WORKING WITH THE ENEMY {TAEKOOK} {VKOOK}
He Wants to Die
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warning ⚠️
this chapter contains torture and violence. please read at your own risk, thank you.
All he can hear is the soft pitter patter of the rain, slamming against the hard asphalt of the ground; it's all so frightening and on a normal day, he'd probably be calmed by the rainfall but now he's struggling to keep his breathing down and contemplating whether or not he should call Taehyung or maybe Hoseok. No, he can't. it's too dangerous.
The best he could do was wait; maybe the person would just forget him and leave. He'd be fine as long as he stayed hidden.
He keeps his head pressed dangerously hard against the wall as his hand rested over his mouth to stiffle his breathing; His heart is thumping in his chest, fast and hard as if it was trying to jump out and escape.
Why didn't he stay home like Hoseok had asked? If he did he'd be safe and in bed right now. was this it? how it ends?
that thought unlocks the tears he'd tried to bottle away before and his hand no longer suppresses his breathing nor his whimpers and his soft cries drift over to the men from a distance. They lips turn up, like any psychopath's would.
He's gonna die. He gonna die. Please don't let me die.
That's his last thought before strong, harsh hands pick him up — from behind a musty, and pungent garbage bin — as though he weighed nothing.
He feels himself being robbed of air as the hands close tightly around his neck as if to pop his head off. what'd he do? why were they after him? this didn't make sense.
° Unknown °
I don't like killing innocent people but since I can't get to that little bitch; I'll have to use you to send him a warning.
° Unknown °
a message. {smirk}
° Unknown °
Accept my humblest apologies for robbing you of your life.
He's confused. What little bitch? who was he talking about.
° Unknown °
cut his finger off...
No amount of struggling he did had any effect, the big, buff man who held him by the neck up against the wall and the more time passed the stronger his grip got, he was starting to choke.
Tears stream down his face as he struggled against the growing grip, He lets his hand climb up onto the man's own, pulling at it harshly he lets out a grunt of effort but it's all in vein.
° Unknown °
Stop struggling, You'll only make it worse.
° Unknown °
Jackson, hurry with the knife.
His eyes fall shut, his energy just keeps getting sucked from his very being. all his will to fight was slowly being washed away by the pouring of the rain.
He hears footsteps approaching him and the grip around his neck slackens.
This is chance for escape, he slowly opens his eyes and the man — styled brown his with a fade at the sides marked R, there's another letter but he can't make it out as his eyes are blurred— had been looking away from him and at the man who was just about to grab his fingers.
With all remaining force he had he tears himself away from them both and alas, he manages to pull himself loose from both their grip but he falls on his aśś.
The brown haired man looked down at him with a smile and shook his head.
° Unknown °
They always run.
He slowly dressed back on his legs as the man drew closer to him. He cries and turns himself around and the moment he tries to get to his feet, he feels the same strong hands that were previously wrapped around his neck; grip at his foot and a hard yank follows making him fall face down against the hard, wet floor.
He groans in pain as he nose hit the concrete beneath him; and a wetness, not from the rain, trickles out from his nose.
° Unknown °
I was trying to be nice, but now you've pissed me off.
° Unknown °
Jackson, give me the the knife.
A series of 'no's' escape his plump lips as the man takes a knife from the Jackson guy.
° Unknown °
Hold him down.
The other man nods and does as he's told.
He cries as loudly as he can hoping someone would hear him, anyone. there had to be someone but if there were, it seemed they didn't care because no came to help or save him.
He screamed and kicked and tried yanking his limbs away but the man's grip was so tight. He guesses he deserves some amount of applause, all his little tantrums was preventing the big guy from cutting away his limbs.
But those tantrums only worked for a minute or so, before he knew it, a big, wet booth was being planted in his face, full force. over and over again until the world started spinning at his gaze.
He could've sworn he heard the bone in his nose break.
After a couple more kicks to his temple and he's too weakened to move, the man bends down and grabs his hand harshly before he turned it over against the wet floor.
He just cries, he tries to move his fingers but it made no sense, he's too weak.
The man looks up at Jackson, with an agitated expression, he shouldn't have brought this kid.
Jackson
are you sure this will bother Taehyung at all?
° Unknown °
I'm positive...
° Unknown °
He stops by this little beauties school almost everyday.
Jackson
so what? they're dating?
° Unknown °
no, a man like Taehyung doesn't date, no one would ever love him, he's a monster. a beast in itself incapable of receiving and giving love.
