Clandestine Threads {THV X JK}

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That doe eyes paled. Fuck yeah.

"How--How did you..?" His speech stammered. My eyes flickered at his gash and back in his eyes. Who did this to him? Why do I even care?

"I don't think you can hide such things from an INTERPOL officer huh?" I mocked. His fist clenched. I noticed how the veins on his arms popped, giving his tattoos a 3D look. Just as I like--- What am I even thinking?

Jeon Jeongguk. Attempted 3 murders. Never got caught-reckless bish. "You left 5 shreds of evidence every time you someone murdered Jeon. Each fucking time."

"His brow arched, he took a sit on the couch...manspreading his thighs. Oh damn. I hate him with ahh darkness in the world but not going to lie Man got those THICC thighs.

"Police here were so dumb they didn't catch you, You lucky bastard" Cause I cleared the shreds of evidence.

"You can't prove me Kim" He chuckled. I laughed.

I took my phone out and opened up a PDF. I knew it would it helpful. I threw the phone on his lap and smirked. " See...Jeongguk"

"It's Jungkook" He flared. He lied. His identity. A Lier. My smirk grew wider when his face frowned at the document, his fingers tapping my screen nervously. I had all his evidence. No one has the right to destroy Jeongguk. Only I can kill him. Only I can fathom blissfully in is grief. He read everything carefully, his skin reflecting the brightness of my screen. I walked up near this balcony, dark curtains falling over the glass, hiding the city lights and fog. My leave will come to an end soon. I have to silence him here now... Put my hatred on pause before my biggest mission in life. Bringing down Syndi --- "You have 300 Jung Hoseok memes Kim?"

This little bish is sneaking into my gallery when I just gave him a death threat? Oh, good Lord, I rolled my eyes internally before snatching my phone. "Don't ever see my gallery!"

He smirked before asking me more questions. Why me?

"Going to France next week huh?" He mocked. Low class bish. "Yeah, I can't survive without French wines...Soju is filthy." His brows arched. Am I pissing him off? Yes. Am I enjoying it? Yes. Every fucking second.

"Why were you at museum tonight Kim?"
"None of your business Jeon" I snapped back.
"You came there to see me."

Yes. I came to see you.

"No. I didn't even knew your filthy presence." I lied. I knew him like breathing.
"What are you doing here?"
"I said it none of your business!"
"Don't forget its my house Kim."
"House that I fucking bough---" I paused. Fuck.

"This house...Is mine too. Everywhere you go, every fucking atom that exists in your presence registers to me. Every piece of fabric that touches your skin belongs to me. Your every breath is mine." I teeth gritted as i stabbed the skin over his filthy heart. "Mine. Do you understand?"

He eyes went wide as they met the flaring monster in mine. "You're delusional"

For you...Yes.

"Listen to me Jeongguk, stay miles away from me. Better find a decent job and record before I kill you..."

"What if i say I want you to kill me? He raised his brow. The audacity.

"I will then."

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