killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

Taehyung has been acting extremely weird, especially today. I don't always remember him having such a dark look in his eyes, but today they looked so dark, and it caused an unsettling feeling in my stomach.

When we get back to the hotel, he doesn't say anything. He sits down, his head in his hands. Hes muttering something under his breath, but i can't understand. I walk over to him, my hand finding his back and resting on it. "Tae, what's wrong?"I ask, leaning down a little to look at his face. In a quick move, he slaps my arm away and stands up, his pose threatening and kind of scary.

"Hungry, I'm so hungry," he says, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. His chest is heaving, and my eyes are wide with fear. Why is he being so weird.

"When was the last time you ate?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "no? what do you mean no? no what?" I say, and he backs up into the chair. It kind of looks as if he's drunk, or high, or hes had too much coffee.

"S-saturday," he says, clenching his fists over the edge of the chair. "Taehyung, you need to eat!" I say, walking over to the fridge to find something for him to eat. I cant find anything.

"I'll just call room service and order something," I say, and i turn around only to see him halfway out the door. He closes it behind him, and i sit for a minute and almost decide to just let him go before I realize he's probably weak and he could pass out any second, so i should probably go bring him back so he can restore some energy while he waits for food. I follow him out the door, but he's not anywhere close. I walk out of the hotel, into the surprisingly empty streets.

"Taehyung?" I call out, slowly beginning to walk down the streets, looking around for any sign of Taehyung. I check the alley next to the hotel, but he isn't there. When i turn around, i would have screamed if it werent for the hand being slammed across my mouth. I see a person's face, and i realize it's taehyung.  I push his hand away, but he just pushes me against the brick wall, his hands on either side of my face.

"taehyung, i was so worried! you can't just leave like that!" I say, pushing his chest a little for emphasis. He bites his lip.

"I'm so fucking hungry," he says, looking at me from head to toe.

"then let's go out to eat somewhere. We gotta get some food in you, you're acting crazy," i say, and he shakes his head, and then he begins to laugh maniacally.

"Jeon Jungkook, i'm perfectly capable of eating right here," he says as his laughter calms down, his hand sliding down to caress my arm. His hand reaches my belt, and it just rests there. "wha.. what do you mean?" i say, and i can physically feel my heart beating faster.

He doesn't say anything, but his hands begin to move, and they find my belt buckle, he begins to undo my belt, and i begin to get scared. i'm not ready for anything like this, especially not right here or now, or with him. he leans forward, leaving slow, teasing kisses on my jaw. everything he does is slow.

I grab his arms, trying to make him stop.

"taehyung, please stop, you're scaring me. i just want to go back to the hotel," I say, pushing him away. he doesn't let me, only presses me against the wall harder, my arms scraping on the bricks. i let out a yelp of pain, and he finishes taking off my belt. he lifts up my shirt, leaning down to let his face press against my torso. he doesnt kiss or anything, just kind of breathes heavily against it.

"get the fuck off me," I say, pushing him away, completely this time. i pull down my shirt and angrily take my belt back, putting it back on. "we're gonna get you some fucking food, and then we're going to go home and you're going to stay away from me from that moment on. got it?" i say, and my tone surprises me. i never get angry.

he doesnt say anything, so i grab his arm and pull him with me, looking around for a fast food restaurant. i find a mcdonalds, so we go inside and i stand next to him, waiting for him to tell me his order so i can order for him. i sit down as soon as i do.

he comes to the table soon after, sitting down across from me. i dont say anything, crossing my arms over my chest as i stare out the window. He doesn't say anything either.

A couple minutes later, the waitress serves his food, and he digs in immediately, he doesn't pause at all to breathe, practically inhaling the food. i grab his arm, giving him a warning look. "i may be mad at you, but i don't want you to choke," i mutter, and he looks at me for a second but continues to devour the food, just a little slower so he can actually chew.

after minutes of watching Taehyung eat his food, he finishes. i waste no time throwing his trash away for him and dragging him out the door, not minding him as we go back to the hotel. once back in our room, i kick off my shoes, and then i flop on the bed, still fully clothed.

"jungkookie why are you still mad at me," i hear  taehyung say, and i feel the bed dip a little, indicating  he sat on the bed. I ignore him, staring at the blank wall in front of me. "jungkookieeee-" he sings, but i still dont say anything. i hear him stand up, and i see him just out of the corner of my eye, and he's on the floor. and, just like a cat, he enters my field of view right in front of my face, slowly peeking his head over the side of the bed. i cant help but smile.

"stop it, im mad at you," i say, turning to the other side of the bed. he crawls on the bed, and he wraps his arm around my waist, his head diggining into my back.

"im sorry, when im hungry i get.."

"horny?" I ask, and he laughs a little. "i guess," he says, and i scoff.

"really, im sorry," he says after a little while of just sitting in silence. "it's okay," i say, our conversation hushed. i turn around his arms, smiling a little as we face each other. (que that one bon voyage episode)

 i lean forward, slowly, my eyes not closing until the last second, and press my lips against his. this kiss, unlike the others, is slow as we exhale through our noses, and his hand splays over the back of my neck. i pull back, laying back down on the bed. his eyes are still closed, and his hand is still laying gently over my neck. i reach my hand up to brush away the hair over his eyebrows. "just go to sleep," i say quietly,  and he hums in response. soon enough, he's asleep.

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i miss who's sleeping it off