[ Suspicion]

After Jungkook had left Taehyung alone, the hazel haired had a moment of absence. For the first time since he was here, the black haired had let him shower on his own. It was surprising. And weird at the same time. Because in a way, Taehyung had gotten used to the killer's presence in the bathroom. So after five minutes of thinking about life, the teacher started to wash himself slowly. Without being in a hurry or something, he scrubbed his skin, thinking and dreaming. He had slept with the young man. Against him. And he had felt so good next to him. From the teacher's point of view, this didn't make any sense. Even if he didn't want to admit it to himself, the hazel haired had to admit that these feelings were there. A little joy ran through his mind. This was really rare since he had been held hostage at the assassin's house.

Twenty minutes later, between his lost thoughts and reflections, Taehyung got out of the bath, after rinsing himself with warm pleasing water. He wore his clean underwear, along with the killer's grey sweatpants and a sweater. The hazel haired ran his hands through his hair to comb it a little, and brushed his teeth. When he was all cleaned up and ready, Taehyung left the bathroom. He walked through the corridor, then he joined the black haired who was at his desk, working. At the room's entrance, the teacher observed the younger who seemed really focused in his researches. Files were scattered on the thin glass table.

« What do you want to eat for lunch ? » Taehyung asked him.

Jungkook, who had felt the older's presence, turned around in his leather seat.

« Do what you want. Don't bother about me. » Jungkook replied.

« No, you can tell me if you want. It'll give me idea of what to cook. » He insisted.

The killer's orbs observed the hazel haired man, he was a nice man, the black haired couldn't deny it.

« I'm working so I'm not really hungry. Really, don't bother about me. » Once again, Jungkook refused.

« Seriously. »

It was true that Taehyung was stubborn. Jungkook tended to forget. His fingers tapped against his thigh, his teeth biting his lower lip.

« I'm... Just craving salmon. » He finally admitted.

« See, when you want. Work well. » Taehyung replied, before disappearing in the kitchen.

Surprised by his visible good mood, the younger widened his eyes. A thin smile stretched his lips, and the killer got back to work.

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Two days have passed. It was the end of the week, saturday to be more exact. And today, Jungkook was leaving to buy the things Taehyung needed. It has been a while since he had to go, the black haired finally reserved his saturday for that. Ever since his injury on his shoulder, Jungkook hadn't worked. It has been four days. He problably had a week of rest, two if he was more reasonable but it wasn't his case. Jungkook said he was strong, he was strong. So a week of rest because of an injury which shouldn't have happened was already too long to the assassin's eyes. But since Taehyung was behind him, he had advised him to really take a rest because going back to work.

Inside his R8, Jungkook was driving on the seoulian ring road. The black haired didn't take much time to choose the shops. He chose one of the biggest supermarket of Seoul, where stood multiple shopping centers. He went to the closest to his home, around twenty minutes away. Calm and relaxed, Jungkook parked his car in the underground parking, before making his way to the mall quite crowded. Jungkook didn't like it, but he really did chose the busy day of the week so he could only blame himself. 

Wearing a black sweater, Jungkook kept his mysterious look. The killer walked peacefully through the crowd. And it was really amusing to him, if he was being honest. No one here had a clue of who he was, what job he had, nor what he had done in his life. Jungkook seemed to be a simple twenty-one year old young man, charming and intriguing. We couldn't deny the fact that the guy was attracting many girls his age. And though, he didn't even spare a glance to any of them. He didn't have the want, nor the time.

Deciding on starting with the culinary field, Jungkook walked to the right mall. He had a few things to buy. Not only what Taehyung needed, but also food for both of them, beauty products and stuff like that he had to buy for some time now. Jungkook would've liked to bring Taehyung with him here, but he couldn't. Because of Daejung's murder, Taehyung was still missing, and people were looking for him. So it was impossible for him to get him out, so the hazel haired boy was spending the afternoon with Jungkook's best friend, the nice and handsome man, Jung Hoseok.

