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Hello wonderful, amazing, beautiful people that are very patient and loving. Daisy is back and excited to write some more dumb fan fiction about our dumb boys.
~Admin Ducky
Summary:
“You led him to his death?”
Jimin started to laugh hysterically. “Look at us, huh, V? The man he refused to love and the man who refused to love him.”
Tae stood up in a flash and pointed his gun and Jimin’s pathetic whimpering face. He held his finger over the trigger and felt his whole body begin to itch with the blood lust he hadn’t felt in a while. Yoongi had taken it out of him.
It was clear how this was supposed to end. What Tae wasn’t expecting was the boy standing in front of him. He wasn’t expecting to be jumped right before the end of all things. He could remember Yoongi’s wry grin in the darkly lit hallway just outside the conference room he knew Namjoon was waiting in. He remembered Yoongi’s trailing touch as they braced themselves to charge the door.
Then it happened.
Listen, if we are totally honest here Tae has definitely been hit by a truck before. Twice. But not even that prepared him for being thrown into a concrete wall at a velocity that would break a normal man’s back. He supposes the only thing that kept him alive was the three shots of tequila he had had before charging this godforsaken castle of madmen and conspiracy.
He clutched his bleeding abdomen and wondered just when he had gotten cut. Yoongi was nowhere in sight, and Tae silently wished he had taken off and he forgot his dumbass foolish promise. Tae was no stranger to betrayal. He probably wouldn’t have been that upset.
“Kim Taehyung.” Jimin was standing over him with a sneer so sharp he wasn’t sure if that wasn’t what cut him.
“Park Jimin!” Tae lifted one hand and waved the tips of his fingers mockingly. “I can be dramatic too, actually I own the monopoly on it so you can just fu-,” Jimin cut him off and lifted Tae off the ground by his collar.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m here to murder your boss, burn the whole place down and listen to Lana Del Ray because she makes me feel good about being sad. Does this place have built in speakers?”
Jimin slammed his body against the wall. “Do you truly never stop being a dick?”
“Literally never. I’m pure, naturally made piece of shit. Shouldn’t you know this by now?”
Something in Jimin’s face seemed to break. Almost as though a sob pushed it’s way to the front of the concert. The sob weakened his hold on Tae just long enough for him to whip his knife out of it’s ankle holder with his right hand, and sweep Jimin’s foot with his left leg. Tae used the momentum to follow Jimin to the ground and pinned him underneath his body.
“Which side are you working for, kid? I thought for a second you might mutiny with me but now I know you’re staying because a cowardly, childlike-.”
“SHUT UP!” Jimin screamed. His voice broke and he started to really sob now. Tae loosened his hold only slightly and watched in silence for a minute as Jimin lay on the dusty concrete floor and rocked back and forth. He kept repeating, “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” but Tae wasn’t sure it was directed at him anymore.
“He’s dead because of you,” Jimin said. “He’s lying in an unmarked grave somewhere because of you.”
Tae was silent.
“He died protecting honor. He died protecting what he thought was right, and what the fuck good came out of it? Nothing. Not one thing. Good people still die every day.”
“I know it was my fault.” Tae’s voice was small.
“Oh now really? You know? YOU KNOW? Well guess what? Guess what, Mr. Greatest Assassin In The Goddamned World? It wasn’t all your fault,” Jimin’s body was rocking back and forth more violently now. His face was a snotty, wet mess but Tae just watched with controlled apathy.
“What do you mean?” He asked, with a voice so deep it seemed impossible it was his.
“I did it too,” Jimin whimpered. “I told him about Suga and RM. I told him what they were going to do. I told them where they were going and why, and I knew he would follow. I knew he and his damn conscience would follow them to the ends of the earth if it would mean he could save them.”
“Jungkook knew Suga?”
“Not well. I don’t even think Suga knew who he was, but Jungkook looked up to him and RM. You weren’t around enough to make him feel loved and he refused to let me so they had to step in and fix his messes, and calm him down after a bad mission. While you were out, where? Who even knows!”