° Unknown °
the least they are is friends or family, but either way he's cares alot for him so this oughts to make him feel even a smidge of pain.
° Unknown °
but alas, this is only the beginning of my tormentation of him.
° Unknown °
after years I can finally get my revenge.
° Unknown °
Watch out Kim Taehyung!
° Unknown °
I'm fūcking coming to end you and everyone you fūcking love.
A deranged laughter leaves the man's throat.
Why were they talking about Taehyung? Were they going to look for him? was he their next target?
Unknown °
le..eave Tae..hyu..ng alo..ne
Unknown °
Hur...t me inst...ead..
The man laughs at him mockingly.
° Unknown °
It funny how you can sit here and try to protect that bastard, he's a murder, a psychopath who has no place on earth.
° Unknown °
You should be scared of him.
Taehyung was no murderer, and no he hasn't none him for long but you haven't seen the way he smiled, how cute he was when he tried to do math and sure Hoseok was always telling him to stay away from Taehyung but it's just because Hoseok hates him.
Come to think of it? why? why does Hoseok hate Taehyung so much? he never asked? he just assumed it was because hoseok didn't like to work for Taehyung but it seemed deeper than that.
It funny how now is the time he chooses to thing about dumb shīt like this.
He doesn't get to for much longer though, because he feels a sharp, intense and unbearable pain in his hand followed by the cling of a knife and he lets out the most gutwrenching screams.
¿Where. Is. The. Drugs?
Taehyung
I'm running out of patience....
Taehyung
you won't like when I'm impatient.
The man spits out as far as he can, and it lands right before Taehyung's shoes; Taehyung's lips tilt into a smile as thinks about just murdering the guy right then and there; it didn't seem like he was going to talk and he was now just a waste of air.
Jihu
I don't like you either way.
Taehyung
(chuckles) mmh, I bet you don't.
Taehyung walks over to the man, slowly. His gaze deadly and the man had gone quiet in fear of what Taehyung was about to do.
In a matter of seconds, Taehyung's Chelsea boots find its way into the man's mouth by force, shoving its way as far as it can go, making the man whimper and gag.
Taehyung
do you like me now? {smirk}
The man jumps around in the chair trying to break free, but he can't. not with his limbs tied.
Taehyung
let me not ask you useless questions I don't care about...
Taehyung pulls his foot out of the man's mouth, letting it rest on his chest, stomping it hard and the man coughs a bit at the inhumane attack.
Taehyung
let's move to the real reason why you're here....
Taehyung
all tied up and pathetic-looking.
There's an emphasis on the word pathetic. He practically growled it, sending shivers down the man's spines.
Taehyung
where's the money?
Jihu
I don't know what you're talking about.
Taehyung
don't play dumb with me.
Taehyung
You left, with over $500kUSD worth of drugs and you came back without a dime.
Jihu
I...I didn't sell it. I...
Taehyung
Then where's the drugs?
He doesn't get to finish speaking as Taehyung removes his foot from the man's chest and strikes him straight in his temple leaving him dizzy for a second and he doesn't have time to prepare for the next hit.
Taehyung
Don't fūcking lie to me!
Taehyung leans in closer to the man, gripping the arms of the chair as he hovered over him all intimidating.
Taehyung
Where. Is. The. Drugs?
Taehyung
Finish that sentence and I swear I'll finish your life.
The man gulps scared for his life.
Jihu
I can't tell you. if I tell you he'll kill me.
Taehyung eases away from him, standing up straight. The man can't help but think about how a man who looked like this, so elegant and intelligent could be such a...an in human beast.
Taehyung
{smile} and if you don't tell me, you'll still die.
Jihu
I'll do anything. please.
Jihu
I have a family, man.
Jihu
please. I am begging you.
The was two seconds away from crying but Taehyung didn't care, none of that had anything to do with him.
Taehyung
oh, maybe I should just kill them then.
Taehyung
That'd hurt you more, wouldn't it?
Taehyung
crazy? {laughs} perhaps I am
Taehyung
but you're no better than me...
Taehyung
how can you have a family and join this line of work? {cocks his head}
Taehyung
now, that's another kind of cruel.
Taehyung
imagine if one day someone just finds your home and strangles your wife and kids in their sleep.
Taehyung
it'd all be your fault, you put them in danger.
Taehyung
and dumbly, you just told me that you have a family. all I need to do now is search you up on the database and I'll be provided with every useful information about you and your precious family...
