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So instead of reading the whole book again to remember what happened, here's a little summary:

Jungkook is a mafia leader, who has been hunted by someone named Cupid.

Jimin is his hired assassin, who has a reputation of being a heartless and just a monster.

Jungkook has a 'lover' and it's Hoseok with his right hand man being Yoongi.

Jin is buddies with Jimin but no one knows about him. Anyways they went to the city to go to a club that Cupid is hosting, and RM gave them an invitation to it.

They went to the first day of the club, met Taehyung, he granted them access to see Cupid since he's the right hand man.

Jikook went down trip memory lane about their pasts after Jimin manipulated Jungkook into killing someone; Jungkook has a kid like son who disappeared from his life, and Jimin had someone special who killed himself just so he can be safe.

Fast forwarding, Jikook had rough sex.

Now they're going to see Cupid.

Caught up? Yay!

I hope this helped haha

Let's get it!!!

The music is just as loud as it was in the previous night the pair has been here, but perhaps there's more couples. More guards. More louder music and even the decorations feverishly scattered to set a lewd tone to the already lustful club. It's obvious that the intention was to make it seem as a loving environment for Cupid's desire, but that's something that neither Jungkook or Jimin were feeling at the moment.

Coated with anticipation and rapid nerves, they stood amongst the intoxicated people in the club. Maybe they did take a drink or two of some alcohol but that was it, wanting to appear as though they're fitting.

Meanwhile Jimin has kept his eyes peered all over the area, making sure Jungkook is in no danger zone to get his brains exploded by a bullet that would skid through the air out of no where.

They're being watched, that much he knows for sure.

"There's a lot more people here," Jungkook mutters as he scans the area with his gaze, "Don't think they would be so reckless."

Jimin hums, still keeping a close eye on everyone while still appearing relaxed. Yet Jungkook still noticed his intensity as they wait for Taehyung, so he puts a hand on his shoulders.

"Hey relax-"

"Get your hand off my body."

Okay no physical contact, great.

The ravenette instantly retreats his hand, feeling a little hurt to Jimin's tone on him but didn't take it too personal. He's on work duty right now, there's no room for distractions, whatever it may be.

But truth is, Jimin has been more like this since this morning; On edge, heartless than to what Jungkook would expect upon waking up to what they did the night before. Not like he's one to gain feelings so easily over a sexual night but.... Never mind.

He didn't know what to expect.

Jimin is a man of zero strings attached, and that's something Jungkook has to learn to start detaching himself from.

Even though it's far too late for that.

"Enjoying the scene?"

Jimin immediately stands close to Jungkook the second he heard this voice, but relaxes slightly when the familiar handsome man approaches them with a sly smirk. He's not dressed with so much revealing clothes as he was the night before, more so patched up as though he's ready to fight like how he was after he changed.

Subconsciously Jeongguk's eyes raked his body, twitching a grin to the sexiness this man oozes by his manliness.

Can anyone blame him really?

A forced smile makes it way to the ravenette lips, "Would enjoy it more if I spoke with Cupid."

This made Taehyung grin, forcing Jimin to send a side eye to him cautiously, before the blonde haired male grabs a shot glass from the bar and gulps it down easily, exhaling a breathless grunt, "Great, now lets get to-"

Abruptly Taehyung's lower back is pinned against the bar counter, followed by a monotone Jimin glaring into his eyes as he presses a knife against his neck.

Jungkook's breath hitches, looking around immediately to see if anyone is seeing this to watch Jimin's back.

Meanwhile Taehyung didn't flinch, let alone twitch a muscle by the knife digging his skin. He only narrows his hooded eyes when the corner of Jimin's lips twitches upward, perking a chuckle.

"If this is a trap to kill Jungkook," Jimin breathes with a raspy tone, leaning towards Taehyung's face with lips caressing his cheekbone, "You will be the first one who I make sure tastes his own lung in his mouth by my bare hands ripping it out. Ha, I promise you'll look more prettier. Jungkook is mine, only mine, got it?"

It wasn't Jimin's words or even the fact that he has him on knife pointed that made Taehyung break a sweat with the slightest hesitation to the man.

