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Jungkook used to think that he was strong. But he was sorely mistaken.

Strength comes from enduring hardships, from being able to rise above challenges and tribulations. Strength, as they say, grows in moments when you think you can't go on but you keep going anyway.

Well, Jungkook has found himself stagnant. Tired. Empty.

He isn't strong. He's just... tired.

Jungkook gently closes the door to his bathroom, small in his apartment he shares with his drunkard of a father, affordable for their place in society. He has a few months left to graduate college, maybe get into a good job and earn a bit more money to move to a better city, a better life— but he finds himself not wanting any of those at all. 

He used to. But not anymore.

Now, what was once days where he pushed himself each day to ignore the talks behind his back, the obvious distancing of people from him, the feeling of detachment from social circles and being the killjoy, the boring one, the weirdo, the drunkard's son— have all been thoroughly replaced with days of emptiness and indifference.

Jungkook never indulged himself in pleasure— didn't drown himself in alcohol or seek the skins and body heat of other people. He thought he didn't deserve to feel good when all he felt was disgust.

Feeling good, feeling happy is for people who deserve it.

And Jungkook thinks he doesn't deserve any of it.

He's alone. All alone in a world full of people. He hates himself for feeling this way— for being selfish.

It's been almost two years of swinging back and forth. First, it was just restless nights and difficulty sleeping, but then that affected his performance in university and school became harder— he started missing classes which eventually escalated to him just skipping them altogether, refusing to step one foot away from his bed. Then, eating became a chore. Taking care of himself became a burden. His thoughts became heavy and cold and distant— he felt nothing.

And he really hated it. 

Then, five months ago, he started hurting himself. It wasn't much at first, just pinching the inside of his wrists or elbows, inconspicuous places that wouldn't garner much attention from his neighbors. But then that didn't feel enough— he needed more pain— he needed to feel more.

That's when the small razor blades came, initially tracing little lines across his wrist— the initial sting was like a jolt of electricity and Jungkook gasped at the sensation, the feeling of being able to feel. 

So he kept doing it.

Again and again and again and again.

That was about a month ago.

Now, he's standing in front of his bathroom mirror, pale with dark-rimmed eyes, clothes too baggy on him as he lost so much weight. He felt like standing on his own two feet was a herculean task on its own. His hand hovers to the metal blade ceremoniously placed beside the faucet, a quick and easy location to find. He picks it up, caresses the side carefully between his fingers and looks at himself again.

He hated it. He hated everything. He hated this life. He hated himself.

He looks down at himself before moving to his small bathtub, turns on the faucet to let the water run and fill it up to the brim. He places the blade atop an empty soap dish nearby and gently takes off his clothes. He folds them neatly and places them on the toilet seat. With shaky and uncoordinated legs, he climbs in the tub, watches the water pour past the edges and onto the tiled floors with light splashes. 

He sinks down, rests his head at the edge of the tub, relaxes his taut body and muscles. He takes in a deep breath, shudders and allows himself to choke out a weak sob. He brings a hand up and wipes the unshed tears from his eyes before moving to the metal blade on the soap dish. He can't back out now.

He's done this many times, all of which were never deep enough to be life threatening.

But now—

He sucks in a breath and brings the blade to his skin, aware of the previous scars already littered all over his wrists.

And yet, here he is— adding a new and final one to the collection.

He swipes, almost agonizingly slow and deep, doesn't make a sound as he hurts himself. The pain is there, even more so when cold water brushes against the open wound. The red stains the tub and the water, gradually so.

He cuts himself again.

More blood pours out.

And again.

The blood is pouring, drenching the side of the tub and all the way to the tiled floor.

His hand shakes, his breaths become ragged as he moves the blade to his other hand and repeats the motion on his opposite wrist.

The water is red now.

He doesn't register when he drops the metal blade onto the tiled floor, only remembers feeling his whole body go numb, his skin cold and his breath shallow before his eyes finally, finally rest.

That was how Kim Taehyung found him— a lone hitman, a job he had to do, really. Tonight, he was hired to ruffle up and maybe mess with the son of a man who owed his client some money. He expected to see some low-life, helpless drug addict probably half pissing and shitting on himself the moment Taehyung points his shiny gun in between his eyes.

Instead, he's greeted by an empty apartment except for the light peeking from the bathroom door. His mouth is a firm line as he clutches the gun tucked behind him. He's got quick hands and having to threaten someone when they're at their most vulnerable state doesn't sound like bad idea either.

The moment he opens the door however, every muscle in his body goes lax as his eyes hungrily drink at the sight of so much red.

And in that sea of red was a beautiful, pale, young man whose wrists bear the source of all that blood—

Taehyung licks his lips.

The young man is naked, eyes closed in peaceful slumber and chapped lips parted as if to breathe his last.

Well, not on Taehyung's watch.

Not when he's found something more valuable than a bagful of expendable cash for the job.

He moves methodically, crosses the bloody bathroom floor to shut the faucet off and grabs at the towels over the cabinets above, immediately applying hard pressure on the wounds on the man's wrists. Taehyung moves his other arm to lift the limp body up, feels the black curls of the younger male wetting his coat but hell does that matter.

"You're not dying yet, pretty." Taehyung smirks, drinking in the sight of his fallen angel drowning in his own bloody waters. "Not on my watch."

And when Jungkook eventually wakes up in the hospital, it's to the sight of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. The man, Kim Taehyung, discloses him some things about himself to Jungkook that shouldn't sound so normal to him but it strangely does.

Contracts. Killing. Drugs. Murder. All red flags. In short, he was dangerous.

The man, Kim Taehyung, was like a beautiful amalgamation of violence and sex and Jungkook suddenly, without warning, grew the desire— the want— to be with this man. There's a rush of energy that thrums in his entire body, an energy that almost drives him over the edge.

When was the last time he's felt so hungry and thirsty for someone? To want someone so bad?

Jungkook cries that time, tears streaming down his cheeks at the glorious revelation that he isn't dead and empty— that he was alive— and that he was alive because of Kim Taehyung.

He should be embarrassed, crying in front of a total stranger like a baby, but he doesn't. The vulnerability he shows doesn't warrant any shame from him and it's like a breath of fresh air for him— especially when he hears what sounded like a soft groan come from the elder's mouth.

Was he... turned on by Jungkook's tears?

Jungkook had the audacity to smile coyly at the thought and Taehyung grew impatient as he leaned forward towards his space.

That was their first meeting.

That was also their first kiss.

The next time Jungkook cries in front of Taehyung is when he's writhing underneath the man, hands gripping at the cotton sheets as he surrenders his body to the elder. They had been floating in this unlabeled relationship for some time, only reaching a breaking point when, in one job where they were hired to shake down some drug dealer's den, Taehyung was injured. 

It wasn't serious, hell, there were worse occasions where the elder nearly lost a limb, but the sight of Taehyung's bleeding shoulder, the hiss and pain on the elder's face, sent Jungkook out on a sudden frenzy.

His gun was lost back then, didn't have a weapon to use other than the small knife that's secretly tucked in his belt. He leaves Taehyung's side that moment, the elder's voice a muffled sound as the blood rushes to his head, the manic energy breaking through his muscles, his vessels, his skin. He pulls the knife out and swings, hacks, slices, cuts, stabs and rips apart anyone in his way.

By the end of the night, he's drenched in blood, his leather jacket was thrown off of his body at some point and he's left in his black shirt, tightly fit on his body. His breaths are ragged and he turns his head to look back to where he had left Taehyung, still on the floor, hand clutching his shoulder with eyes filled with nothing but adoration and lust.

Ah.

Jungkook thinks with a laugh as he smiles, almost serenely at the elder.

I love him.

When they get back to their hide out— some old motel nearby, ideal for stalking and staking out their target— Taehyung hands the floored and fear-stricken lady behind the counter a wad of cash for silence as they walk towards their room. There, Taehyung doesn't waste any time as he pushes Jungkook against the wall, nipping at his bottom lip before driving his tongue inside. Jungkook groans, hands reaching up to cup the elder's cheeks, tracing the sharp edges of his jaw and moans long and drawn out as the elder shuffles to unbuckle his belt, hurriedly pushing away the younger male's clothes till his pants are but a puddle on the floor.