“You led him to his death?”
Jimin started to laugh hysterically. “Look at us, huh, V? The man he refused to love and the man who refused to love him.”
Tae stood up in a flash and pointed his gun and Jimin’s pathetic whimpering face. He held his finger over the trigger and felt his whole body begin to itch with the blood lust he hadn’t felt in a while. Yoongi had taken it out of him.
“You son of a bitch.” He said to the air.
“You may as well shoot both of us,” Jimin said laughing, “We both killed your little brother.”
Tae smoothed his features and looked Jimin in the eyes, “Don’t mistake me for someone who gives a damn about feelings, yours or mine. You sit there, whining about killing him and yet if you truly wanted to die. You would have done it yourself by now. You know it better than anyone. You are not to blame.”
Taehyung lowered his weapon and nudged Jimin with his foot.
“Get up. Go. Make him proud. Clean up our mess when we are done in here.”
Tae walked away from him without another word. Where was Yoongi? What did that dumbass get himself into? He couldn’t remember much right before he was tackled by Park “Thunder Thighs” Jimin. He continued down the hallway towards the conference room. He paused just outside the door and listened for any sound. Nothing.
Tae opened the door gingerly, and peeked his head in, gun first. The room had been cleared out. There were no chairs, tables or advanced tech.
There was just Yoongi hog-tied in the middle of the room, lying on his side in a puddle of blood. Tae kept himself to the sides of the room and let his eyes dart around and find the best possible ambush points. There was no movement. No sound. Not even Yoongi’s breathing. Just then, there was a knock at the conference room door.
“Hello, anybody in there?” The hair on Taehyung’s arms stood up at the cold cockiness of RM’s voice. He was mocking him. He knew Taehyung wouldn’t fall for an obvious ambush like this one.
“No one?” he called again. “I guess I’ll just let myself in then.”
Tae had moved to the opposite side of the room. He watched as RM prodded open the door with the butt of his gun, throwing his arms wide as he stepped in the room.
“Agent V! So nice to see you! I hear you went rogue? Got yourself an art loving boyfriend? That is so millennial of you.” He laughed to fill the silence.
“I’m not here to give you a show.” Tae said.
“You’re not doing a great job of being boring, Tae Tae. Yoongi, oops should I say, Suga? He’s not doing well. Don’t even know if he’s alive right now to be honest. I may have hit his head too hard. I may have pistol whipped him into oblivion.”
“I’m so sick and tired of your bullshit old Hollywood villain act Namjoon. Your wasting precious oxygen with your shitty monologues. Will you just keep still and let me shoot you?”
“You probably could have done it like 20 times over by now.”
“Try around 30.”
“So why haven’t you done it yet? Too afraid? The idea of how final it would feel is terrifying to you. The second you pull that trigger, that rage that’s been fueling you? It will pfft into the air and you will be left with nothing. No Jungkook. No Yoongi. No purpose. You’d be killing yourself if you kill me, and is that really what you want? You and Jimin. The same sniveling bitches you’ve always-.”
“Fuck off man.” Taehyung snapped, and pulled the trigger so fast, Namjoon couldn’t finish his final insult. Tae watched Namjoon’s head snap backwards. He watched the blood splatter on the walls of the conference room that used to hold his entire reason for existence. He used to come here to be told what to do, and he loved it. He wasn’t in control, but the illusion was there.
Not it was an empty, blood covered concrete coffin, and Taehyung still loved it.
He adjusted his focus on Yoongi’s lifeless form. His heart threatened escape, and he placed one hand over it in an attempt to wrangle it back in place.
“Hey,” He said gently rolling Yoongi into his lap, “Hey my love. If you come back to me we can talk about Frida Kahlo again. What did you call her? A Bisexual icon with a unibrow that could turn misogynists to stone? That was you right?”
Nothing.
“Hey! This wasn’t the deal,” Tae jostled him again. “I said I wasn’t planning on coming out. You don’t count.”
