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Episode 8

"What the f**k do you want?" Jungkook's tone was acrimonious. It had to be that way. If he wasn't a d**k all the time no one would take him seriously, plus being a d**k was just part of his personality.

"You f*****g forgot." Seokjin bit through the line.

"I didn't f*****g forget I just didn't f*****g feel like going. I have other more important s**t to do." Jungkook nearly growled. He didn't have time for this useless conversation.

"You can't just not go because you don't f*****g feel like it. This is important. They're getting fed up with your bull." He retorted just as aggressively.Something struck a chord in the ravenette and he could feel the monster in him exploding through his calm façade

."I don't give a s**t. I'm busy. I'm in f*****g charge of them which means they're not done until I say they're f*****g done. You tell them to shut the f**k up or I'll break their damn skulls with my f*****g hands. They'll be f*****g in for it when I get back. Once a-f*****g-gain, I'm busy."

"No, you're f*****g whipped." Seokjin hung the phone up before Jungkook could give him an earful of his bull crap.He was not whipped. Jeon Jungkook does not get

whipped. He.Could.Not.Be.Whipped.

Jungkook came to the conclusion that he

was just really intrigued. He'd never seen someone stick up for such a piece of s**t, like Kellin, in his life before.Kellin was an asshole and he's so f*****g glad he popped his head off his neck. It may sound f****d up but that vermin deserved the s**t that got thrown his way.

And somehow, Jungkook had come up with this idea, in his malevolent mind, that if Taehyung could stick up for crap like Kellin, then maybe one day he might want to stick up for crap like him.

"Taehyung, please get the door." Mrs. Kim mother practically commanded. The blonde had been silent since yesterday, all through last night, and this evening. He didn't even have the heart to complain about his mother’s s**t cooking. He sighed, he hadn't even realized the bell had rung until she told him to get the door. Taehyung's movements were robotic and zombie-like and his mind was foggy and clouded. He wasn't even thinking right. He flung the door open and his thoughts were in right front of him. The man who haunted him was there and Taehyung was so frozen he couldn't even scream. His perfectly sculpted jawline and his brown eyes were in front of him and he didn't know what to do. Scream? Run? Cry? Taehyung didn't think the stranger would be bold enough to knock on his door. He meant, he lived with his parents, was he planning to kill them all? "Son, who is at the door? Don't be rude, invite them in." She scolded. If there was one thing Taehyung was sure of, it was that he wasn't going to do it, he was not going to let this man near his family. He was a murderer, a killer. Taehyung heard his mother's hurried footsteps towards them. Don't mom, don't let him in. "Hello." She greeted cheerily. "Hello ma'am." He smiled at her. "Is this the right address?" He showed her the address scribbled in the sticker on the bottom of the coat. "Yes, it is." She said leaning down to read it. "Then I believe this is yours." The ravenette said and stuck the coat out in front of them. Taehyung knew he had to get him to leave he was just not sure if he wanted to say anything but before he could stop himself he was shoving him out the door. "Yes that's mine." Taehyung grabbed it, careful not to touch him. "Thank you for returning it, bye." He began closing the door and his mother’s arm reached out to stop him. "Taehyung, don't be rude." His mother snapped. She turned back to the monster of a man in front of the both of them. "It was very kind of you to return it.... I'm sorry, your name is?" Her tone was so sugary sweet it was nauseating. "Oh I'm sorry, it's Jungkook." So that's his name? Or was he lying? The blondie didn't trust a word he said. Mrs. Kim introduced herself and Taehyung was too concerned to even listen to her. Jungkook reached his hand out to her and Taehyung nearly slapped it away, but he knew better. If he did that, if he screwed up whatever plan Jungkook had conjured up to f**k with his mind, he didn't know what he'd do to him or his family. That's what Jungkook was doing right? He was just f*****g with Taehyung's mind? That's what he was doing after he killed Kellin, right? He was just tormenting him, right? "Where did you find my son's coat?" Mrs. Kim asked suddenly intrigued. "I found it on a bench and there was a coat tag inside so I just figured I would drop it off." Jungkook continued to act like a normal person and it bothered Taehyung because he knew he wasn't. He was lying. He was insane. He was a killer. "Thank you so much." His mother said in an appreciative tone. "Oh it was no problem. Your neighborhood is on my way home anyway." Jungkook continued to act all humble and s**t. But the blondie knew what he was, he was just a fucker, an absolute fucker. "See Taehyung, I told you filling in the coat tag was sensible." His mother reprimanded him. Taehyung shook his head, almost in horror. This wasn't good. "Can I invite you in, Jungkook? We just made cupcakes." Mom shut the f**k up. He is not what he seems. Don't let him in. "Oh no ma'am, that's quite alright but thank you for the offer." Yes, please leave. "I insist." Mrs. Kim replied immediately. "No." Taehyung interjected, surprised by his own input. The glower his mother sent towards him at that was bone rattling. "I mean, um, sorry. I'm just gonna.... sorry." Taehyung turned away from his mother and Jungkook, embarrassed of himself.