"Fuck," Taehyung growls in Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Fuck," Jungkook echoes before he throws his head back, pulls his shirt up as he feels Taehyung trace a hand up, shaping his torso like a reverent follower. "Fuck me."

"Oh, I will." Taehyung's voice drops an octave lower and Jungkook swears he feels everything of him grow wetter at the sound. "I will, pretty. I'll fuck you. So. Good."

Jungkook breathes out whimpers, his forearms resting on Taehyung's shoulders as his hands reach to tug at the elder's hair. "Yes—" He lifts one leg up, hooks it over Taehyung's arm.

The elder presses closer and thank heavens Jungkook's flexible as fuck otherwise this position would've hurt like hell. The younger male laughs at the thought as he pulls his black shirt off, throwing it to the side. There's something very powerful about having Taehyung still fully dressed and him being completely naked. It's making Jungkook see stars at being so vulnerable and exposed for this man— this otherwordly being in front of him he regards as nothing short of his savior— his god, even.

"What's so funny, gorgeous?" Taehyung smiles as he nips at Jungkook's earlobe before licking down to latch onto his neck, sucking harshly to leave lasting marks. Marks of ownership. Jungkook bucks his hips at the thought.

"Nn— Nothing," Jungkook shudders and smirks, shifting his head to rest on Taehyung's shoulder to lean close to one ear, licking at the shell before panting a soft whisper, "Daddy."

The elder stills.

Jungkook is close to thinking that he'd made a very big, very fucking big, mistake. Perhaps the elder didn't appreciate that kind of kink— probably thought it was corny as hell. Jungkook swallows nervously at the silence.

Then, Taehyung moves back, like a black panther in the night, every muscle languidly moving with so much fluidity and grace, Jungkook gets a whiplash.

The younger male sucks a sharp breath at the look on the elder's eyes and— oh.

It wasn't a mistake.

"What was that?" Taehyung smirks, eyes a dangerous shade of brown—  crave, hunger, thirst— The grip of the elder's hand on his thigh tightens like a snake coiling around its prey for the kill. 

"O-Oh," Jungkook moans, cheeks growing hot at the way he's being undressed once more, this time with the elder's eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby." Taehyung leans forward, but not close enough to let Jungkook kiss him. The whine he gets makes his smile grow wider, "Use your words, beautiful."

"Daddy," Jungkook moans, "You like it, don't you? Like being in control like this?"

Taehyung growls, pushes hard until Jungkook's back hits the wall with a thud once more and kisses him, all tongue and teeth. "Baby knows daddy so well, doesn't he?"

Jungkook moans, body thrumming in excitement as he pushes himself closer, his hard cock rubbing against Taehyung's clothes. He bucks once and Taehyung responds by pressing his entire body closer, trapping the younger male further into the wall.

"Touch yourself." Taehyung orders, bringing his mouth onto Jungkook's collarbone. "Show me how you touch yourself."

Jungkook obeys instantly, simply because he really wants to. He wants to show his daddy how good he is. He fumbles to reach for his cock and pumps it, almost too excitedly. He lets out gasps of "fuck" and "shit", hand sliding up the shaft, squeezing the tip only to bring it back down to the base.

"Good boy." Taehyung coos, chuckling at the guttural groan that escapes Jungkook's lips. "Look at you, giving daddy a good show."

Jungkook hums, "I—" He moves his own hand to his mouth, wets his fingers lewdly before bringing it down to his own chest, tracing the shape of his refined pectorals, his palm rotating the nipple there. He doesn't miss the way Taehyung traces after the movement. "I can do better." He whispers as he moves his other hand down along his waist, his hip before sneaking back towards his ass.

Then, his muscles tighten as he slips a finger inside his asshole.

Taehyung curses.

Jungkook's other hand is still rubbing at his cock and now his other hand is digging deeper into his own asshole. All while Taehyung— his Taehyung— is watching him intently. 

The attention is too much.

"That's it." Taehyung pants, almost strained as if he was running a marathon. Faintly, Jungkook hears the sound of a belt unbuckling and the rustling of clothes. He peeks his eyes open, didn't realize when he had closed them, to see the elder pulling out the cock tucked in his pants, pumping himself as well.

The first thing Jungkook does is lick his lips to say, "God, you're huge."

Taehyung grins, "For you, baby."

"Oh, fuck." Jungkook groans, another finger slipping in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck— that's hot—"

"You'd like it, won't you?" Taehyung presses closer till his own dick is flushed against Jungkook's and the younger male stutters, almost choking in his own spit. "Want this inside you? Mess you up?"

"Mess me—" Jungkook drawls, "Make a mess out of me, daddy— please—"

Taehyung pulls him away from the wall and unceremoniously throws him to the old, creaky bed. Jungkook manages to shake off the initial shock of being manhandled like that (not that he was complaining) to look at what Taehyung was doing.

He moans, pleased, as his hand once more finds itself crawling in between his legs to prod inside his asshole again, touching himself to the sight to Taehyung stripping off his coat, the black tie and white shirt he's always wearing because nobody second guesses a man dressed smartly, as what the elder had told him once.

"Like what you see?" Taehyung asks, looming over the younger male, hand stroking his own cock. Jungkook mewls.

"Do you?"

Taehyung smirks before he climbs onto the bed. "Oh, I do." He says, hands roughly spreading Jungkook's legs to accommodate him, "I really do, baby."

"Mm," Jungkook looks to the side, displaying his neck and quickly latches a hand onto the back of Taehyung's neck as the elder kisses the presented skin.

"You're good to me." Taehyung whispers and Jungkook trembles.

"Oh," He breathes, "Just fuck me already."

Taehyung didn't need to be told twice.

Jungkook's first time with Taehyung was pleasure and lust hand in hand and felt nothing short of euphoric. It didn't help that Taehyung was so sure of himself, so cock-centered. Confidently pushing into him as casually as if he was pushing in his finger.

Taehyung was a confident bastard and he made sure Jungkook knew that with the sure strength of his hips as they pressed against him, forcing him to press back— with Taehyung, Jungkook was pulled along to the edge of ecstasy only to be pulled back ever so gently, and back and forth and back and forth, again and again. 

The bed creaks loudly at their movements, the headboard banging against the wall. They don't care though. Too busy drowning in each other's bodies.

Taehyung rolls his hips and Jungkook meets him in the middle, his breath becoming short, gasping. 

"Fuck," Taehyung grunts, bracing his hands onto Jungkook's waist before sliding them down to hold under his knees, pushing his legs up till they rested on his shoulders, folding the younger male in half and inadvertently driving himself deeper.

"Oh," Jungkook breathes, "That's— That's amazing— That's good. So fucking good."

Taehyung chuckles, a breathless sort of gasp of air as he pushes and pulls, twists his head to kiss at Jungkook's leg.

When he comes, it downs them both. They crumble like sand against the waves.

That night— was one of the best of many nights to come.

The word 'love' never left their lips until much later, when in one job that required covert actions, Taehyung had to sit through Jungkook dangerously flirting with their target— an elderly man with a penchant for young, black haired, fit and lonely males.

They were in a classy bar and Jungkook had slipped himself into the drug lord's circle easily simply by shaking his hips and dancing sensually under the flashing neon lights and dimmed atmosphere the target frequented.

It didn't take long for one bulky bodyguard to approach him, whispering something by his ear which Taehyung overhears through Jungkook's hidden earpiece as well and, in the confines of the hotel room he'd secluded himself in to act as surveillance, grips at his fist tight to the point his knuckles were turning white.

'Boss wants to see you.'

'Does he now?' Jungkook's voice is huskier, more sultry and it's a voice Taehyung has only ever heard whispered against his ear when they're both in bed.

The elder bites his lip. Control. He needs to control.