Walking to the main aisle of the mall, Jungkook was looking for the kitchen's utensils' aisle. It wasn't really an aisle in which he usually goes, so the black haired took his time to find it. Hands in his sweater's pocket, he watched, until he found the aisle he was looking for. Jungkook walked in, hands leaving his pocket and pulling out the list he had wrote during Taehyung's bath.

❮ - Whip
   - Spatula
    - Roller
    - Apron
    - Add more things, you know very well that he hadn't dared to ask everything he wanted ❯

Seeing the note he wrote to himself, Jungkook let out a small snicker. He forgot he had written this. This smile didn't leave his lips and he started to look for the things he needed. He found a metal whip, medium sized. But he didn't know anything about specific details, so Jungkook didn't think too hard about it. He took this one, it seemed good. Then he found the wooden roller and a silicone spatula. Other materials were available for the spatula but the black haired choose the first he had found. Those three articles ended up in the bag he had brought with him, and the killer walked a few steps to get the last thing on his list. The apron. Black and white, quite cute, it was perfect for Taehyung.

Jungkook took it, he also added new gloves, same pattern as the apron, and a few molds along with more utensils. He had to admit the black haired choose randomly but at least the teacher would have more things. When he had grabbed everything that caught his eye, Jungkook grabbed his bag and walked towards the main aisle, relaxed. The black haired couldn't forget to shop for groceries, before going clothes and books shopping for the hazel haired. But as Jungkook was humming a little song to himself, his phone vibrated in his grey jean's pocket. At first, Jungkook had no specific reactions. He simply grabbed his phone. And he read the message.

❝ Well handsome, day shopping I see ? Not in your habits. You're more likely to play with... A pretty red liquid you know very well. And by the way, you're cooking ? All those things, are they really for you ? - Unknown. ❞ Today. 3:37 pm.

Jungkook stopped in the middle of his walk, on the white tiled aisle. The customers who were following Jungkook almost hit him and groaned at the sudden stop. In no way Jungkook had listened to those people. His eyes were fixated on the lighting screen of his phone, Jungkook couldn't believe his eyes. Who sent that ? Who had his number ? Who was this person who knew about his job ? Who was following him, there, right now ? Jungkook groaned. His orbs instantly darkened.

Though he wanted to know this person's identity, Jungkook had prefered to ignore it the first time. He put his phone back in his pocket, teeth gritted. He had lost his good mood since he had received this strange message. He really wondered who this person was. Trying to stay calm, Jungkook resumed his walk, his bag in hand. He tried to feel the presence around him, as if someone was following him, but no he didn't feel anything. Everything seemed normal. So the black haired walked into the fruits and vegetables aisle, the two men needed it. Attracted to the red apples, Jungkook grabbed a few. His phone vibrated once again.

❝ Craving apples ? How cute. ❞ Today. 3:41 pm.

« Damn. » He mumbled in the middle of the aisle.

An old woman walked by him, feeling offended by such vulgarity. That was the last of Jungkook's problems. Eyes like sharp blades, automatic radars, he observed everyone around him. They all seemed normal. They were just buying fruits. Or vegetables. This didn't please the killer. Someone was spying on him right now, without knowing who it was. It was a rather upsetting situation for Jungkook. He breathed in deeply, running his hand through his soft ebeny hair. He had to ignore it. If this person was really spying on him, then it wouldn't be the last message he would get. He then walked to grab kiwis, and a few peaches.

❝ Are you planning to make a fruit salad ? ❞ Today. 3:44 pm.

« Shut up, asshole. » He groaned, reading the new message.

❝ There, don't be so rude. ❞ Today. 3:44 pm.

« And you can even hear me ? Perfect. Know that if I ever find your fucking identity, I'll rip you. Whoever you are, I'll kill you. »

The black haired's tone was angry. Almost frightening. And people around him were getting scared of the black aura surrounding Jungkook.