Again, silence. Tae felt for a pulse, but he couldn’t tell if it was Yoongi or his own fingers pulsating. His heart was racing with pent up adrenaline and anxiety.
“Fuck. Yoongi. Why did you have to honestly do this? Why did you have to waltz into my life and waltz right back out without asking me either times? Who gave you the right?” Tae’s voice was pinched and quiet as he fought back tears.
“Who gave you the right?” A voice so small, Tae could hardly believe he didn’t imagine it came out of nowhere. “Your dumbass waltzed into my life just the same, don’t give me that woe is me shit.” Yoongi cracked one eye open, the other had swollen shut. Taehyung let out a strangled cry and clutched Yoongi tight to his body.
“Oh my god Yoongi, never ever do that again.”
“Can’t promise that.”
“Hey, let’s go somewhere with lots of tourists and warm weather and beaches.” Tae said, wiping tears from both their faces.
“That sounds awful and amazing,” Yoongi snorted. “I’ll bring the sunscreen.”
Oh my god guys. It’s done. It took me nearly two years and a lot of ups and downs. But finishing this (no matter how damn cheesy and awful it is) means that I am once again able to write for you guys. I know my hiatus was long and ridiculous, and no one is still reading. But I will be clearing my inbox of past asks and opening it back up for brand new ones. I’m wiping our slate clean, so please hit me up with your interesting, weird and out of the box ideas, friends!
Okay but like why is everyone hating on the possibility of BTS appearing on the Ellen Show?
She is by no means racist or disrespectful to any of her foreign guest that she’s previously had on her show. I saw that one of the reasons people don’t want them on the show was because of the language barrier but that wouldn’t be a problem she usually always has a translator with the guests who don’t speak English and there is also Joonie who usually translates for them. She is also all about charities and giving back. The boys just started their UNICEF Love Yourself campaign which she would 100% mention on the show and bring more attention to it as well as possible donations in some way. All which would be huge for the boys!
Whether they appear on the show or not let’s all just focus on giving our love and support to the boys no matter what they decided to do.
A/N: The final final part will be posted tomorrow! Love you all. Enjoy this fall break treat!
~Admin Ducky
Here’s the thing about time. It’s merciless. It pounds on forever, past the hurt and misery, past the laughter and happiness. Great Wars and cataclysms have all been bested by it. Taehyung knew this very well.
That’s why he didn’t care that he was dying.
He didn’t care because he knew it would happen eventually. I knew I wouldn’t die in my sleep, or surrounded peacefully by family members, he thought to himself while clutching his bleeding abdomen. At least this was something he could handle. A comfortable familiarity with the god of pain and goddess of suffering.
He just wished he didn’t have to die for this reason.
*******
“The plan is simple,” He told Yoongi while stretching his shoulders, “I don’t care if you come or not.”
“I’m coming,” Yoongi said distractedly. He and Tae were in his pure white living room. Yoongi was sitting on the couch, typing something on his laptop. Tae had been stretching for an hour, Yoongi supposed it was a nervous habit.
“Foolish,” Tae replied.
“I’ve been called worse,” Yoongi snorted, “by you actually.”
“I’ll never understand you, will I?”
“I don’t think you would ever understand me. Even if we didn’t die tomorrow like we both are planning to.”
“Fine.” There was something in Tae’s voice that made Yoongi look up for the first time in an hour, “You know what?”
“I know a who, and a why but I don’t know a what.”
“Shut your mouth Min Yoongi for once in your damn life.”
Then Taehyung was kissing him. Yoongi had fought him before. He had thrown knives, and punches, and kicks, but until then he had no idea Tae could move that fast. The laptop was discarded onto the floor as Tae pushed Yoongi’s back into the soft leather of the couch.
“It just occurred to me I won’t be able to kiss you in this life after tomorrow,” Tae breathed dangerously close to Yoongi’s ear, “and I want to memorize every last thing about you. I want to know the sounds you make. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before-,” He paused.