Jungkook finds himself squeezing in the man’s private couch, landing right beside the plump old drug lord with small beady eyes scanning Jungkook up and down like an inmate devouring his last meal. Jungkook pushes a few strands of his black hair, tucking them behind his ear. He knows he looks good— Taehyung's deep throated, steaming hot kiss before he left the room was proof of that. He had dressed himself in a loose white wifebeater, the collar a low v-cut to expose smooth collarbones and the glimpse of his chest, the arm holes were big and loose enough to show his sides. This was matched with a shiny leather jacket. His pants were a run-down denim, torn at meaningful places to expose his good points— his thighs, especially. 

Jungkook crosses his legs, stretching one tear wide enough to reveal the skin and a thick thigh. The target licks his lips.

"What would you like to order, pretty thing?" The drug lord reaches an arm out, resting it against the couch's headrest behind Jungkook.

"Hmm," Jungkook juts his lips out and the sparkly, pink lip gloss causes the drug lord to shift in his place. "I heard the Raspberry Daiquiri is to die for here."

"You got it, baby boy." The drug lord waves a hand and the bartender nearby immediately rushes to fix the drink. "Now, why haven't I seen you around here before? With someone of your looks, I wouldn't miss wherever I looked, not on my watch."

Jungkook smiles coyly, "Well, maybe you weren't looking hard enough."

The man lets out a strangled noise, an ugly way of moaning in his throat.

The drink slides quietly towards Jungkook's place. He takes it with dainty fingers and takes a sip.

"How is it? You like it?"

Jungkook licks at his lips, tasting the white rum and raspberries hitting his tongue. "Mm, s'good. I guess."

"Not to your liking? We can always order something else—" 

Jungkook places the drink on the table and leans toward the man, shoulder brushing against his side. Jungkook looks him through carefully curled lashes. "Is buying me a drink all you have planned for me tonight?"

The man offers him a nervous smile before it slowly morphs into that of excitement. "Oh, oh— you're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"I aim to surprise."

"Really— then you have more surprises for me?"

"Maybe," Jungkook reaches out to trace little patterns on the man's thigh with his fingers. "Care to find out?"

And that's how Jungkook finds himself in the man's private hotel room, eyes quickly scanning the room for the information their client needed. As soon as he gets it, his knife is going straight into this man's head.

The man is in the bathroom, drawling on about getting ready for their night together. Jungkook reaches for his earpiece and whispers, "Taehyung—"

A grunt is all he gets. Jungkook blinks.

"I'm in the room. I don't see anything noteworthy. There doesn't seem to be a computer or laptop and he doesn't have a cellphone with him."

"Really." Taehyung's flat tone makes Jungkook blink again. "And how do you know that?"

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at the tone but dismisses it. Perhaps Taehyung's just pissed he's not getting as much action as he is. "Had a quick feel up on the guy while we were in the elevator. He was getting touchy so I had to reciprocate."

Taehyung grunts again. Jungkook furrows his brows.

"What is it?" He asks and Taehyung clicks his tongue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." A pause. "Check those inconspicuous places, it's probably a flash drive or something similar. He must've kept it hidden somewhere."

Jungkook looks back to the bathroom and begins sifting through the edges of the bed, goes through papers on the tables and checks inside cups and under cabinets.

Then, he reaches for the closet and opens it, sifts through the clothes before something drops onto the carpeted floor. A small macro-sized memory card falling from behind the pin on one of the man's suits. 

"Got it." Jungkook says, picking it up.

"Good." Taehyung says. "Now, get out of the way."

"What?" Jungkook blinks before the bathroom door opens and the man is in a loose robe, grinning perversely at the younger male in front of him.

"What's this? Couldn't wait for me, baby boy?" The man asks and freezes as he sees his closet door open and at the memory card in Jungkook's hand. "You—"

Jungkook tsks, reaches for his knife tucked in his back belt hoop only to be interrupted when the window's glass suddenly shatters and a clean shot lands straight at the man's temple from the side.

The younger male takes a step back, shocked as the drug lord slumps and lands onto the carpeted floor, the head wound bleeding profusely and staining the material.

"Jungkook." Taehyung's voice is like static in his ear and Jungkook turns to the window where across from where he was, stood the hotel where Taehyung was staying. The room wasn't lit up— of course, Taehyung was a professional and he wasn't about to give out his location by turning on his lights.

"Taehyung." Jungkook breathes out, hand fisting the memory card in his grasp.

"Come here."

The next thing Jungkook realizes is that he is lying on the bed of the hotel room across the road, still in the dark with only the lights from the city and the moon illuminating the room from the window. He gulps as Taehyung rakes his eyes down all over his body, much like how their target had done earlier but this time, Jungkook's reaction is as sensitive as a single feeble thread. 

His whole body— doesn't feel like his own. His body feels like it's in Taehyung's entire control. 

He doesn't know what to think except that he knows, absolutely and without a doubt, knows that Taehyung is not happy.

"Taehyung—"

“You're a pretty one, aren't you, Jungkook?”

He stiffens in his place and watches carefully as Taehyung climbs on the bed, hovering over him, watches him lean down to brush his cheek against his, feels the warm breath tickling at his skin, chuckling softly against his neck as if scenting him. 

He shudders, the near-contact giving him whiplash. Taehyung is pissed as fuck but he's being so gentle. His hands tremble as they grip at his shirt, lips pressed firmly not wanting to let out even a tiny bit of sound, afraid of the consequences.

The elder hums, his warm breath giving Jungkook goosebumps as he brushes, almost teasingly, his lips against his nape. Jungkook jolts and presses his hands against Taehyung's chest but the elder doesn't budge.

Jungkook is being trapped.

"Mm," Taehyung's voice is low as he murmurs, almost appreciatively at Jungkook's innocent reactions. "The way you tremble— how cute." 

Jungkook doesn't readily admit that the whimper that he hears is his own. He pouts, looking up into the elder's teasing smirk, “What—“ He gets cut off as he attempts to distance himself from the elder.

“Don’t run away from me, pretty little thing.” Taehyung's voice is deep, sultry and causes Jungkook to whimper again in his place. It's funny how nobody else but Taehyung can make him sink into a space that lets him expose his vulnerable self.

Of course, that should make sense. His heart only beats for Taehyung at this point.

Jungkook blinks, falling silent as he trembles, the elder's hands unabashedly stroking his figure through his clothes. That's when he realizes Taehyung is still wearing the kidskin gloves he usually puts on when he uses his favorite sniper rifle. 

God. The feel of the leather at his skin is a whole new experience in itself.

He, almost instinctively, moves his head away to the side as the feel of the gloves graze against his warm skin, brushing up till fingertips touch his chest, then one hand ekes at his sternum. He parts his lips a little, soft gasps of air, quiet and shy, escaping him as he reaches up to grasp at the elder's wrists, make him stop, just so he can catch his breath and ask what the fuck is going on—

"Do you really want me to stop?"

Jungkook freezes at the question and, surprised, lets out a wanton moan as one of his nipples is harshly pinched between two fingers. Then, he feels a nip at his neck— the brush of lips and then the swipe of a wet and warm tongue. 

"No—" Jungkook struggles to say, hands trembling and poorly gripping at the elder's wrists. The other merely chuckles at his poor fight.

Wait— Jungkook thinks and opens his eyes, can't remember when he'd actually closed them. "Wait, Tae—"

"Hm?" Taehyung hums, now by his ear, breath ghosting and sending shivers down Jungkook's spine. His knees tremble and his legs gradually part themselves as he pants harder, louder and the moan that loudly erupts from the base of his throat is enough to make the heat coating his cheeks grow hotter.

Jungkook flinches, gasping as one of Taehyung's hands pause at his chest. He pants, looks at the contrast of colors between his white and colorful ensemble and the black kidksin glove— it makes him look cleaner than what he really should be. 

“How did it feel to be so wanted, Jungkook?” Taehyung whispers and Jungkook gasps at how close he is all of a sudden, feels him just a breath away by his cheek.

Taehyung chuckles and Jungkook shivers. 

“Mm... pretty. A pretty little thing, right? What was that? Baby boy, was it?”

