persistent, the black haired had given in. They planned a meeting in a quiet district of Seoul. Since the killer had photographies of his clients, he was quick to recognize the little blonde. So they met, drinking a coffee. Not any moment had they mentioned Jungkook's job, as a precaution. And after an hour, Aecha asked a somewhat special request to the black haired.

Him who was not easy to surprise, was shocked hearing what she asked him. At first, he didn't understand. It was too strange to understand. But as she carried on explaining, Jungkook understood a bit better. It didn't stop him from staying reluctant to this idea.

« Please JK. I need it to move on. Once for all. I promise you won't ever hear from me again after that. » She mumbled, voice shy.

Jungkook looked at her, she was cute. But he didn't want to. She was too young. And fragile.

« I don't do that, Aecha. I'm sure you'll find a great boyfriend, who'll know how to take care of you. »

« Maybe. But I need it now. »

« Why me ? » He sighed.

« Because... You saved me by doing that. I think you're the good person to make me be confident again. »

The fake blonde's eyes scanned the black haired. She tried to make him understood that it was a necessity. By the way, she was serious when she said she would let him after that. She just wanted warmth and attention, from someone else than him. The person who wasn't in this world anymore, but who had stolen her youth and her chastity.

« I don't have any condom on me. » He mumbled, trying to make her understood he could only refuse.

Her cheeks warmed in a pink color, she looked away, before whispering.

« I have one. »

« Aecha. That's not... »

« Please. Just this one last favor. »

And Jungkook gave in. Because the blonde seemed to really need it and she was sincere in what she was saying. Together, they went to the closest hotel, and the black haired hugged the young girl. Being the most careful he could be, he tried to make her feel better. She asked him to touch her, so she wouldn't feel the horrible shivers on her skin anymore. So she wouldn't feel the last marks Daejung left, but only the black haired's. To give her warmth. This end of afternoon was unexpected, especially for Jungkook. But as they agreed, Aecha thanked him after what happened, Jungkook told her goodbye and it was over. Their road won't ever meet each other. For now, the killer had to get home as quickly as possible, Taehyung was waiting for him.

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* 12 800 000 wons = around 9923,55 euros (so 10 939,74 dollars)

Do you understand the girl's reaction and request ? Because in the original fanfic, some people were hating on her and others were understanding.

Anyway, here's chapter 4 ... Hope you enjoyed it 💜

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