It is also usually unwise to toy with the emotions of someone who takes lives for a living but you don’t know that. You don’t know much of anything about him other than his charming, elusive smile and the taste of his lips but you don’t smell the blood on his hands, the blood that doesn’t wash off no matter how long or hard he scrubs in the sink and he’s stopped trying since then. The red suits him, so he decides as a mechanism to keep himself sane.

His entire life is a mechanism to keep himself sane.

Ironic how you of all things are driving him insane.

“Oi, calm down,” Taehyung props his feet up on the coffee table and Jungkook glares so hard Taehyung shrugs, planting his feet on the ground again, chewing on his lips. So it goes dynamite comes in small packages.

“What, she still hasn’t responded?” Namjoon is cleaning his guns on the table, his favorite Beretta in pieces, him hunched over them with a brush as big as his pinky nail, dusting away.

“Not in three days,” Jimin answers for him from across the room, tossing darts at a board behind his back. Every one hits bullseye.

“I’m borrowing your gloves,” Jungkook says, tossing his phone onto the sofa—No New Messages—before heading down to the old arena a floor below. He runs through four punching bags before Namjoon comes in to stop him.

“You need to sort this out.”

Jungkook has his head in his hands, sweat dripping pitter-pat-pat onto the ground.

“Yeah I know... I think I’m falling for her. Goddamnit.”

“You think?”

“Yeah... I don’t know if I am or if it’s just... something else.”

“Well, you better figure it out soon,” Namjoon ruffles Jungkook’s hair, plopping down next ot him with a wry grin, “We don’t have that many spare punching bags left.”

02. jealousy

“So you stayed over at his place?”

“Just for a night,” you say, arms knitting over your chest.

“And you didn’t think to call me? Or tell me so I wouldn’t stay up waiting?”

“If I’d known you’d throw a hissy fit—”

“I am not throwing a—”

“Then what do you call this?”

He has you pinned to the wall in three seconds flat, breathing so hard you can taste him over your lips. But he’s not kissing you like all those novels and movies and great fantasies say—he’s too upset to be.

“Why’re you so upset?” you ask, blinking because he’s too close, so close it’s difficult to keep him in focus without going cross-eyed.

Radio silence from his end. He only stares at you, eyes sharp as ever, so sharp it hurts to keep his gaze for too long. They’re like tiny search-bites, sizing you up and breaking you down, tearing through the fabric of your thoughts, pulling on the strands and unraveling you in ways you didn’t know you could be unraveled, reading and decoding till you’re no longer sure if he knew you better than you ought to know yourself.

He searches you like he’s got something to hide.

He lets go of your shoulders and cards a hand through his hair.

“I’d just like to know—”

“You’re not my father Jungkook.”

He rounds on you with a glare and a growl, “I never said I wanted to be.”

“Then what do you want to be?”

Silence, again. He blinks at you, eyes wide and shell shocked.

You bite your lip. “Tell me, Jungkook, what do you want to be, to me?”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“What?” you ask, “What?”

“If I told you, you’d laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“You promise?” he slumps down on the sofa and closes his eyes.

“Yes.” You join him and wait for his answer and it comes like the sky ripping open, momentous and axiomatic—

“Everything.”

03. obsession

Red threads stretch across the wall over pictures of you. You and every single guy you’ve ever been with, been seen with—Jungkook taps his fingers against his lips and studies the sprawling map before him, tracking each and every single one of your relationships. Usually, they use this wall to trace down hits and well, he reasons to himself, taking a large sip of scotch, this is a different kind of target.

“Don’t you think this is a bit... much?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow as he joins Jungkook on the ground, downing the rest of the scotch in one, not because he was particularly fond but because Jungkook really shouldn’t be having any more.

“Hm? Is it?” Jungkook’s voice is dry, his eyes—bloodshot.

“Maybe you should take a step back,” Yoongi says, posture open, voice light, everything they were ever taught in approaching a potential target 101. Everything about setting up the bait, luring in the pray. “Don’t let it get to you so much.” Hook.

“Hm.”

Jungkook doesn’t bite. Not yet at least.

“Does she know that you’re...?” Line.

Jungkook turns his head, ever so slowly, cocking it to one side as he looks at Yoongi and takes in the whole of his face. They are like brothers, the seven of then, plucked from their parents before they could taste the warmth of maternal love, before they could even learn what it meant to be properly loved, for “skills” that supposedly only they possessed. The best of the best—but at what price?

“That I’m what?”

Yoongi licks his lips and mulls over his range words. Obssessed? Deranged? An assassin?

“In love?” Sinker.

Jungkook scoffs; it turns into a sigh halfway through and he lets himself fall back against the mattress of the large sofa against the back wall, an arm thrown over his eyes to block out the light.

“I don’t know... is this what being in love feels like?”

Yoongi shrugs. “How am I supposed to know?”

“It doesn’t... feel like all those books say love feels like.”

“Might be different for everyone,” Yoongi offers because really, he has no idea either; he casts the system of red thread on the wall, an intricate map over a hundred images of your face, some smiling, others not, frozen frames of diamond edged moments, meant to be kept forever. It doesn’t really look like love. But then again, who is he to say—he doesn’t know either.

“Maybe...” Jungkook slides down till he’s lying on the ground and lets out a breath, “I feel like I’m going insane.”

Yoongi chuckles and nudges him in the side.

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