Jungkook's eyes shoot to Taehyung and sees the way the elder's mouth frowns at the way the words roll out of his mouth, as if he was ready to spit it out. The younger male blinks for a few seconds before he huffs a breath.

Ah.

Jungkook flushes at the way the elder looks back at him and swears on his beating heart that there is something there— possessiveness, maybe? 

The younger male swallows a big gulp as he smiles coyly back at the elder, "Hyung," He traces up Taehyung's arms trapping him at the sides, until his hands rests on the elder's shoulders. "Are you— jealous?"

"Jealous?" Taehyung cocks an eyebrow, tilts his head curiously as if testing the word in his head, see if it matches and ticks off the boxes in his little criteria. "Mm. Yes— I believe that's the word for it."

Jungkook blushes.

"I got jealous." Taehyung growls. "Because you, Jeon Jungkook, belong to me and me alone."

Jungkook bucks his hips up at that revelation. "O-Oh—" He gasps. "Oh, yeah. Yes. Yes, I do. I'm yours hyung, only yours."

"Didn't seem that way back there." Taehyung hums.

Jungkook chuckles, cupping the elder's cheek. "Don't be like that, Taehyungie. I was working."

"We fool around when we're at work too."

"That was different." Jungkook says, jutting out his lip cutely. Taehyung grunts. "That had no feelings attached."

"Ah," Taehyung's eyes glint as he brings himself closer, nose brushing against Jungkook's. "So, does that mean there are feelings involved between you and I?"

Jungkook freezes. His breath is caught in his throat.

Taehyung smiles, warm and affectionate for all the blood that he has spilled over the years. He pecks a quick kiss to Jungkook's lips.

"What are these feelings, Jungkook?" He whispers against his mouth, "What do you feel?"

"I—"

The elder nudges his chin with his thumb and Jungkook's lips part on their own, pink and plump, a tiny glimpse of his tongue shyly peeking out. There's a deep groan before those deep eyes gentles out, taking in the vulnerability of the younger male before him— the surprise in his face, the tremble of his body, the weak whimpers escaping his beautifully pink lips. Taehyung hums, pleased. 

As if under his spell, Jungkook's gaze draws to his lips and he realizes, "O-Oh," He whispers, no power over the pull he was suddenly feeling. Then, the elder leans forward, taking his lips into his own again. Jungkook lets out another gasp.

The taste of Taehyung's lips was far more sweeter than he expected and when he lets out a weak moan, the elder draws him closer with a raspy groan. With a fierce hold, Taehyung cups the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin and kisses him deeper albeit gently, possessive in his touch. His fingers fan out, reaching to the hair touching his nape, the soft strands brushing against his skin.

Jungkook tilts his head back then and suddenly, his body molds into his like a puzzle piece finding the complete picture to fit into. He answers the elder with a groan and opening his mouth further, granting Taehyung more access, more consent to explore him.

Desire and lust licks its way through the elder, burning his body and then his inner conscience. He pulls back, dangerously slow, tongue sticking out to trace the younger male's bottom lip just before he distances himself. There's a string of saliva that hangs between them and Taehyung almost coos at the sight of Jungkook flushing hot pink at what had just transpired between them.

The elder feels his body tremble with a dangerous shudder, excited and heated. He grips Jungkook's arms and pushes him back, flat against the bed, his breathing almost ragged as he watches the younger male's doe eyes grow wide.

Jungkook tries to sit up but Taehyung is still hovering above him, trapping him. He moves one hand to press against his chest.

"Lie down." The elder muses, watches the way the younger male's legs squeeze together, trying to conceal something that was wholly obvious.

“But—“ Jungkook utters, hands pressing against the chest that’s above him, the elder looking down at him, curiously and innocently tilting his head in question at his panic, "Taehyung— I—"

"Oh, baby." Taehyung smiles, genuine and warm. He brushes his hand against Jungkook's cheek, knuckles brushing carefully against porcelain smooth skin. "I know."

"Y-You know?" 

"Your eyes are very expressive." Taehyung chuckles. Jungkook flushes a deep shade of red.

"Oh, fuck off—" He grunts as he pulls his arms to cover his eyes and half of his face. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Cute." Taehyung mutters, reaching over to pull his arms away. "I love you."

Jungkook gasps and whines, reaching to rest his arms on Taehyung's shoulders. "I love you too. I fucking love you, Kim Taehyung."

The elder lets out a soft chuckle, "Really," He hums and Jungkook hits him with very little force.

Taehyung rolls to land on his side, maneuvering Jungkook to rest on his own side, his back facing Taehyung's chest, bringing him flushed closed against him with his gloved hands unbuckling his pants and pushing them off.

"I've— always thought you were beautiful." Taehyung continues, lips brushing against Jungkook's nape as he slides his gloved hands along the dip of Jungkook's waist to the curve of his ass and then his thick thigh before returning back to his ass. "Even when I found you in more unfortunate circumstances back then."

"T-Tae—" Jungkook gasps out weakly. 

Taehyung brings his gloved fingers up back to Jungkook's mouth and silently, the younger male parts his lips and sucks the digits, feels the leather against his tongue and soaking the glove heavily. He just feels so wet all of a sudden.

Then, Taehyung brings his fingers down and burrows them between his ass. Jungkook buries his head on the sheets, moans as he feels Taehyung's index and middle fingers probe his insides, massaging the rim of muscle around his asshole. His mouth hangs open without a sound, just soft pants of warm air. Then, he pushes his fingers all the way in and Jungkook moans loud.

Taehyung knows his body inside and out by now and finds the bundle of sensitive nerve fibers without a minute to waste, brushing against it to which Jungkook arches his back instantaneously in response.

The elder pulls his fingers out to the first joint then smiles as he sinks them back inside Jungkook again, his other hand reaching to cup Jungkook's chin, angling his head back to press a sloppy kiss onto his mouth. 

"When I first saw you, resting in your bathtub with wrists bleeding like a crimson waterfall and waiting for death to come take you," He works his fingers in and out. Jungkook was sweating profusely and all while his legs part wider with great care. His ass wet and occasionally quivered at the digits pumping in and out of him. "I thought, Fuck, I want him."

"Hyung, s-stop—" Jungkook weakly cries out.

Taehyung is relentless. He pulls his fingers out without a moment's notice and suddenly, in one swift movement, rolls on top of Jungkook with his weight mostly through his elbows and forearms planting on either side of the younger male's head.

Jungkook was breathless beneath him and he reaches a hand down to stroke his own excited cock, his other hand moving to push the loose wifebeater up, revealing perk nipples and a chest littered with jewel-like beads of sweat.

"Taehyung—"

"Oh, Jungkook." Taehyung coos reverently. Jungkook's hand leaves his own cock to reach for Taehyung's pants, unzipping it to pull the elder's cock out, stroking it with a pleased smile on his face.

"Only want this." Jungkook mumbles, his hand circling around a nipple before pinching it. He keens, "O-Only want Taehyungie."

"Sweetheart—" Taehyung groans, as he spreads Jungkook's legs wider, enclosing his cock and Jungkook's hand in his own, guiding him into pumping faster and harder.

"Oh," Jungkook moans, his own cock twitching.

Taehyung releases his hold on his dick then and allows Jungkook to guide it in, trailing his fingers along the length, noting with interest the silky texture, right to the tip, which he stroked once more and then, moves his fingers back down before taking it and leading it to his waiting asshole.

Jungkook hums in delight at the gradual feel of the elder's cock sinking inside him, like a hand finding the perfect glove to fit in. He twists his hip a little to adjust and relaxes back on the bed, a silent cue for Taehyung to move, to act, to take control.

Taehyung begins his slow pace, savoring the soft moans and mewls of the younger male beneath him. Jungkook bucks his hips in response, meeting the elder's movements.

"Oh, you are perfect." Taehyung praises, "Thought so when we met back then too."

Jungkook lets out a long moan.

"Did you know, Jungkook? Didn't you know that you already had me right when you were about to leave this world?" 

