Crazy in Love? pt. 8
Genre: assassin!tae, student!yoongi, assassin!yoongi, assassin!jungkook
Pairings: Taegi, Jikook
Word count: 984
A/N:
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.
“His name is Jungkook.”
***
The plan was simple. Get revenge.
V never planned on living past tomorrow.