Run rabbit run

Chapter 2

"So, how's school Bunny?" Jimin asked, a hint of sarcasm to his high-pitched voice.

"None of your buisness, Park." Jungkook snapped back, turning his attention out the window and willing it to stay there.

"Aww, okay, be that way then. But we all know bad bunnies get shot by the hunter, don't we now?" Jimin cooed, petting the younger boy's hair.

"You're lucky I have to deal with you." Jungkook seether through gritted teeth, swatting Jimin's hand away. He'd heard the line about rabbits and hunters one time too many. It was Jimin's indirect way of threatening to kill him, and although actually doing so would be hella easy, Jungkook simply couldn't bring himself to care. At least the hate he harboured was mutual.

Seokjin either didn't know about their rivalry, or did a very good job of pretending so. Therefore Jungkook grew to hate him, as well.

The only few people in Bangtan who he didn't harbour any hate towards were Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi. He had joined Bangtan with Hoseok; they were neighbours and had been best friends for as long as he could remember. HIs relationship with Yoongi was a lot more complicated; it started out as a one-night-stand because they were drunk and bored, which turned into a two-night-stand, which turned into three, four, five, until they found themselves in bed together, dripping in each other's sweat, every single night. No exceptions. Tonight would just be a repeat of that, he assumed, and sighed. Don't get him wrong, he loved Yoongi. But that was the problem. They were just friends-with-benefits, but over time Jungkook found himself falling for the older boy. Lying awake until the early hours of the morning after Yoongi had left, wanting so desperately for him to stay, so they could fall asleep and wake up in each other's arms, and perhaps feel like a real couple, once if at all. But it never happened. Yoongi always left, limping slightly over to the door, throwing a quick smile over his shoulder. And when they met again the next day to fulfil duties, it was as if nothing had ever happened. It was the same everyday, and each time broke Jungkook's heart even more.

But, he guessed, killers don't have a right to love. So he kept his mouth shut.

Jimin shook him out of his reverie, one hand on his shoulder, shaking him insistently.

"What."

"Moody much."

"Fuck off."

"Honestly, I should be the one telling you that. Now get your ass out of my car, we're here."

"Thanks for the ride, dickhead."

"Anytime, fucker."

Jungkook stepped out of the vehicle and onto the footpath, barely having closed the door before the car pulled away and sped down the road, way over the speed limit. He really wanted to get away from me, huh?

The company building rose up into the sky before him. Flying Unity Inc. Jungkook scoffed at the name, tucking his gun further into his pocket and walking towards the main doors. The sun was just beginning to set, an eerie glow to the dimly lit hallways he walked down. A few heads turned, but strangely no one really paid any attention to him as he strolled across to the elevator and took it to floor 7. Just along the hallway, and to the left, first door. 'Secretary's office' was written in bold, black letters across the white painted wood, and Jungkook couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his face. Soon, it would just be 'office'.

He adjusted his mask and turned the doorknob, stepping slowly into the room. A man looked up from a pile of paperwork, and just from the look on his face Jungkook knew he was up to no good.

"Good afternoon, Sir." he drawled, hand slipping into his pocket discreetly.

"Good afternoon to you too.' the man replied, eyeing him suspiciously. "Hey boy, I think you'd better get out of here. I don't know what you're doing of why you're here, but you haven't made an appointment." there was a hint of wariness to his voice, which Jungkook relished. Installing fear in his victims was always entertaining.

"Oh, no, I haven't made an appointment. But you see, that's not necessary." he locked the door and began walking slowly towards the man, eyes shining dangerously behind his mask. "I didn't come to talk."

"Then what-"

The barrel of the gun pressed mercilessly against the man's forehead, digging into his scalp, and he yelped. Jungkook drank up the sound.

"Now, you're not gonna make a sound, okay? Be quiet or I'll kill you."

"Y-yes kid. Now, take what you want, just please don't kill me."

Jungkook chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, no. I don't want anything. And don't worry, you can scream if you wanna. I was going to kill you anyway." he began pulling the trigger, slowly, painfully slowly, and the man's eyes widened.

"What? No-"

Brain matter and blood splattered everywhere, the man's body crumpling uselessly to the ground. Jungkook glared in disgust at the stain on his hoodie and ripped the shirt off the body to wipe it off. There was a pounding on the door, and he quickly ran over to the window and smashed it with his gun. Yoongi should be waiting for him at the bottom with a ladder... Sure enough, the older man was there, already extending the ladder for him. Jungkook climbed through the broken window with ease, reaching back in to shoot at the door a few times for the sake of it. Screams rang through the hallway. He scrambled down the side of the building until the reached the ladder, placing one foot on it, then the other, and-

Wind rushed through his hair as he began to fall. Fear ran hot and heavy through his veins. Just when he thought it was all over, he was going to die, his foot caught in the rung of the ladder. He breathed in deeply and flipped up to get a grip on the metal, before climbing easily the rest of the way down.

Once e set foot on the ground he was wrapped in a tight embrace. He turned around carefully and looked down into Yoongi's fearful gaze, resting his hand on the older man's trembling shoulder.

"Hey." he whispered and smiled.

"I thought... you were going to die." Yoongi whispered, burying his face in Jungkook's chest.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm alive, 'kay?" he murmured back, holding Yoongi tightly. Even though he was a mobster, he, at least, seemed to have this soft, human side to him. Maybe that was why Jungkook fell for him.

His phone began vibrating violently in his pocket, and he reached down to take it.

"Who is it?"

"Seokjin. We really gotta get out of here, I can hear the police already."

Yoongi sniffled and stepped back from him, and together they began running, leaving the ladder against the side of the building.

Jimin met up with them on the side of the road, and greeted them with a smirk.

"So, the love birds had a little moment, huh? Get in the car, Jin's waiting."

"Shut it."

"Whatever you say, Bunny."