"Fuck!" Jungkook cries, throwing his head back just as Taehyung suddenly pushes deeper, harder, rougher, picking up his pace from agonizingly slow to breathlessly quick. 

Jungkook rolls his hips back and Taehyung groans low in his throat, leaning down to kiss him, a spike of sensation between the two. The kiss is fast, dirty, hard, rough, deep, frantic, long and slow. They are tasting the lips, the mouth, the tongue. They are a mess, an absolute sexy mess.

Taehyung pulls back and back until he's sitting upright and brings Jungkook along with him. The younger male gets it. They're both like a well-oiled machine after all— built and meant to be together like this.

Jungkook straddles him, his hair falling over his face in soft curls, hanging forward and hiding part of his face, half of his eyes which he was holding open half-way. He was careful around Taehyung's cock, almost, for a brief moment, shy to welcome it.

Jungkook slides down, sheathing the cock in one delicious movement, both men letting out matching groans. Then, Jungkook reaches for his jeweled leather jacket and throws it aside before pulling the wifebeater off and over his head and throwing it away.

Taehyung presses himself forward, forcing Jungkook's chest and his nipples to rub at the texture of his clothes. The younger male stiffens at the contact and moans.

The elder drives himself harder into him and Jungkook whines with pleasure. Taehyung continues on, slowing himself until Jungkook throws his head back and begins rocking his hips back and forth until things got all twisted and hot inside and both their hearts burst.

Jungkook continues grinding down, even when his cock jerks painfully as white strips pour out staining his abdomen and Taehyung's clothes. He keeps on moving, knowing how Taehyung likes it when he can coat all of Jungkook's walls with his own fluids.

"Mm, baby—" Taehyung whispers, kissing his collarbones before reaching up to kiss his lips. "That's it. So good— so, so good for me."

"'M good," Jungkook slurs, rolling his head and his hips gyrate once and twice. "'M always going to be good for you."

"I know." Taehyung reaches to pat his hair, "I know, Jungkook. Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good."

"Mm," Jungkook smiles, leaning forward to kiss Taehyung. "I love you."

"'Love you." Taehyung whispers back into his mouth.

Jungkook falls asleep in Taehyung's arms, smiling at the realization that this man— his god— loves him. Loves him the way he does. Loves him the way he wants to own him. Loves him the way he had longed to be loved.

Jungkook dreams of a forever with Taehyung— and he's determined to make that happen no matter what.

Since then, the two of them have made a name for themselves as a dangerous duo— conspirators in the same game of death. They were each dangerous on their own but together, they were volatile. Poisons to each other's drinks, knives to each other's throats and a never ending hunger for each other's mouths against their own.

Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook.

Hitmen. Murderers. Partners in Crime.

Lovers.

* * *

Taehyung woke to the sunlight streaming through the window blinds, a faint yellow shine crossing and landing right onto his line of vision. He groans, a loud rumble deep in his throat and shifts, rolling to the other side where a warmer body is still fast asleep beside him. 

He smiles, hand unconsciously reaching out to brush back the black fringe covering his lover's angelic face. Jungkook was a beautiful person— inside and out, despite what many else would think otherwise— Taehyung knows that better than anyone else but right now, right here, in the silence of their high-rise double-floored loft apartment, with the faint sunlight streaming through their windows, naked and draped with their warm cotton blanket, milky smooth skin littered with marks from Taehyung's bites—

Jungkook was ethereal.

My lover. Taehyung absent-mindedly thought. His heart rumbling in delight as he scoots closer, brushing his nose against Jungkook's with the gentlest of touches, careful not to wake the sleeping male. Mine. 

Their work was dangerous so it made sense for them to earn cash beyond what they really needed. They moved then, to this beautiful place they call home— a classy space mixed with industrial and cozy features. One side of the walls were bricked with a burgundy red, the first floor housing their living room, kitchen and other basic necessities. Climbing up their single spiral staircase, the open second floor was simply where their bedroom was, an open space where their king-sized bed lay in the middle, surrounded by cozy furnitures and less comforting devices— guns, knives, things they needed for work.

Taehyung shifts, works an arm up, caressing his boyfriend's leg, tracing to the dip of his hip and up till it rests just at his torso, pushing him slowly towards his own body into a warm embrace. He feels Jungkook move, allowing the push and chuckles to himself as the younger male breathes out a puff of air.

"Mm," Jungkook mumbles, scrunching his nose cutely before his features relax once more.

Taehyung is so smitten. He leans forward and kisses the button nose then his cheeks then at the corner of his lips before returning back to the younger male's nose— which scrunches up again.

Jungkook giggles, eyes still closed as he shifts, arms moving to push at Taehyung's face. "Mm— stop. Sleep." He sleepily proclaims and Taehyung grins that adorable boxy grin of his. He lets Jungkook roll till he's resting on his back, arms stretching up in sleepy relaxation before he's quiet again.

Last night had been a dream— they had just finished a quick job and decided to use the money they had earned that night for a quick night out. Taehyung took him to dinner at Gangnam where he had just a little bit too much vodka, martinis and milk chocolate liqueur to drink. Tipsy and a giggling mess, Taehyung then brought him to a small park where it had been renovated by the locals as a sort of dating spot— fairy lights hung over the trees and benches were placed around for lovers to sit and view the city with the night sky above them. It was there that Taehyung had a lapful of Jungkook on him, peppering him kisses and whispering sweet nothings by his ear, thanking him for the sweet evening and for taking him out that night after a hard day's work.

"Always the best," Jungkook mumbled, burying his nose in between Taehyung's shoulder and neck, kissing the accessible skin there buried in the elder's long coat. "Taehyungie is always the best boyfriend. Ever."

Taehyung chuckled, "Gorgeous, you're a little drunk, hm?"

"Am I?" Jungkook huffed, putting a little weight onto Taehyung's lower half and the glint from the elder's eyes simply made him giggle in return. "Nope. Nu-uh. Not. Drunk." He said, tapping at the elder's lips with each word.

Taehyung grinned, kissing the tip of his finger before wrapping his arms tight around his waist. "Hang on tight, baby."

"Where are we going?" Jungkook asked, resting his head onto the elder's shoulder. "Home?"

"Mm," Taehyung nodded then, "My fucking patience is just about to run out."

Jungkook laughed aloud before they disappear into the night.

The memory serves to only make the grin on the elder's face grow wider. Taehyung moves quietly, putting weight on his arms as he moves over his boyfriend, observing the younger male's soft features. Taehyung loves watching him sleep— loves the way Jungkook's lashes brush the skin under his eyes or the way the younger male's face is so peaceful and so trusting to someone like him. His innocence and youth— all so endearing. Asleep, Jungkook looks like a regular guy, not the lethal, bloodthirsty assassin most people have now identified him as. 

The morning light shines through the window and makes his skin glow, illuminating his face and making him look incomparably beautiful.

Taehyung's heart aches as he leans down, brushes his nose against Jungkook's and presses a lingering kiss onto his lover's lips. Once. Then twice. He smiles as he feels the younger male smile back, eyes still closed but arms slowly moving till they wrap around Taehyung's shoulders.

"Baby," Taehyung hums, moving his head to the side to trace kisses along his jawline, perhaps wanting to leave more marks—

"Not there." Jungkook says groggily, "I always get dirty looks from old men whenever they see 'em."

Taehyung pouts but relents, leaving feather light kisses instead on the younger's jaw, moving up to his cheek. "Fine. But only because it's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

Jungkook laughs softly, fingers twirling at the hair resting on Taehyung's nape— his hair's gotten a little longer and he's noticed the way Jungkook often runs his fingers through it casually or tugs at it roughly when they get a little frisky at night. He hasn't bothered to cut his hair since then.

"Tae—" Jungkook mutters, interrupted as Taehyung kisses him again, a little deeper than earlier now that the younger male is a little more awake. The elder watches in fascination as those brown eyes slowly open, blinking a bit before pulling up into little crescents at the sight of his boyfriend. "Baby— what're you doing?" He giggles as he gets a kiss instead.

"Good morning, beautiful." Taehyung grins, eyes so full of love. 

