listen before i go - vkook | REWRITING

test drive

All he could see was bloody, deep red. Crimson waterfalls constantly cascading over his eyes. His hands moved before he could control them, reaching out to Kain in an attempt at vengeance. Fingernails curled into the flesh of a neck as Kain was dragged to the wall behind him, being shoved so forcefully that paintings nearby fell from their places on the wall and cracked against the hardwood floor beneath their feet.

"You've overstepped," Jeon seethed between thinly stretched lips pressed firmly against his teeth. Oftentimes, when he became angry, the young man could never find a moment to calm down. He'd act before he thought. However, his eyes slowly began to wander back to the floor where his new plaything lay, bleeding out.

His mind found an entirely new wave of anger.

After a moment of contemplation, he realized that he had been choking out the only man who knew all of his secrets. The only man who knew what he was truly capable of, and chose to be his family anyway.

His fingernails began to slowly remove themselves from Kain's throat, but not without leaving deep gashes in the frail, pale skin that began to ooze that all too familiar crimson. "Don't fucking let it happen again. Am I clear?" The Head's fingers shook gently, and as he glanced back at the boy on the floor, bleeding out, he was reminded of a past life.

One that he specifically chose not to remember. That he'd pushed to the back of his mind, refused to ever even think about again.

–

He smiles. That was the only thing he could manage to sort out amongst all of the other emotions floating around in his mind.

A gentle breeze tickled against the short hairs on his forearms and shins, the frigid temperature of the ocean water brushing against his feet making him shift and move closer to the man next to him. When his brightly lit brown eyes moved from the body of water to where the man sat at his side, the sun just happened to catch his features and light them up, like an angel had made their way down from the heavens and had simply planted themselves where they sat. His eyes were such a bright, verdant green you would have thought they were Mother Nature's own design.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed into the air, noticing how the smile on the man's plump lips stretched just the slightest bit wider. "Thank you, Ggukkie," the man chuckled out, his dark green eyes moving sluggishly until they managed to meet the teenager's. The older male reached his hand out just a little further, crossing the two's hands and fingers. "Just wanted to hold you," he said with finality, and that was it.

The two shared no more words that day, together on that beach, their innocent smiles never faltering.

Jeongguk was in love.

–

"G-Gguk! Where are you? Please! Help me!" The older male choked out, his green eyes bloodshot and crazed. They searched each and every corner they could find, desperate to find an answer, a person, a weapon - anything but what he was currently seeing. All the man could find was the endless darkness, running out of options and the fear slowly began to creep in. The room was cold, no light or life to be found, and not a sound was made. He thought he was alone.

Jeon Jeongguk stood before the man, the room blacked out, a sadistic smirk on his face.

This man had betrayed his trust and used his own words against him. At one point, sure, he'd thought what he had was love for this man but now? No. No, no, no. All he held in his heart now was the feeling of betrayal and hatred. Disgust.

Oh, right. He knew why. The man had used him and made him believe that he loved Jeongguk in return, only to betray him and sell his information off to another rival gang. Jeon Jeongguk's father was the Head, and the idea of his son being gay? It would toast him.

Jeon Jeongguk had to shut the rumors down, one way or another.

What sent a better message than your rumored lover's body left behind with your own personal touch on it?

"Oh, Joonie, please," He said gently, albeit the tone was slightly forced, "We both know why you're here." Jeon Jeongguk's freshly polished dress shoes clicked against the concrete floor, his eyes managing to navigate the darkness and locate the wooden chair that Kim Namjoon had been tightly forced into and tied to. The grin only seemed to widen at the sight, and at the prospect of making this man suffer. Namjoon released heavy puffs of air from his thick lips, god, those beautiful lips. If only they hadn't chosen to move for the wrong person.

"When you cry to me, you only waste your tears and your time," He paused, a thin, nimble finger reaching up to slowly graze at the underside of the older male's jawline. It dragged it's way all the way from the tip of his ear down the edge of his jaw to the tip of his chin, ever so slowly, simply to drag it out.

"The only question left, though, is how do I make you suffer? I want this to be fun."

–

Kim Namjoon's body was found 48 hours later, limbs bent out of shape and bruises littered across his entire body, likely from repeated strikes from a pipe.

Across the man's forehead were gruesomely carved the initials J.J., and Jeon Jeongguk was no longer.

Only Jeon remained.

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"Get him to a fucking hospital," The Head spat. "If he dies, so do you, you fucking idiot."

But the instant Kain made a move to shift away from his enraged Head and go to aid Taehyung, the young man slowly sat himself up, his head lazily hanging to the side. His shadowed eyes managed to find Jeon's, the purely evil smile returning to his crimson-stained lips. V's hands moved down his torso sluggishly, attempting to locate the source of his injury and pain.

A grunt of pain escaped V's lips, his eyes darting away from the Head and to anywhere else in the room. The young man made an attempt to stand, but his hands crumpled beneath the weight of his body and an excruciating sound of a piercing sound met Kain and Jeon's ears. Blood began to ooze from the wound faster, only making his injury worse.

"You... what the fuck are you? He just fucking shot you," Jeon breathed out incredulously, in utter shock that the man continued to move. "What are you standing there for? Call our doctor or something. Stop being a bumbling idiot and move!"

Why did Kim Taehyung have to remind Jeon of him?

Of that... man.