❝ Don't talk like that in public, it's shameful. You're risking being discovered, little JK. And, don't talk for nothing, from where I stand I can't hear you anymore. ❞ Today. 3:45 pm.

The killer felt anger rushing through his veins. It was tempting, to break that person who was clearly fucking with him. Bananas in hand, he weighed them and stick the tag on the plastic bag. He put the new things in his bag and he went towards the vegetables, looking irritated. He grabbed a bit of everything. The young man liked variety and Taehyung cooked so well that he wanted to buy him everything.

❝ Ah no, are you making soup ? Tell me, will you invite me to this dinner ? I feel like it will be well cooked. ❞ Today. 3:50 pm.

« If I ever find this person, I'll fucking kill them. » He whispered, eyes dark.

And something hit him. Why did this person think about someone who knew how to cook ? Jungkook wondered, if this was only a coincidence or on the contrary, not at all. Determined to leave the place as quickly as possible, Jungkook continued his shopping. A bit of sugar, noodles, meat and fish too. He added a pack of beer, in case he would have another night with Hoseok. Without much hesitation, Jungkook went to grab new shower gel and soaps. Then, as the aisle wasn't far, the black haired walked by the condom compartment.

« How many do I have left at home ? Three ? I can still buy another box. » The killer talked to himself.

Quickly, Jungkook grabbed a box of condom. At least, he would be fine for some time.

 ❝ Active dick ? ❞ Today. 4:06 pm.

❝ But tell me, what do you fuck ? ❞ Today. 4:06 pm.

❝ Whores ? ❞ Today. 4:06 pm.

❝ Or... Should I say, a whore ? ❞ Today. 4:07 pm.

The more Jungkook received those messages, the more he wanted to break something. What pissed him off even more, was the fact that this person was sending him messages with a private number. So it was impossible for Jungkook to reply. And private number means someone who knows at least a little about computing.

❝ That whore, I know who they are. ❞ Today. 4:07 pm.

« Fuck ! Shut up ! » He suddenly yelled, alone in the aisle.

He started turning his head to the right, to the left, behind him too. But nothing. No one was here. And that pissed him off so bad, that he had trouble keeping it to himself.

❝ Hush, don't scream like that. ❞ Today. 4:08 pm.

❝ That whore is actually, a guy. ❞ Today. 4:08 pm.

❝ Tell me, does he suck you good ? ❞ Today. 4:08 pm.

Revolted by his powerlessness, Jungkook left the aisle, really angry. That guy or woman, was going to pay for it. Laughing at him like that, was pissing him off.

❝ Is Kim Taehyung a good slut ? ❞

That was the last straw. Jungkook was really close to destroy something or someone. That fucking person apparently knew that the black haired was keeping the hazel haired at his house. Adding to that, they weren't respectful towards Taehyung. Once more, Jungkook tried to canalize his growing hatred. He went to the checkout after ten minutes. Without it being voluntary, he had been cold towards the cashier. But he was way too angry to control his attitude. He knew deep inside him that he shouldn't give in to this spy's mockery. Jungkook had patience, and was cold-blooded too but now, that was too much.

With the things he had brought, the killer still needed to wander in the mall to buy clothes and books for Taehyung. He walked, trying to look for a good shop, jaw tightened. A shop caught his eyes, his favourite underwear brand. Taehyung had underwear but not enough. So he might as well start with that. But, as he stepped in the shop, his phone vibrated again.

❝ Naughty boy, I see that you're undertaking things. The briefs are obviously for you. And for the whore, what are you buying ? Pretty lacy thong ? I'm sure he'll like it. ❞ Today. 4:26 pm.

Jungkook breathed in and out deeply. Keep calm and stay unbothered, that's what he needed to do. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle another second, and he would go home, instead of killing an innocent person, letting his anger get the best of him and rush through his veins.

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Chapter 14 !

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