Taehyung
where you live...
Taehyung
where your kids go to school
Taehyung
where you wife works....
Taehyung
and just with the snap of my hands I could kill them all so you better start talking.
The man closes his eyes for a second before he opens them and nods.
Taehyung tilts his head, signaling that he was listening.
Jihu
When I was bringing it to the guy, it was a fake customer and they took all the drugs and told me that if I said anyth-
Taehyung rolls his eyes and shakes his head, making the man stop speaking.
Taehyung
I don't care about all that.
Taehyung
I want to know who took what's mine without proper payment.
Jihu
I think you know him, he's...
Jihu
There was a Atlantis Fork on the back of the supposed leader's Jacket.
Taehyung
An Atlantis fork?
Jihu
Yeah, and his hair was purple; looks almost striking blue.
Taehyung smiles and shakes his head, he should've known. That fūcking bitch has always been messing with him.
Taehyung slowly start making his way out of the enclosed and dark warehouse, ignoring the man's cries.
Jihu
Where are you going?!
Jihu
I helped you, goddamnit.
Taehyung turns around and bows at the man.
Taehyung
Thank you for your help.
Taehyung
I said I wouldn't kill you but....
Taehyung
I didn't say anything about my guards.
and with that he turned away, and the screamed as Taehyung's guards turn their saws on.
As Taehyung leaves the building, he hears the man's screams echoing from the building and now he had another bitch to kill.
Taehyung
You just wait, Jeon.
Where is He?
He doesn't know what it is, if it's the sweat that drips from his neck along his spinal down to the dimples of his back, or if it's the thrilling pain that course through his hands, or if it's just the adrenaline but he loved it.
The only thing he lover more was when knuckles were landing not on a punching bag but in someone's throat — his favourite punching spot — it's not the ideal place you'd see someone getting punched but Jeon Jungkook disliked anything....unoriginal.
He liked being different, and though sometimes he fines it rather hard when there are 7 billion people on earth.
He rolls his eyes and lands one last hard punch on the punching bag, making his secretary flinch. Jungkook smiles at that.
Jungkook
Why are you interrupting me?
Dogeon
well sir, someone's here to see you.
Jungkook
and this someone is?
Dogeon
It's Kim Taehyung sir.
Jungkook
ah, why didn't you say so...
Jungkook
don't send him up yet, let me put on something that's a little more flashy. {smirk}
Jungkook removes his boxers glove before he pulls his sweaty tank top off, and he can feel the lusty gaze of his assistant on his back. Jungkook's mouth turns up.
Jungkook
Don't you have a girlfriend?
He lets out seductively with the most flirtacious smile you can imagine, he just can't help himself and Dogeon was just such an easy target.
Jungkook
I'm sure she wouldn't pleased to see you checking me out like this. (chuckles}
Dogeon
oh, that's not-- I {laughs nervously}
Dogeon scratches the back of his neck as he continues laughing, completely embarrassed. He'd forgotten that he'd left Taehyung outside, and from what he's seen before he should've known he was not in any way a patient man.
The door of the room bursts open, revealing an angry Taehyung. Dogeon gulps before he looks to Jungkook again with an apologetic look before he steps closer to Taehyung.
Dogeon
Mr. Kim. You can't come in here right now. Mr. Jeon is not-
before Dogeon can finish speaking, Taehyung's fist — decorated with shiny, expensive rings— collides with the youngster's face, knocking him out cold.
Jungkook watches the scene take place, Honestly he'd thought Taehyung would've visited him since the day he stole his "goods" but he'd given him too much credit, seems the older wasn't as smart as he played to be.
Jungkook
To what do I owe this visit?
Jungkook
I mean a little heads up would've been appreciated, you know?
Jungkook
I was gonna wear something fancy to greet you.
Jungkook steps back and leans against the table, opening his legs wider than they need to be.
Taehyung stares at him with the most unimpressed look, before he cracks his neck then his knuckles and Jungkook watches him take his final steps towards before he's being punched across the face.
The pressure of the hit causes his face to turn but that was about it, he smirks as he notices the punch he got was way less powerful than Dogeon's.
Jungkook
Going easy on me, are you?
Taehyung
Where's all the drugs you stole?
Jungkook
oh that, I threw it away.
Jungkook
figured it'd make you angry.
Jungkook
and I just love pissing you off.
Taehyung sighs before he swoops in closer to Jungkook's unserious, bruised face.