Yoongi took the small silence to lean forward and bite Tae’s lip.
“I don’t think I’ve told you before,” He laughed quietly into Tae’s mouth, “but my codename is Suga.”
“Oh?”
“Let me show you how I got it.”
The change from Yoongi to Suga was so immediate, Tae almost let him take charge-
Almost.
“Don’t think you can just-,” Tae began, but Suga took his lips and quieted the younger man. Using his strength, Suga shifted his body on top of Tae, never pausing their kiss. He let his right cup Tae’s face, and with the other, started trailing patterns into his chest. He was teasing him, playing with his nipples through his shirt and leaving nail marks on his arms.
Then, bracing his knees on either side of Tae’s hips, Suga unbuckled his pants. His stare was like sex itself, and Tae felt every movement in his core. He felt the phantom touch of his hands as Suga’s eyes roamed his body. He felt completely naked with all his clothes on.
Suga stood up momentarily to rip his and Tae’s clothes off, throwing them into a pile at the foot of the couch, on top of the laptop.
Then, Suga’s soft hands wrapped around Taehyung’s dick. Tae let out a moan he didn’t know he was keeping in, and his breathing became labored, Suga was pumping slowly, flicking his wrist slightly back and forth as his hand went up and own. Then, with a devilish smile that almost through Tae over the edge, he put his mouth around the tip of his penis. He treated the end like a lollipop as he swirled his wet tongue feverishly.
Tae was sweating, writhing, and moaning on the couch. He was sure the neighbors could hear. He didn’t care.
Then, Suga took his full length, deep-throating his entire cock easily.
Tae knew he was a mess. He had never known this feeling before, only the cold pleasure of doing this to others. It was easy to be the one on top, in total control. This was the freest he had ever felt in his entire existence. Totally at the mercy of the love of his life.
Suga let go of his dick with a comedic pop, and walked to his nightstand. He pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. Slipping on the condom and saturating his fingers with the lube, he settled back on the couch above Tae.
He leaned up and began kissing him passionately, before inserting a finger inside Tae. He let out a surprised gasp. He had never- he’s never been the one to-
Suga slide in a second finger, and then teased with a third. He pumped Tae’s dick in rhythm with his fingers. After a few minutes, he smiled at Tae like a fallen angel.
“Are you ready?”
“Y-yeah,” He breathed, unsure if Suga heard. He watched in silent anticipation as Suga settled at his entrance. He pushed in slowly. Taking a pace that was wonderful torture.
“Faster,” Tae moaned,” harder.”
“Not yet,” Suga smirked, and took his time.
Then, it seemed a demon took control of him, and Suga went for it.
Taehyung was overcome with pain and pleasure. The two began moaning erratically as they gripped each other’s bodies. Suddenly Suga went into overdrive, thrusting hard another five times into Tae.
Then, Yoongi’s face broke into the most ethereal expression Tae had ever seen, which sent him over the edge.
They came one after the other, and held each other for a few seconds. Tae moaned sadly when Yoongi slipped out of him.
“Oh my god,” He said, breathing loudly, “What the fuck was that?”
“If that’s the last time I’m having sex, it better have been that fucking good.”
*********
Taehyung’s lips pulled into a quivering smile as he remembered the night before. Tears or blood dripped from his face, and he moaned. This time, in total pain.
Yes, I understand we are horrible. But please don’t kill us we are trying to survive. Ducky stupidly wants all A’s and Daisy is working her ass off working and going to school nearly everyday.
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Ducky is caught up with all of her school work, so she will be posting more often.
Thank you to everyone who loves and supports us still.
Hi, can I request a scenario where your boyfriend Hoseok comes back from tour, and you rush home to surprise him when he arrives, only to find that he's already there, holding a puppy(or a kitten idk, it just seems like hobi's more of a dog person??) he smuggled into the apartment? Even though its against the building's rules to have pets, but you can't really stay mad at him because its him and you also love animals a lot.