Jungkook blushes lightly, hands casually resting at the back of Taehyung's neck, a comforting weight for the elder. "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?" Taehyung leans down, kissing the corner of his lips. Jungkook hums.

"Like a log," He groans, shifting one leg up to stretch and in doing so, twisting his torso a little. Taehyung growls at the movement. "Didn't show me any mercy last night, did you?"

Taehyung grins, "You seemed to handle it pretty well, as always."

Jungkook gives him a look and throws his head back, "Ugh— it'd be a pain to do work today. I don't think my waist can handle it."

"You can always stay home—"

"And miss you looking all hot and sexy at the job? No, thank you." Jungkook huffs, pinching Taehyung's ear. "Don't even think about it. You'll hurt yourself, hyung."

Taehyung relents, giggling as he falls atop his boyfriend who lets out a soft 'oof'. 

"My baby is so hardworking and so horny at the same time." Taehyung reminds him gently and Jungkook nods, running his hand through the elder's hair. 

"And who do we have to blame?" Jungkook smiles devilishly before he suddenly pushes their position the other way around, the elder hitman caught off-guard as he's rolled onto his back, his boyfriend straddling him with a mischievous grin on his face. "Now don't think I'm about to ignore the surprise you have down there."

Taehyung blinks and grins toothily. "Oops." He laughs, hands easily coming up to rest on Jungkook's waist, which is now visible seeing as the blankets smoothly pool down his body, resting like a god's tunic over his lower half. The elder's growl that comes out is instinctual. "I thought you wouldn't notice."

"Really, babe?" Jungkook rolls his eyes, fully aware of how big Taehyung is— he should know that better than anyone, after all. "Not notice— this?" And his lower half grinds down a little till the very excited cock brushes against the crack of his ass.

"Fucking—" Taehyung curses as the blood pools at his head. "Jeon Jungkook— you will be the death of me."

Jungkook has the audacity to laugh cutely, like a little bunny. Taehyung growls, hands tightening their hold onto the younger male's smaller waist. Jungkook's eyes briefly glance to the wall at their bedside and hums, "We're up earlier than usual this morning."

Taehyung hums, sneakily moving his hips up, bucking out of nowhere and revels the way Jungkook squeaks out a gasp, cheeks turning red— savors the feel of the slight tremble of the body under his hands. Jungkook looks down and leans closer, pressing a quick kiss onto the elder's cheek.

"Then," Taehyung whispers, grinning as he hears the softest of moans come out of the younger male's lips by his ear, fully aware of the slow gyrating movements Jungkook's unconsciously doing with his hips. "Let's make the most out of it."

The city always has its fair share of crime and violence, be it wide open in the streets or underground and that meant no rest days for the two lovers whose name has become synonyms for successful hits.

Their shared laptop pings from the low coffee table as Jungkook lounges on their L-shaped couch on the first floor, dressed in nothing but his favorite black hoodie and some boxers, probably Taehyung's— he's not too sure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is by the kitchen fixing them both some warm coffee for the day.

Jungkook grunts, moving the laptop with his foot to better see the screen as it lay open. He only reads for a moment before he sighs,  "Ah, fuck."

"What is it?" Taehyung asks, strolling over to place Jungkook's mug on the coffee table, it's pink with a cute bunny that had one folded ear on the front. His blue mug in hand, with a heart shaped alien head drawn on the front courtesy of his boyfriend, is filled with hot coffee as he brings it up to his lips.

"Work." Jungkook huffs, using his very efficient toe to push the screen back so that Taehyung could see the details.

The elder sips, eyes scanning through key words. Client. Businessman. Drugs. Target. Location.

"Looks like we have to meet the client for further instructions." Jungkook slides further down on the sofa, "Do we have to?"

"You want money, don't you?"

Jungkook tilts his head and juts out his bottom lip. "Yeah. Money is good." 

"Then, yes, baby. We have to."

"Fuck."

Taehyung chuckles, reaching down to run his hand through dark locks. "Go and finish your coffee while I be the more mature one and type a reply back."

"You're older, it's only right for you to be more mature." Jungkook sits upright, leaning over as soon as Taehyung places his coffee down on the table and sits beside him to press a loud kiss on his cheek. He then proceeds to climb over Taehyung's legs to grab his pink mug and head upstairs to change, "Thank you for the coffee—  love you!"

Taehyung shakes his head before typing out their template reply. Meeting over lunch. Hey, at least they get free food.

The client is a middle-aged man with a wife almost half his age— a model it seems, probably paid off to be his trophy wife of sorts. They meet at an expensive, high-end restaurant just a few blocks away from the company the man owns and apparently, he uses as a cover-up for his other business— drugs.

Taehyung and Jungkook reach the private room at the back, which has been decked by bodyguards left and right. One of them steps forward in an attempt to body search through them only to be stopped by Jungkook's glare.

"Touch me and I'll rip both your eyes out of your fucking face." He mutters under his breath the moment he sees the bodyguard's hand looming close towards him.

The guard looks pissed and is ready to retaliate when Taehyung steps forward and presses a hand firmly against his shoulder.

"Do as he says," Taehyung grins, "Trust me. I'm trying to save your life here."

"What the—" The guard splutters out only to be interrupted by the door to the private room opening. The client is standing up and ushering them inside, sending a sharp look to his bodyguard who quickly bows his head and steps aside. 

The private room is big but the table appears to be set for a few people. The client sits back down and reaches for his wife's hand who plasters on a fake smile at him and then at the two hitmen.

Taehyung and Jungkook exchange a look but decide not to comment on it. Taehyung pulls out Jungkook's seat before pulling out his own, earning him a coy smile from the younger male. As soon as they sit down, waiters step forward to pour them drinks of their choice and serve them appetizers.

"Please, help yourselves." The client smiles, wrinkly and old. "It's truly an honor to meet the city's Bonnie and Clyde in the flesh."

"Bonnie and Clyde?" Taehyung cocks an eyebrow as he brings the wine glass to his lips.

"Is that what we are?" Jungkook tilts his head, chewing on the scallop he had just plucked from the shell. 

Their curious eyes and surprise at the titles seem to have made the client nervous.

"O-Oh, please, don't misunderstand." He says, reaching for a handkerchief in his pocket to wipe his brow while his wife seems to be too distracted by her painted nails. He clears his throat, "In any case, I've called you over for the— finer details of my request."

Jungkook twirls the dinner knife in his hand like it was a pencil. The client's eyes dart at the action, the fear and uncertainty evident in his eyes. Jungkook takes it like a bait. "Say, ahjusshi—"

The client gulps, "Yes?"

"If I didn't know any better," Jungkook leans forward, a sultry action, one that quickly catches the attention of the poster girl beside the client. It seems to be an action that hits home for her. Jungkook stifles a laugh as he tilts his head, black fringe hooding darkened eyes, "It sounds like you're afraid of us? Us, whom you have personally contacted for the job."

"Oh, nonsense—"

"We don't take kindly to blatant liars, ahjusshi." Taehyung bites back, tongue darting out to lick the wine staining his lips. "Me, especially."

"Taehyungie, especially." Jungkook chimes in.

"I-I'm not—" The client clears his throat and sits upright. "I understand that both of you have quite a— repertoire for this line of work and I highly, truly respect that— w-which is why I personally contacted you for my request."

"Just say we're good at murdering and head straight to the point." Jungkook leans back and hums when Taehyung reaches over to brush a finger at the shell of his ear before reaching down to grasp at his thigh. "Taehyung—"

"Patience."

"He's taking too long—"

"I know." Taehyung glares at the client, "Well? What is it?"

The client gulps and motions one of his lackeys. A man approaches the table and holds out a folder which his boss takes with trembling hands. Taehyung and Jungkook watch as the folder is opened and turned towards them, sliding closer to show them a file and a picture of a young woman, younger than the trophy wife seated beside the man. At the sight of the picture, the lady beside the man huffs, crossing her arms and looking aside.

"You see, there's a man I've been wanting to— eliminate— and I thought you two could do the job for me. But," He clears his throat. "This woman right here, I want her."

