𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻

This isn't how Hoseok wanted his life to go.

On the outside, everyone sees him as a psychopath. Which - sure, he is - but he wasn't always like this. He was a simple man making his way in the world. A dancer in university studying marketing, hoping that dancing would work out for him but majoring in something else in case it didn't. He had a backup plan to his backup plan to his backup plan. Organized. Determined. Skilled. That's how his friends described him.

But now, with him standing over the dead man, a knife in his hand... he's none of those things. "Thank you Mr. Jung. As I said before, you're useful to me for this reason only," Mr. Jeon says behind him. Mr. Jung looks at what he's done, hating himself for it.

It all changed when he was threatened. He was just doing the right thing, saving a girl from two men in an alleyway. Little did he know that girl didn't need saving. She killed them, snapped both their necks. That day changed everything. It started his descent into madness.

Little did he know at the time, that girl was Y/n L/n. Sirena, as many call her. She's beautiful, just like the sirens she's named after. Right around the corner was her boss, Mr. Min. They found Hoseok hiding in the shadows, too scared to move. When they learned his intentions, they took him in. Cherished him, almost. Everything seemed okay until they had him kill.

Out of fear, he obeyed. They threatened him and threatened him and threatened him. His family, everything. His codename was Perduto since he never wanted to give up his name. No one knew Jung Hoseok until the day he took a risk. He and his few 'friends' in Mr. Min's mafia left to form their own thing. At first, Hoseok did it with the intent to escape the world he was trapped in. Then... he learned that he can never leave. Even if he did, he'd be tracked down and killed.

So here he is, standing over the dead body of a man he never knew the name of. This could've been him if he tried to leave. Every time he kills, he tells himself that if he didn't pull the trigger, someone else would've. Someone would've pulled it on him too. In this world it's either kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest, as many say.

Hoseok knows Y/n won't remember him, but she started this madness. His descent into the world he hates so much. He never wanted this, but here he is, working for one of the most powerful men in New York. Mr. Jeon is watching Hoseok's every move nowadays.

Speaking of Mr. Jeon, there's two reasons why he combined forces with the man. A) to also get revenge on Y/n for bringing him into this world and B) so he doesn't have to worry about being killed in his sleep. Having protection from the second biggest power in New York leads to safety. Mr. Kim is only slightly above Jungkook now. Slightly.

"Have your spies found out where Mr. Park and Miss L/n are yet, Mr. Jung?" Jungkook's voice asks. His voice has always been so commanding... so loud. Booming, even. 

"We'll find out soon. Check in is in twenty minutes," Hoseok replies, trying to sound intimidating, but he knows it's not working.

One thing Hoseok tried before is going to the police. It didn't work. He was almost caught by a member of his own mafia. That would've been awkward if they found him inside the police station. So he never bothered with it again. Sounds weak, giving up, but he had to. Otherwise he'd be dead. It's as he said - kill or be killed. Once you're in, you can't get out. These are dangerous, dangerous people. Emotionless too, the worst combo. One wrong move and Hoseok is gone.

"Mr. Jung, my office please," Jungkook's voice says. Hoseok drops the knife, several men rushing forward to help clean up. Without even replying he follows Jungkook up the stairs, walking into the office space. It's dark but that's expected. Jungkook has always had a darker style, and that only increased after he lost his beloved.

"I'm sure you know why I called you in here," Jungkook says, sitting behind his black wood desk. 

Hoseok chooses to stand, biting back his urge to scoff. "I don't actually. I figured I was just here because we're partners." 

Jungkook softly laughs. "You're older than me yet so naïve. Hoseok... can I call you that?" He nods. "Hoseok, you and I have a common enemy. The L/n girl."

Hoseok takes a few steps closer, stopping in front of one of the chairs only a foot away from Mr. Jeon's desk. "You despise her as much as I do, correct?" 

"I'm sure you despise her more. I have my own reasons to hate her, but she didn't kill anyone I loved," Hoseok says, trying not to come off as antagonistic. That's the last thing he wants to do.

Jungkook chuckles. "Fair. Still, you despise her, correct?" Hoseok gives the younger man a firm nod. Crazy how Jungkook is a few years younger than him but still manages to strike so much fear into him. "Right," Mr. Jeon says, clicking his tongue. He leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together. "Why aren't you handling this personally?" 

"Why aren't you?" Hoseok asks, finally growing a pair to stand up to authority. 

Jungkook seems amused by his sudden demeanor. "Touché. I'll admit Mr. Jung, you continue to surprise me." Without another word, Jungkook stands, walking over to Hoseok's side.

He pats him on the shoulder, staying quiet for another moment before hovering his lips near the older man's ear. "Find them... you won't like what happens if you don't," he whispers. Hoseok stands tall, choosing to just nod rather than verbally reply. Jungkook seems pleased by his silence, walking out of the room as quickly as he came in it. As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, Hoseok breaks down. This isn't how he wanted his life to go. Not in the slightest...