Oh my god what a brilliant idea. I, too, am about to illegally smuggle a puppy into the apartment I share with Ducky, so I feel I’ll really be able to make this story convincing ;)
I’ve started writing and hope to have it up within the hour. Stay tuned!
Hello friends! Enjoy the next part! We are super close to the end!
~Admin Ducky
V could remember visiting Jungkook at the police academy at least once a week.
He was eighteen years old; a child.
His eyes were once full of excitement, potential, and the want to do good. The need to be good. V would smile to himself and imagine his brother would always look like a child to him. He had told V everyday of his life that someday he would be someone people could look up to, a “cool” guy. He would flex his thin, childlike arms and wink at his older brother.
“See, hyung? I’m strong. I can beat up anybody,” Jungkook was always so small.
V was the opposite of his brother. His body was always on edge, always ready for a fight. He had no want or need to be good. He knew his place in the universe. He had always known he and his brother would go separate ways.
Then, Jungkook graduated top of his class. V had been there, watching from the shadows as he had always done. He noticed his brother’s large smile had diminished into a thin cold line, and his eyes were guarded. Something had happened. Something had changed in him.
That was the first day he met Jimin.
“Is it truly you?” A voice sounded to the right, but V had known he was there.
“Is anyone truly themselves?” He answered, casually scratching his ear. He used this action to subtly glance at the owner of the voice, and gauged the probability of attack. The boy was short, but V studied his thighs through his black khaki’s. This kid’s kicks could cause serious damage. His profile was nice and defined, and V watched his jaw flex in the silence between them. V recognized him.
“The name is Jimin,” The boy told him, although he wasn’t looking at V. His gaze was distracted by the proceedings going on in the distance. The screams and laughter of new graduates, and their friends and family. V knew. He always knew potential. He recognized it in the way someone held themselves. He knew how to read it between their words, or the way their mouth settled after they spoke. He knew Jimin’s name. He had heard about him from Namjoon.
“What brings you here, Jimin?”
“A couple of things.” He was still distracted.
At that point V should have known. He should have been able to easily follow Jimin’s gaze. If only he had, would everything had still happened?
Would his brother still be dead?
***
“V. Hey. V! What are you doing?”
It was Yoongi’s voice.
V blinked rapidly and took in his surroundings. They were in a room. It was white. So bright it hurt his eyes, and the boy next to him was watching him with round eyes that reminded him of a lunar eclipse. Dark. Hidden.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You can’t get distracted, just think about if that happened during a battle, huh?”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Does anyone?”
“Cut the existentialism for at least three sentences and answer me something.”
“Fine.”
“What’s your plan? You can’t just walk into the front door, stab him, and waltz out like you didn’t just murder the head of the top assassination ring in the world.”
“Why not?”
“Why- why not?”
“Listen Yoongi, its simple. I don’t plan on making it out. Walking through the front door is easy if you never have to leave.”
“But-,” Yoongi started.
“I don’t know what you expect from me. I’m not someone who should be loved. I’m a killer. There are no pretty words, or sweet gestures that will take away that fact. Love doesn’t wipe your slate clean. It doesn’t give you the right to forget your past.”
“I-,” V wouldn’t let Yoongi get a full sentence out.
“I’m not asking you to follow me. You’re a grown ass man. You can do what you want. I just want you to know that. Before anything happens. I just want you to know that for however short of a time we have had together, its made me feel like I deserve a second chance. That fact alone is so important to me, I cannot put it into words.” V let the words rush out. He didn’t think about them. He didn’t want to think. He was so damn past thinking.
“If things were different, could we be together?” His voice was small.
“If things were different I’m sure we would be together. In some way or another I’m sure we always find each other.”
The silence between the two seemed like a comfortable darkness, even though the room seemed to be made of light itself.
“Why did Jungkook become an assassin?”
“He wasn’t doing it because he wanted to be a killer. In fact, it was the opposite that drew him into the profession. He refused to kill anyone that did not deserve it.”
