Dog Days Are Over ◆ JeonJungkook /ON HOLD/

6 - Soup-er Sad!

"Calm down, missy. I'm not here for you." I lowered the knife, not because I trusted his words, but because he actually looked kind of pathetic.

Skinny and pale, with nervous sweat stuck to his upper lip. The man was wearing a god damn suit, which I came to find pretty pretentious, the fabric worn with dirt and sweat stains. His silly top hat was really the cherry on top and I had a hard time with preventing myself from asking him about it. Maybe he was bald.

"The fuck you want?" I eyed him skeptically, hoping to somehow convey how distasteful I found his fashion choice.

"I came for the gentleman you're traveling with."

Gentleman was one way to describe him, but definitely not the one I'd choose.

"What's your business with him?" I had a rough idea, but asking didn't hurt.

"Look, Miss, I think you don't really know who you're traveling with here." The skinny man smiled nervously, wiping his (most likely sweaty) hands on his dress pants while talking.

"But you do?" I cocked a brow, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"Yes, and all I can tell you right now is that this guy is  very dangerous."

Deciding that I was feeling funny today, I opened my eyes wide, mouth forming a concerned 'o', "What? Really? How could that be." For emphasis I pressed my hands against my chest, like the actor of a very bad drama.

"It's... complicated. Just know that you're in danger around him..." Top Hat Guy trailed off vaguely, "But don't worry! We- I can help you." I couldn't believe he was falling for this.

I gasped, pressing both hands against my lips before bursting into a smile, "You'd really do that? For me? Thank you!"

"Y-Yes! Don't worry." He prompted, relieved once he had successfully persuaded me into believing him, "You just have to do one thing for me."

"What is it?" I bubbled enthusiastically.

"You have to make him come to Yokohama Port tomorrow morning, no matter what. Can you do that?" The anxious wrinkles on his forehead deepened. I couldn't help but to look down on him, who was clearly not as good an actor as I was.

I beamed, "Sure! And then I won't be in danger anymore?"

Top Hat Guy obviously couldn't believe his luck, shaky hands coming up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, "Y-Yeah. But- remember; You cannot tell him anything about me. Don't mention me or what I told you at all, alright?"

I frowned seriously, stepping forth to take both his sweaty-as-shit hands in mine, "Sir, I promise you, I won't tell him anything. My lips are sealed, I swear by my soul."

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"I met a guy outside."

"Oh?" Jungkook was partly aware of how concerning that was, but the pyramid he was trying to build out of empty soup cans was a lot more important in the moment.

"He wants me to make you go to Yokohama Port tomorrow."

"Hm."

"He told me not to tell you about it though."

"That's weird, how would you make me go to the port without me knowing about it?"

"Right? He was fucking weird." I agreed, wiping my hands on one of Jungkook's shirts with a disgusted look, after just having touched the probably grossest pair of hands known to man kind, "He was wearing a top hat an all."

Now that made Jungkook stop, "He was wearing a what?"

"A top hat."

"Is he stupid? Who in hell walks around wearing hats during the apocalypse??"

"I know right?! It was so distracting!"

...

Jungkook went back to his can pyramid.

"Do you know him?"

"Probably not- FUCKING FUCK SHIT I FUCKING I HATE THIS SHITWORM BULLSHIT GO DIE!" Jungkook's screams were accompanied by a ton of soup cans tumbling onto the ground pitifully.

With an exasperated huff he got up, kicking against the metal items angrily, before proceeding to also wipe his hands on the aforementioned shirt of his, "D'ya think I should go to the port?"

"Definitely not."

"Hm. I think I'll go to the port."

"Of course you do." I sighed, slumping down onto the dusty sofa of the apartment we took over for now. The sun was starting to rise slowly, reminding me of how little sleep my completely out-of-pocket partner had gotten again, "Is there any way I can prevent you from going?"

"No." Jungkook whistled happily.

"You know it's a trap, right?"

"Babe, a trap would be something like an unexpected ambush. This is an invitation." He beamed, fingers combing through my hair soothingly.

"Can I come with-"

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely not." He chimed decidedly, hand in my hair swaying my head back and forth for emphasis.

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to signalize that his constant stroking-my-hair was doing nothing in calming my nerves.

"Look, Chickie," He grinned thrilled, flicking my forehead playfully, "-these people gotta be idiots. Don't cha worry about me."

How could I possibly not?

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Jungkook left as soon as the sun was up, leaving me alone in our hide out, with the feeling of a young wife waiting for her soldier husband to come back from war.

"Stupid fucking Jungkook." I kicked against the sofa frustrated, a cloud of dust puffing up into the air, "Won't fucking listen to me."

If it would've been Prowlers I wouldn't have given a flying fuck wether he went or not. Jungkook's a big boy after all.

But those- those were humans and humans are smart and certifiably good at killing other humans. On top of that did we not know who and how many people there were - all we knew was that they obviously were aware of his fun past as an assassin, so that wasn't a good sign already.

Alone with my thoughts, were latter louder than the steps behind me. I fully blame Jungkook making me worry on this, but I noticed the guys invading our hide out only when one of them accidentally kicked against one of the soup cans Jungkook had scattered all over the floor earlier that night, a loud, metallic crash making me whip around shocked.

"Jimmy, you fucking idiot!"

Then I felt a sharp pain on my forehead and the world went dark.

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fucking jimmy

xx