One-shots |knj + ksj| (eng)

Bad friends

WARNING!!: mentions of sexual assault, drugging, maybe~ slight murder (but he deserved it)

His knife slid inside the thigh of the one in front of him. The alpha gasped in surprise and groaned angrily, adrenaline dusting his mind. His hold on Jin's neck became tighter, choking the omega in front of him.

He kicked the latter into the groin, which seemed like had no effect on the alpha. Jin then pushed his fingers into his eyeballs. The latter let go and stumbled back, screaming in pain.

"What the fuck!"

He was breathing heavily, covering his face. Jin grabbed the other knife on his ankle and pushed it right into the other's stomach, blood squirting on his clothes and hands.

„Fuck you, you piece of shit," he whispered, thrusting the knife inside the body again.

The latter just waved his arms around, trying to push the latter away. He did not see anymore. His mouth filled with blood, which he coughed out. As he slid on the pavement in pain, Jin pulled the knife out. His bodily fluids were staining the concrete under him.

The omega just stared at him, still holding the bloody knife in his hand. His heart was racing, as he was examining the pathetic man in front of him. Namjoon came over and stood next to his best friend.

"You think he's done?"

Jin kneeled to the man and took out the knife from his thigh. In one quick move, he slid his throat open emotionlessly. He stood up again.

"Definitely."

"Good job," Namjoon smirked. "Let's go to home."

Jin shook his head as he tried to focus on the criminal law test in front of him. He looked over at his best friend, Namjoon, who was scribbling furiously on the paper, biting his lip thoughtfully. He glanced at the answers, but it wasn't enough anyway, since the latter's handwriting couldn't be deciphered even by himself.

He sighed quietly, giving it his best shot and writing something down. 'It's better to have there something rather than nothing.' he said to himself, as he guessed the most probable answer. He looked over at Namjoon again, who moved his glasses a bit higher. He was focused and probably knew everything.

Namjoon was so smart and funny, just too good to be true. And he was fuckin' handsome as well. Those dimples and strong arms, fuck, Jin could swear they got bigger every time he saw him. He was so hot in those nerdy glasses that made him look like the most intelligent person in the room, he was just so sophisticated. And all that knowledge in his head? He wasn't just a sexy shell; he was a hell of an alpha too.

Namjoon looked back at Jin and then read some of his answers. He rubbed his lips together and wrote something on his test in a clearer way, so Jin could actually cheat. Why was he so thoughtful as well?

Jin happily obliged and started writing some better answers onto the paper. It wasn't Namjoon's level - that would be way too suspicious - but it looked like he actually studied, which was the case, but everything had flown out of his memory right after sitting down, so he was starting from scratch.

As the latter finished, the other did as well. He put the pen down and looked at Namjoon, who was just staring in front of him.

The professor picked the papers up and the rest of the class started packing. Jin put his coat on and grabbed his backpack, while Namjoon took his laptop bag and made his way to the exit.

„So, guys, how was it?" Jin turned to the familiar smell and smiled at Yoongi running after them.

„Well... if this guy," he pointed at Namjoon, „wrote more coherently, it would definitely be better."