“That’s a touchy topic, isn’t it? The vague concept of who deserves what, and who has the right to decide.”
“Yes, but if there was anyone qualified enough, it was Jeon Jungkook.”
***
The first time V had heard of Jungkook becoming involved in his lifestyle was from Jimin, exactly a year and twelve days from their first meeting.
“So, V.”
“What?”
“Have you heard of the new kid?”
“There are always new kids.”
“I think you should know about this one.” The way he said it made V glance at him. He found himself glaring out of instinct.
V had never cared to know, but everyone told him anyway. It had been how he first heard of Jimin. It would always be how he heard of everyone. He supposed people just wanted to tell him things, like doing so would earn them some sort of brownie points.
Ngl I'm rly excited to see what happens next in both Crazy In Love and Conceptual Monotony! Love your works btw!
Just posted the next part to crazy in love! I’m going to focus on finishing that one before I work on conceptual monotony. I can tell you we are pretty close to end though!
A/N: How is everyone? Don’t forget to drink some water, its getting really hot outside. Enjoy the weather, and your summer freedom. Don’t forget to take care of yourselves. Its important to be a little selfish sometimes you know. Take a long bath, or make a special dinner all for yourself.
Hope you guys enjoy! Love you guys.
~Admin Ducky
“Think back.” Yoongi’s voice echoed. Where? Everywhere. He felt it reverberate in his chest, even though the words were whispered through the downpour that refused to stop.
Back? How far back? Back to the exact second the light disappeared from his brother’s eyes? Back to the first time he held him, a tiny infant blind and dumb to the world?
“What was the last conversation you had with him?”
“I didn’t. I didn’t talk to him. The last time I saw him was-,” Taehyung froze and squinted his eyes in confusion, “Wait a minute. Jungkook is- Jungkook isn’t dead.”
“What?”
“I just saw him, he was there when I got my orders to kill you.”
“That’s impossible.”
“-and then you came back without cleaning up your mess, hands shaking, tears in your eyes, and whimpering. I thought this was the end of your little foray into the dark side. I thought you might just go back to being a dirty cop somewhere, but no.”
Tae remembered. He finally remembered.
“I’ve been seeing him,” He whispered, “Memories. Memories that seem real.”
“Jungkook is dead, Taehyung.”
“I know. I know he is, sometimes I- I forget. Sometimes he isn’t.”
Yoongi looked at him, and then slowly pulled him into a gentle hug. They sat there for a little bit, rain beating bruises into their backs, and memories beating bruises into their hearts. Tae closed his eyes and focused on the thereness of Yoongi’s arms. They were encircling him with no amount of reservation. They were punctuated with periods instead of question marks. They were like a blanket on the longest day of winter. Warm even though their owner was so damn cold all the time.
“I’m so sorry,” Tae whispered into Yoongi’s soaked chest, trying to distinguish the rain and the tears, “I’m so sorry you fell in love with me.”
“Don’t be. Love shouldn’t be apologized for, it just is. The actual concept of love should be celebrated. Sometimes people warp it into the shape they decide it should be, and that’s when it isn’t love anymore.”
“What is it then?”
“Hate.”
“Hate?”
“They’re twins you know. Love and Hate. They feed off the same emotions, and exist in the same hearts. They are a constant as old as the universe itself.”
“Do you really like art, Yoongi?” he laughed at Tae’s question.
“I’m truly a student here, Tae. Art is the form love takes in my heart,” Yoongi looked down at Tae’s shivering body, and smiled fondly, “Come with me, let me clean you up.”
Yoongi took Taehyung to his apartment. It was a tiny one bedroom studio on the twentieth floor of a building downtown. It had a view of the art district, and half-finished paintings hung everywhere. They offered the only color, and Tae had to squint against the stark expanse of ivory that covered his place from floor to ceiling. In a few minutes, Yoongi had changed Tae out of his clothes and into an oversized sweater and joggers. He thrust a cup of hot Americano in his hands and wrapped a comforter around his body as he pushed him on to his futon/couch.
