Jungkook's hands shook by his side as he stood distantly from the small group of people who were waiting for the bus. He was taking a big leap today and he was beginning to wonder if he should back out and just go to a library or a coffee shop.
'No, no, it's fine'
But the more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became. The bus is dirty and there's so many unpredictable people that ride it. Something terrible could happen to him. But he had prepared for the dirtiness, bringing a plastic cover with him for him to sit on, however, he brought nothing to protect him from the people. His hands were shaking so he stuffed them inside his pockets, shutting his eyes tight as he tried to will down the nausea that was rising with his anxiety.
'You'll be fine'
He studied the traffic and the hours in which the bus is busy beforehand so he knew that now the traffic was moderately busy and the bus wouldn't be as full. He planned to sit near the front, barely in the middle so it would decrease the chance of someone sitting beside him. Most people aimed for a seat in the back or the very front, they wouldn't walk from the front to sit in the middle and they wouldn't be willing to make the shameful walk from the back so they'd settle with sitting with someone if the back got full.
Plus, if Jungkook popped his earbuds in and stared out the window, his all-black attire and dark demeanour would hopefully scare people away from wanting to sit with him.
But if it came down to it, then he'd get off at the next stop.
He could see the bus now. It was at the stoplight on his left. His heart was hammering against his chest as the vehicles at the light began to move forward. The bus crept forward until the breaks began to squeal as it stopped directly in front of him. The doors opened and he took a step forward.
Bile rose in the back of his throat and his steps faltered as the confidence he tried to build caved in. He took a step backwards, suddenly fully aware that he was about to board a filthy bus. He'd be stuck in there with people breathing all around him, looking at him. He'd sit on a seat that probably hasn't been cleaned in months...years.
"If you're just going to stand there, get out of the way." Said someone, but Jungkook barely heard it.
It was hard to hear anything as the beating of his heart bellowed in his ears and muffled every other sound around him.
Time slowed and Jungkook's stomach flipped upside down. It felt as though something exploded in his head and he closed his eyes as the sun suddenly became too bright. Nausea, migraine, palpitation. All noise was drowned out and Jungkook felt as though he were sinking into the black abyss behind his eyes.
And then suddenly, reality crashed back over him like a wave. Noise exploded around him: cars, horns, talking. The brightness faded away into the city's usual dullness. And his heart had stopped so that a cold, everlasting chill settled around his body.
He felt something hard — metal, maybe — against the small of his back.
"Walk."
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Taehyung was disgusted by himself.
He stared at the picture in his gallery, wondering what came over him the night he took it. It was a picture of Jungkook. He was sleeping, having kicked and pulled the hot duvet off of him. Why had he taken it?
He's been allowing Jungkook to stay at his house since Jimin and Seokjin were on their ass and he wasn't ready to give in just yet.
Why? He didn't know.
And that was becoming an infuriating but also interesting trend with Taehyung ever since he got himself involved with the peculiar boy. He's often found himself questioning his actions and having no answer. He couldn't say he enjoyed the feeling of not knowing what he was doing, but it was, nevertheless, an interesting feeling.
He's never pursued relationships outside of whatever he had with Jimin. So being attracted to someone like Jeon Jungkook was surprising to him. He couldn't deny his attraction or interest as he's learned that denying any truth only caused problems that could've easily been prevented.
He very much enjoyed the feeling of being around Jungkook and he was never one to shy away from enjoyable experiences. It's a reason why he stalked for long periods of Time, why he killed so often, why he stayed behind to add his signature work to his victims. They were all enjoyable experiences and he didn't plan to stop.
But Taehyung understood the problems that could arise if he pressed too far into whatever it is he and Jungkook had. His boyfriend. He knew exactly what he was walking into, however, his curiosity was at it's peak.
What could possibly happen?
He frowned when his other phone began to ring. Turning his personal phone off, he fished his family phone out of his pocket. Taehyung scoffed when he saw it was Seokjin and he contemplated just letting it ring. But he knew Seokjin would throw a tantrum if he didn't answer as he tapped the answer icon and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Where are you?" Seokjin asked, his voice too calm. It held malice, but only the trained ear could sense the venom.
"You're interrupting me," Taehyung stated, "I'm busy. I know you love talking to me, but at least wait until I arrive ho—"
"Who do you think you are, Taehyung?" Seokjin snapped, "you think you can just waltz in, attack one of your fellow members, and leave??"
The corner of Taehyung's lip twitched. "Well, I'm not familiar with the waltz. Foxtrot maybe."
"You understand that you had no right to do that, correct?" Seokjin asked.
"Well, I did have a right. Jimin offended me and, as you and Luci stated, we are allowed to retaliate and how we do so is up to us. I was creative with my retaliation."
"Ghost is a respected member. He's higher than you and Jimin."
"Authority means nothing to me."
Silence followed and Taehyung nonchalantly picked at his fingernails, cringing at the dirt that flicked out from beneath them. Jungkook would die if he saw that and that thought alone made Taehyung release a huff of air that could be considered a chuckle. He glanced up from his car, watching a woman clinging to a man quickly walk by his car. They had no idea he was watching them.
It was funny. Jungkook would've known. His sixth sense would've been activated and he would have turned and connected eyes with Taehyung. And despite Jungkook's obvious lack of self-confidence and abundant anxiety, he would've maintained eye contact.
But these people...the ones that lived freely, carelessly...they easily became victims. Because they were so unaware that Taehyung almost felt it was God's way of telling him that he should kill them. If he believed in God, of course.
"Jin? Did you hang up?" Taehyung asked, bringing himself back to reality after forgetting his boss was on the phone.
"You need to come back to Ground," Seokjin demanded, "we need to have a talk on your recent behaviour."
"Are you going to put me in time out?" Taehyung asked, "the way your dad did?"
With that, the call ended and Taehyung considered it a win. He knew that bringing Seokjin's father into the conversation was a low blow, but he quite enjoyed the way the older man got almost sick at the mere mention. Of course, Seokjin has grown to expect such foul play from Taehyung but the younger man occasionally manages to get under his skin.
Only Namjoon knew exactly what Seokjin went through as a child and the rest only knew bits and pieces. Taehyung knew enough that Seokjin's father was the devil himself.
Sighing, Taehyung started his car. He had nothing else to do today besides pick Jungkook up from the park where he promised to be at after his bus ride. So he had time to kill and what better way to kill it than meeting with a pouting Seokjin?
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