Taehyung clicks his tongue, "Another trophy to add to the collection?"

The lady turns her head and bristles at Taehyung's comment, slamming her hand on the table with a hiss, "How dare you—"

"Stop it!" The client hushes her immediately, placing a wrinkly hand over hers. She frowns and pulls her smooth hand away from his, turning her body completely away from him in silent retaliation. "F-Forgive me, she didn't mean to—"

"Hey, it's all right. I can understand how much hitting the mark must hurt." Taehyung prods and snickers under his breath as the woman glares at him.

Jungkook reaches forward to pull the photo closer. The lady was— pretty— long black curls resting over her shoulders with almond eyes and button nose, lips a plump red. And very familiar. His eyes briefly catch Taehyung's. "So you want a hit and this woman?"

The client gulps but nods nonetheless.

Jungkook throws the photo back to the folder without a care.

"The details—"

"No need." Jungkook says, reaching over to take the menu sitting idly by the edge of the table to skim through some set meals and dessert, "Oh, a lemon-berry savarin sounds good. D'you mind?"

The client shakes his head dumbly. Jungkook waves a finger to call for a waiter and proceeds to order almost all the desserts listed on the menu.

"The— The woman and the details of the job are in the folder, I've made sure to provide you both copies—" He croaks meekly but Taehyung shuts him with one look.

"Listen, ahjusshi, we don't do paperwork." Taehyung grins, reaching to rest a hand on Jungkook's nape, rubbing at one sensitive part just behind his ear, earning him a quick moan from the younger male which startles almost everyone in the room, eyes widening at the scene unfolding before them. "You want this man dead and this woman here beside you to add to the collection. Done. Anybody that unfortunately crosses our path then just becomes collateral damage. Now,"

Taehyung tilts his head towards his boyfriend whose eyes look back at his own, hooded and full of desire. In a second, his eyes glance to the waiter ogling at them standing beside Jungkook.

"Make that two lemon-berry savarins."

Taehyung thrived himself in his line of work and in his skill with the gun. There's something exciting in being able to corner a life with just a barrel and bullet. That in a split second, he can end someone's life or delay it just a tad bit longer but with the added helpings of pain.

He huffs, pulling at the lapels of his black coat before fixing his tie, a lollipop in his mouth. There's two guns in his belt, loaded, and more cartridges tucked under his coat. He stands right by his parked black Aston Martin Vanquish coupe, a luxury car Jungkook had picked out mostly for the name of it, outside the building — a type of warehouse tucked near a pier— eyes scanning the view and the surroundings before walking casually towards the entrance.

There's about five people standing guard outside. They catch sight of him just strolling towards them.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of them hollers and when he doesn't get a reply, aims his gun at Taehyung. "I said—"

The guard doesn't get to finish, not when there's a bullet suddenly lodged in between his eyes. He crumples to the ground gracelessly. 

Taehyung smirks.

He pulls out his other gun and shoots the remaining guards around him, all while walking towards the entrance of the warehouse. He tucks his guns back in place before pressing a finger at his earpiece.

"Baby?"

"Daddy?" Jungkook teases with a giggle. Taehyung huffs. "Coast is clear."

"The ones at the back?"

"Dead." Jungkook replies, there's a shuffling sound along his voice, mostly him disassembling the sniper rifle and returning it back into its case. 

"Thank you." Taehyung says, hand reaching for the handle on the warehouse door, "Always good to me, my sweet baby."

"Please," Jungkook muses, "Stop with the flattery. You're gonna get me in bed either way."

"I know." Taehyung smirks, "Meet you inside?"

"Don't have all the fun." Jungkook says before making a kissing noise, "Love you."

"Love you too."

And he opens the warehouse doors to be greeted by several guns pointed at him from almost all directions. Taehyung stands in place, unimpressed. His eyes focus to one man approaching him from the darkness, their target.

"I see that bastard decided to make the first move," The man hisses and his eyes register Taehyung's face and recognition hits him like a truck. "Sending you, of all people—"

Taehyung shrugs innocently, "What? I'm quite a likeable person, if I do say so myself."

"Shut the fuck up." The man bristles. "I know you— Kim Taehyung— you and your bloody reputation."

"Well, I did leave a few bodies in my wake—"

"I said, shut up—"

There's a gunshot from inside and one gunman falls from the second floor to land right at the side with a disgusting splat. For a moment, everyone is stunned and then, the target hollers, barking and screaming out orders to find the shooter.

"Fucker— it's not just you—" 

Taehyung smirks, "You think I'd waltz in here by myself?"

There's more gunshots firing here and there, and bodies from the second floor keep raining down like hail to the first floor with visceral detail. The target takes a step back but not before hearing a soft laugh from the shadows of the second floor.

"Th-There!" He barks and the men remaining on the first floor aim their guns at the figure standing on top of the railings with perfect balance. They're momentarily left breathless because in his hand was a knife, drenched in blood.

One of the gunmen catches sight of Taehyung moving, switching to aim at him instead, "Don't fucking move!"

Taehyung glances at him, a hooded gaze full of contempt and anger and hate— "You're giving me orders?"

The gunman's hold on his weapon trembles a little. It's the break Taehyung needs. He pulls his gun out and fires a perfect shot at the man's head.

Jungkook barks out a laugh.

Then, that's when all hell breaks loose.

The remaining gunmen fire their shots, both at Jungkook and at Taehyung. Jungkook leaps from his position on the second floor, landing on one of the guards with a sick crunch as the poor guy takes most of the weight and the damage as they hit the cement floor. Jungkook then flips his knife and swipes at his throat with a clean cut.

One gunman aims at Jungkook just as he moves from his crouch only to be shot at the hand by Taehyung who has rolled to the side to hide in the shadows on the other side of the warehouse.

"Fuck!" The target curses as he rushes back inside.

"Run all you want," Jungkook sing songs, "But we'll come and get you."

Taehyung emerges from the shadows behind one gunman and slams the blunt part of his gun at his head, knocking him down before firing a close ranged head shot, exploding his brains out. 

Jungkook whistles before he sprints away as one of the remaining guards fire successive shots at him. He reaches one dead body— the first that had landed from the second floor— grabs him up and uses him as a shield against the array of bullets as he closes in. He throws the corpse at the gunman who shrieks, catching the bloody mess in his arms. Then, he lets out a weak choke as Jungkook pushes his knife inside the corpse and his abdomen, skewering them both.

Jungkook pulls the knife out and flicks the blood off, standing still as a bullet misses him and hits a wall instead. Jungkook looks to the attacker and sees him nearly shit his pants, but not before there is Taehyung's gun aimed at his temple from the side.

"Hyungnim," Taehyung muses at the remaining gunman who trembles in his place, "Care to try and do that again?"

"P-Please—" The man has the audacity to beg for his life and Taehyung tsks in disgust. "I don't know anything. I swear! We were just hired to—"

Taehyung drives his knee into his guts, sending him bending over and coughing out in fits. "Listen here, you fucker." He hisses with so much venom and poison, it's a wonder how the guy hasn't started to foam at the mouth in fear. "There's two things in this world that I just can't fucking stand— blatant liars and bastards who dare lay a finger on what belongs to me."

The man whimpers.

"And guess what, hyungnim." Taehyung crouches till he's able to whisper by his ear, a sickeningly sweet timbre in his voice. "You just ticked both of those boxes."

Taehyung stands up and kicks the man square on the jaw, sending him rolling onto the ground on his back. The elder aims his gun and fires a shot at both legs, ignoring the screams of pain in return. 

"You gonna kill him?" Taehyung asks, eyes blank as he fires another shot at the man's ankle, "You were going to kill my Jungkook? My baby? Kill him right before my eyes?"

The man is choking in his own tears and spit, groaning in pain as he convulses at the blood loss and agony.

Taehyung growls and raises his gun once more to the man's head only to be stopped by Jungkook's blood-stained hand covering his own holding the gun.

"That's enough, babe." Jungkook whispers, kissing his cheek. "You did good, hyungie."