“Sit. Drink.”
Tae did both of those things.
“Don’t speak, it’s my turn now.”
“I-,” Tae started, but Yoongi’s hand was faster than his words and covered his mouth in a flash, “Do you ever listen?” Tae shook his head from behind the older boy’s hand.
“Shh. I told you it was turn now. I suppose I should start by telling you that Namjoon and I are related. Not by our blood, but the blood of others if you know what I mean. We were inseparable at one point in our lives. I regarded him as though one might regard a statue of a deity. Respect. Admiration. Terror. I felt that he was always watching; always judging,” He looked out of the window at a flock of birds passing by, “You could even say he was my best friend.”
“How did that change?”
“One day I got a message from a rival group. They told me in very few words that I was about to be double crossed. I didn’t trust it of course. Why would I?”
“Well?”
“They were right,” Tae had noticed Yoongi’s fingertips had started to trace patterns in his leg as it jumped up and down slightly, “and you can guess who did it. Namjoon had waited until I was vulnerable and then-,” Yoongi lifted his shirt to show Tae a scar six inches in length and one inch in width.
“That’s a pretty nasty scar.”
“It’s a pretty nasty memory too,” He laughed bitterly, sipping on his Americano to disguise the taste, “It turns out that Namjoon had received an offer from the same rival group to terminate me. They wanted us to take each other out.”
“Who is this group?”
“Ironic really.”
“What?”
“You’re working for them. After Namjoon attacked me; he went back and killed their leader and took her place.”
“How does my brother fit into all of this?”
“It was an accident. Neither of us knew he would follow us.”
“Follow you?”
“-on the mission. He was better than we could imagine. Neither of us had any idea. He had seen Namjoon try to take me out, and intervened in time to save me. Then-,” Yoongi paused.
“It was him wasn’t it,” Tae whispered, looking at his reflection in his coffee. Yoongi just nodded.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to cut him to pieces. I’m going to make him scream for his life, and then I am going to end it just as soon as he thinks he might live,” Tae looked up into Yoongi’s eyes and he saw a change in them. The line between Tae and V had drawn itself there, as though Tae had vanished completely. Yoongi swallowed, letting his fear cut his throat on the way down.
“I will take what is so precious to him and I will destroy it.” V lifted an eyebrow and downed his coffee in one gulp. Standing up from the couch, V rolled his shoulder back and forth, stretching the weakness from his muscles.
“Show me your weapons.”
“Talk dirty to me,” Yoongi smirked. He had no plans to stop V. He just hoped afterwards he would be able to find his Kim Taehyung again in the aftermath.
D: I want to know what's happening! Ahh Dx the story is so goooooood! I can't wait for the next chapter! I wonder what happened to Jeongguk.. I mean.. what happened that triggered Tae so much? Gosh. I have to know
Genre: Assassin!Tae and Student!Yoongi/Assassin!Yoongi
Pairings: Taegi
Word Count: 1002
A/N:
Hello lovelies! The semester is finally over! I passed all of my classes, and I am so ready to return to all of your loving arms! Enjoy another part to Crazy in Love? Daisy and I will be going through our requests all week. I wish everyone a wonderful and happy start to the summer <3
~Admin Ducky
How?
How had this boy been so close to him? How had he never known what he was capable of?
The words that had left Yoongi’s mouth fell to the ground and shattered like ice. Tae couldn’t help but watch the pieces scatter on the pavement. Yoongi’s eyes never left Tae’s face.
“You-, you know my-.”
“Yes. I know everything you dumb boy.”
“H-how?” He could only muster the strength for that one broken word. Yoongi laughed bitterly as though wanted to be anywhere but here, “I can’t tell you everything.”
“What can you tell me?”
“I can tell you I’m sorry. I can tell you that you’ll leave here bleeding. I can tell you that you will find out things about me from your precious leader and they will not be true. I can tell you that everything you know is a lie.”
“My leader?”