It was Jimin's chaotic smile that formed wider and wider as he fascinated himself to his imagination, growing excited that he even jumped a little with the knife pinning itself more to Taehyung's skin. Jungkook watches this in anticipation silently, but with his own grin to the little pride he has inside him to the sight.

One dedicated bodyguard for sure.

A fucking lunatic for sure but he gets the job done.

Taehyung gulps thickly, wincing a little to the way the knife pierces his skin but he manages to give a short nod, "Understood."

Nothing more was said after that, but Jimin made sure his words were engraved in Taehyung's head when he lets him go, flashing a pretty smile before putting the knife away and waving a hand to the way for the male to the lead.

Without another word, Taehyung quickly got to it while Jimin moves behind Jungkook with a hand to the end of his back, making sure he's easily graspable in case this is a trap. This is going by way to easily and smoothly, that's something not only Jimin finds suspicious but Jungkook too.

Whoever this Cupid guy is definitely has something planned underneath his sleeve.

Either that or he really wants to talk business before piercing a bullet through Jungkook's forehead.

Whatever it is, Jimin is ready.

Moving through the bodies of the club, the three men didn't mind shoving a few people aside or perhaps knocking a couple down just to reach the black thick curtains to the corner of the club. From there Jimin was glued to Jungkook's side, eyes peered with his defenses up to the dim room.

There's little to no people here, perhaps a few buff men for security purposes, with the room close to empty. It's an entirely wooden room, seeming like those old fashion offices with the thick scent of smoke and alcohol. No windows anywhere, just faint ceiling lamps that doesn't do justice to give lightt

Only with a throne like chair to the end of the room, empty, awaiting for its master to take its possession.

Taehyung motioned them to stop just a few feet away from it, "I'll get hi-"

"Better start working those vocal pipes sweetheart," Jimin snarls, keeping an eye to the buff men in the room, "You're not leaving my sight."

Jungkook gulps to the threatening tone in Jimin's voice, finding it hard to even think a proper thought correctly by how tense the environment feels.

Even though Jimin and Jungkook should be the ones obeying orders from Taehyung, Jimin seems to have the complete upper hand to whatever is going to happen and how it will.

That just shows his power.

The fear.

The psychopath many people are afraid of.

He can manipulate any situation to his own according, and succeed.

That thought alone makes Jungkook feel a safe, knowing that as long as he's beside Jimin, it won't be easy for something bad to happen to him.

Taehyung huffs annoyedly, evidently rolling his eyes before clearing his throat obnoxiously so Jimin can hear, "Cupid! Your guest are here!"

Jimin tried not to smirk.

Moments of silence passes by, but in a faint distance they all heard it.

Footsteps.

It was slow, mellow, but firm steps that came from the other pair of curtains to the side of the room.

Nervously Jungkook rubs his hands against his pants, not sure how to feel upon facing the person who's been hunting his ass for such a long time. This is literally his moment to know why the fuck they're after his ass in the first place.

For an explanation.

And then Jimin can do whatever he wants after that.

Suddenly Jungkook's thoughts were disturbed when the curtains moved, followed by a buff man coming out as a security before holding the curtain.

And Jungkook's heart dropped to his knees.

No....

No- What the fuck!

Jimin's breath suddenly hitched, lips coiling in a scowl before he glances at Jungkook to see his reaction while reaching a hand to his pocket, caressing the knife with his finger to be ready. But Jungkook can't even process thoughts or emotions right now as his eyes follows the male stepping on the hard wooden floor before taking his seat on the throne like chair.

When his eyes met Jungkook's horrified gazed, there's nothing Jungkook can tell himself to convince his conscious that this is a dream.

This is real.

This is fucking real.

Cupid....

Cupid is -

"Hoseok?"

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A/N:

It's been soooooooooooo long!!!

How are we doing?!?!

I know it's been so long since I've updated this story and I am so sorry for it. I had to go on a hiatus for a bit in order to regain my motivation, but thankfully I got it back!!!

Now who expected Cupid to be Hoseok? Haha I kinda gave a hint that it's him based on the name, connecting it to my other book Subject X too haha

So who's ready to see psycho Jimin?

Lets end this story strong!!

I PURPLE YOU! <333