"Jungkook—" Taehyung grunts, turning his eyes to his lover, "Sweetheart, he tried to kill you in front of me."

"Like anyone could kill me." Jungkook replies, leaning forward to kiss the elder's lips. "I've already tried killing myself and look where that led me."

Taehyung drops his arm down, the man motionless on the ground near them— dead from the blood loss. The elder moves to wrap his free arm around Jungkook's waist, gun still in his other hand that's resting at his side. Jungkook caresses his hand down towards it, sharing hold of the weapon with a smile on his face.

"If anyone's going to kill me," Jungkook whispers against Taehyung's lips, "It's going to be you, hyung. My Taehyung. My savior and reaper. You saved my life so only you can take it."

Taehyung groans, burying his head onto the younger male's throat, biting at the skin presented for him. "Gorgeous, don't turn me on."

"I'm already turned on at seeing you lose it over a missed gunshot." Jungkook chuckles, bringing his other hand to cup at the elder's cheek, tilting his head back up before pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. "Come on, hyungie, we have a little rat to chase."

Taehyung smiles against his lips. "Lead the way."

The man is holed up in the farthest room of the warehouse and as soon as Taehyung and Jungkook break the door open, a line of dead bodies behind them, dressed in their black ensemble garnished with the blood of their latest victims, they catch sight of the woman in the photo, trapped in the arm of their target whose visibly trembling and sweating in his place.

"D-Don't move! I know you want this woman here too!" The man barks as he points a gun at the woman's head, "That fucker thought he'd outsmart me but he's wrong! He's wrong! I own this motherfucking city!"

Taehyung sighs, almost bored to death, "You guys always spit the same stuff, it's starting to get boring."

Jungkook flips the knife in his hand and eyes the woman in his hold. "You sure are important, aren't you, noona?"

The lady trembles, her lipstick smudged in the wrong places and her clothes ripped, signs of abuse obvious on her skin as black and blue blotches.

"You fuckers don't know who this is?!" The man darts his eyes here and there.

Taehyung shrugs, "We don't care. We're not interested." He says and moves his arm with the gun.

"I said," The man pushes his own gun to the lady's head closer, causing her to burst out fresh tears. "Don't fucking move! Or she dies!"

"Oh," Taehyung blinks, eyes growing wide in surprise.

The man gulps. The woman whimpers.

"Well, that's too bad then." Taehyung smiles and fires a shot.

The target falls back with a thud. The lady shrieks as the body's blood coats the ground. She stumbles out of the way, clothes now stained with blood. She trembles before hearing footsteps approaching and as she turns around, catches sight of Jungkook standing over her.

"Noona," He chimes, "Did you really think we wouldn't recognize you?"

The lady's eyes widen and she freezes in place.

"Our client says he wants you by his side." Jungkook hums, bringing the knife up. "But he didn't say he wanted you alive."

She feels one tear fall from her eyes before all she sees is red and then black.

Her body slumps down to the ground and Jungkook turns around, bringing the knife to his lips. "Hyungie?"

"Hm?" Taehyung hums.

"I wonder who much a missing politician's daughter costs?"

Taehyung grins devlishly back at the younger male.

Their client returns home the day after to the grizzly sight of a dead woman's body sitting poised and finely dressed on his living room chair, a note tucked neatly underneath her folded hands.

Target is dead. You have your woman. 

Needless to say, when he phones the two hitmen, they make the most of the corpse seated beautifully in his own home.

"Ahjusshi," Jungkook replies, phone sitting on the table and on speaker mode. "Did you really think we wouldn't recognize her? The missing politician's daughter, presumed dead reported a month ago?"

"You—"

"I wonder," Jungkook pauses just as he feels Taehyung nip at his collarbone, "What would everyone say if they find that dead body in your home?"

"That can't happen! I'll expose you! The both of you!"

Taehyung chuckles, leaning back as Jungkook begins peppering his own kisses onto his neck, "Expose us? Are you sure that's what you should be worrying about right now?"

"How dare you—"

"There's an amount we want behind the note, if you'd care to check. Send it over within two hours." Taehyung says, caressing the younger male's nape as he leans back onto the couch, allowing Jungkook to straddle him.

There's a strangled noise at the other end of the line.

Jungkook turns to face the phone on the table, "You better hurry, ahjusshi." He breathes as Taehyung shapes his waist and licks a stripe along his neck. "Did you know that internal organs decompose in twenty four hours and the body starts smelling by the second day— what would your neighbors think when that key smell of a festering body is sourced back to your own home?"

The man on the other end of the line curses before the call is cut.

Without batting an eye, Jungkook adjusts himself so that his face is on the couch, ass in the air, pants pushed down to his knees. Taehyung's nails leave marks on his skin as he makes quick work of preparing the younger male. The adrenaline that is left behind from their job always leaves them both searching for skin, for an outlet of sorts. 

Taehyung's cock is inside him with so little inconvenience. His hands, god, his motherfucking hands, are gripping the younger male forcefully by his hips, where it matters and where Jungkook turns into absolute putty underneath the elder.

Jungkook moans as the elder's big hands move from his hips to trace back up his body, his back, just everywhere he can touch. The younger male squirms, completely held in place as he rocks back to the cock lodged inside of him, burying his face onto the cushion nearby.

"I know, baby." Taehyung grunts, massaging the tense muscles of his back before bringing his hands to the front, tracing his pectorals down to his refined abdominal muscles before reaching the hard cock.

"Shit!" Jungkook throws his head back, his own flesh seeming to spring into its fullest conformations. He was shivering now and his ass clenches against the elder's own skin slapping against him. "F-Fuck!"

Taehyung groans by his ear, pressing his chest over his back as he strokes his cock, pumping the organ to life.

Jungkook relaxes and his skin, his entire person, almost shakes and quivers under the skill of Taehyung's godly hands. Jungkook's eyes were closed now and his lips stretched in an involuntary smile.

"Oh, oh— yes, yes, yes—" Jungkook moans aloud. "Yes, hyung! Yes!"

Taehyung's laugh nearly breaks Jungkook's self control.

Taehyung's dick almost contorts Jungkook's insides at the pace he's going. Jungkook screams as he hits his orgasm out of nowhere, white strips of cum launching along with his cries onto the sofa and all over Taehyung's hands.

His muscles clench down hard and Taehyung bites Jungkook's shoulder back as he rolls his hips up and in figure of eights, shuddering as he comes inside, coating the younger male's walls like a brand of ownership.

"Mother— fucker—" Jungkook pants, lifting himself up on shaky hands, Taehyung's cock still inside him as he shifts to straddle the elder.

"Hm," Taehyung hums, moving his clean hand to brush his hair back, revealing an exquisite forehead that Jungkook immediately kisses.

Taehyung crooks his finger, motioning and Jungkook tilts his head, parting his lips as he pushes his cum-stained fingers inside the younger male's mouth. Jungkook takes it, the white liquid. After he pulls his fingers out, Taehyung pushes Jungkook's head against his, sharing taste of the warm cum on Jungkook's tongue. They pass it back and forth between them till it no longer existed, swallowed down in someone's throat.

Jungkook laughs, rolling his hips. Taehyung swats his hip playfully.

"Be nice." Taehyung kisses his nose. Jungkook hums and buries his head on Taehyung's shoulder.

Two hours later, seventy million won is sent to their account.

An hour later, Taehyung sends an anonymous call to the police back to their client's home.

Thirty minutes later, news reporters and police are swarming their client's home— news of the grizzly murder and kidnapping of the politician's missing daughter headlines all over the country.

The two hitmen leave no traces behind, as if neither of them ever existed to begin with.

Jungkook giggles as he flips through the channels, all reporting the same news. "We sure created quite a story, didn't we?"

Taehyung chuckles, breathing in the scent of Jungkook's hair. The two had just finished a good long bath afterwards, ridding their bodies of the blood and smell of their recent job. Now, they're back on the couch, watching the consequences of their actions with mugs full of warm chocolate milk and legs tangled over one another.

Another job well done for the two of them.