“Namjoon. He is the puppeteer my dear Taehyung. He is controlling your every move, exploiting your need for revenge. He’s made you what you are because he needs a dog. Someone he can order around, and know without a shadow of a doubt that you will listen. He has been lying to you Taehyung. Ask him about four years ago.”
“Yoon-,” Tae’s voice was no more than a whisper as he begged him to stop. Please, please don’t say it, he begged with his eyes.
“Ask him about your little brother,” He paused, hesitant to continue his statement, “Ask him who really killed Jungkook, and you will understand why you are standing there in the first place.”
Something broke inside of V at that moment. The love he had felt for the boy in front of him disappeared entirely. All he saw of him through his red-tinged vision was a mark. He was a mission. He needed to be eradicated from this earth, immediately. Yoongi saw Tae’s transformation into V. He saw the way he held himself change. His muscles tensed, and his body instinctively slide into an attack position. His right hand had moved to his side, as though he was ready to throw something.
Yoongi sighed.
“I suppose this conversation is over.”
No response.
“Taehyu-.”
“V.”
“Tae.”
“Min Yoongi, I have been sent by a highly classified and elite circle of assassins to carry out the task of your extermination. You are allowed ten seconds to proclaim your final words. I will mark them in my heart and carry them until the day I am judged by the universe at my final Death.”
There was ten seconds of silence, as Taehyung abided by his promise, and then they were a blur of movement. Tae had thrown a knife from a hidden pocket in his pants as he was sprinting towards Yoongi. Yoongi deflected as though he was swatting a fly, and stayed motionless for the amount of time it took V to reach him. Then, he threw a well-aimed punch at his solar plexus, just barely skimming the surface of V’s stomach as he blocked it in one smooth motion.
It took each of them mere seconds to assess just how evenly matched they were.
They exchanged blow after blow, each one of them blocking each other. The wind and rain had picked up around them, covering up their grunts with the roll of thunder and the flash of lightning.
Ask them about your little brother.
Yoongi’s voice echoed suddenly in V’s head. He ignored it. V didn’t have a little brother. V had a mission to do. He didn’t have time to be distracted by such things, he had to-.
Ask them who really killed Jungkook.
Suddenly all he could see in his mind was the face of his smiling brother. His eyes were closed, and his arms were raised. He was seventeen years old. Tae had taken him hiking. Tae had felt happiness for the first time in a long while.
“STOP,” His throat tore at the ferocity in which he screamed. Yoongi halted immediately, eyes wide, mouth forming a small ‘o’.
“Stop,” Tae pleaded again, “stop. Oh god please stop.”
“Taehyung?” The fierce battle between the two of them was gone, blown away in the wind.
Tae had fallen to his knees, and covered his face in his hands. Yoongi knelt slowly in front of him, suddenly very aware at how cold he was.
“Tae?”
“Please.”
“I stopped Tae, I don’t know why in the hell I stopped, but I did. I’m right here. God. Fuck. I’m right here, you dumb, stupid, ridiculous boy.”
“Who?” Yoongi had to strain to hear his fragile whisper, “Who killed my little brother Yoongi?”
“Tell me what you know.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. If you tell me what you know I will tell you everything. I promise.”
“Just seconds ago, you were trying to kill me. How can I trust you?”
“The ten seconds you gave me for my final words. There was trust there, ancient trust between warriors, yes?”
“Yes.”
“You have my word. I will tell you everything I know.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know why. I don’t know anything right now. I’m soaking wet, kneeling on the cold hard pavement of an empty college campus. I’m bleeding from a pretty deep cut on my right hand, and I am still totally in love with a boy who wants to kill me,” He smiled as Tae’s eyes widened to infinity.
“In l-love?”
“Yeah. You idiot. In love.”
“I don’t know if can accept that.”
“That’s fine. You did just throw a lot of knives at me. That’s a lot to handle in a day.”
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“I’ll start by telling you that Jungkook had the potential to be the greatest assassin in the world.”