Taehyung
I. Don't. Believe. You.
Jungkook
That hurts my feelings. {fake pouts}
Jungkook
you know more than anyone that I never lie.
Taehyung
If I don't get my drugs or $500k USD in the 36 hours, you're a dead man.
Jungkook just laughs in the older's face.
Jungkook
You're just really cute when you demand things.
Jungkook
and no, I won't be getting you the drugs, nor will I be paying you any money because what's mine is mine and....
Jungkook
what's yours is also mine.
Taehyung pulls away a bit from Jungkook, but Jungkook grabs his shirt and pulls him back closer so their faces are inches a part and when Taehyung tries to move again he wraps his legs around him trapping him.
although, is it really trying to trap him if he doesn't try to escape? Jungkook thinks not.
Taehyung
You're delusional.
Jungkook
I don't have your money pretty boy, but since you're here.
Jungkook
why don't we have some fun?
Jungkook smirks and lifts his hands to cups Taehyung's cheeks but the older wasn't having it.
Taehyung
Keep your filthy hands off me.
Jungkook
Oh, {chuckles} that's not what you were saying last time we-
and before he finishes he feels a pain strike his nose, he swears to God if it's broken he might just have to kill Taehyung, regardless of the fact that he was the finest specimen he's layed eyes on in all his years.
Taehyung
and I'll do it again.
Jungkook
You're developing a new kink I see.
Taehyung
keep talking and I swear I'll do it again.
Jungkook
there's only one way to shut me up.
Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth before rests his forehead against Taehyung's, his hands circle around the older's waist pulling him closer, and their clothed crøtchės brush against each other, making Taehyung let out a deep breath.
Just as Jungkook goes to connect their lips, Taehyung's phone starts ringing in his pocket, and the older pulls away falling out of his hold.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and jumps down off the table.
Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket, it beeped and lets just say this was last person he'd expect a call from.
He answers the phone nonetheless.
Hoseok
Who the fūck do you think?
Taehyung
first of all, watch fūcking tone and second, I don't know who you're talking about.
Taehyung
and what makes you think I'd know where he is?
Hoseok
He didn't come home on Monday.
Taehyung
okay, still don't know why I'd know where he is.
Taehyung
he's probably with some chick. I don't get why you're so worried.
Hoseok
I've been calling him and he won't answer, all his friends said he left the party for home and he's not home so yes I'm fūcking freaking out.
Taehyung sighs, Jimin had probably been at some friend that Hoseok didn't know about, sometimes he was just too hyper and overreacted. it's annoying.
Taehyung
he'll probably come home soon.
Hoseok
Can't you at least act like you care? He could be missing!
He could tell that Hoseok was on the verge of crying, it was his brother so whatever but again, he was probably just overreacting.
Hoseok
Do you honestly not know where he is?
Hoseok
well, can you at least let me know if you've seen him or heard from him.
Taehyung
I doubt I will but fine.
Hoseok was the first to hang up the phone. Taehyung puts his phone back in his pocketm The last time he'd seen Jimin was at his university and he'd been telling him about how he was going to some frat party with his friends. It wasn't really something Jimin did often, or something Taehyung really expected from Jimin but he never said anything...because he didn't care.
Jimin was merely just a pawn for him to get back at Hoseok for his betrayal; so whatever was to happen to him now, he didn't really care.
More than likely he'd just been with whoever threw the party.
He's snap put of his thoughts when he feels Jungkook's arms snake around his waist. He rolls his eyes and pulls himself out of the younger's grip.
Jungkook
How much longer will you run from me?
Jungkook
The sëxual tension's thick enough stifle us both in here.
Taehyung
get me my money in 24 hours...
Jungkook
I thought you said 36...
Taehyung
Yeah, I was being generous but now I'm just pissed.
And with that Taehyung escorts himself out, but not before he bumps Jungkooks ***** shoulder, making him huff.
Jungkook watches as the older left, before he sighs in defeat and kicks at the floor, then he makes his way over to where he had dropped his sweaty shirt and then he walked back over to his secretary's unconscious body.
He drops his shirt next to him with a cocked head; eying the man weirdly.
Jungkook
why don't I feel for you, what I feel for him? {sigh}
Jungkook
you have the same pretty locks, close enough smile and you'd leave your girlfriend in a heartbeat for me so....why do I hesitate?
He sighs for the what he'd say is the 50th time that day before he stood up and made his way out of the room, lost in his endless thoughts.
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