bury me face down.

0.1: they won't catch us, tae.

"i don't know if i can do this," jungkook stammered. the knife was trembling in his hands. he looked at the man they had gagged and bound, and he broke out in a cold sweat, the fear gathering in his stomach. he felt sick. he felt absolutely awful, like he could vomit any second. the world was starting to spin, and he got dizzy.

"jungkook, baby, you're with me, you can do anything," taehyung cooed the words gently into jungkook's ear. "breathe in, breathe out. jungkook, you can do it. i'm not going to do this for you this time, baby. you need to learn to use the knife yourself."

taehyung knew jungkook would second guess himself, but he also knew jungkook was capable of this. the only problem was making sure jungkook knew that. the last thing either of them needed was for one of them to snitch. he held the younger man's hands steady. "remember, babyboy, you need to keep taking deep breaths. he can't hurt you, look at him. he's helpless, just like we wanted. just slice his throat, babydoll, that's it." 

taehyung really didn't want to have to kill him, too. 

he needed jungkook to do this for him.

jungkook closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. the pounding of his heart sounded as loud as a freight train and he couldn't even hear taehyung's praising. he stopped shaking and slowly turned the knife in his hands, watching it glint in the low light. taehyung was right, he could do this, it was one slash and it would be over. they certainly couldn't let the man go, he'd seen their faces, and taehyung had already said he wouldn't kill for jungkook this time. he had to do this, for them.

"jungkook, you can do it," taehyung's voice snapped jungkook back to reality. he took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the man. the man they had captured went by the name of choi youngjae, or at least that's what his wallet said. taehyung made sure he used gloves while he flipped through the man's belongings, and made jungkook wear them as well. youngjae was a sobbing mess, and taehyung was sure he could smell piss mixed with the fear and sweat pouring off the man.

"look at him, darling," taehyung almost purred into jungkook's ear. "he's below us, he's pissing himself because you're holding a knife. show him what you can do with the knife, okay baby?"

jungkook nodded. taehyung smiled warmly and slightly pushed jungkook towards youngjae. he cocked his head at youngjae and walked closer. "this'll probably only hurt for a second," jungkook reassured youngjae, for whatever good that was. he positioned the knife at youngjae's throat, feeling the man wince at the blade touching his skin.

taehyung's smile was still wide, and it only got bigger as jungkook drug the knife across the man's throat, not actually cutting into it, but making youngjae scream as much as he could around the towel stuffed in his mouth. "jungkook, stop playing with him and kill him, darling, we don't want to get caught, do we?" taehyung hurried the younger man. "it's good that you feel well enough to play, but don't this time. save it for later, we need to hurry this one up."

this was a business man. people would know he's missing and they only had a few hours to kill him, clean it up, and leave the city before the notice went out that he was missing.

"sorry, hyung, i just wanted to scare him some more," jungkook lowered his head a bit. he pulled youngjae's head back by his hair, put the knife back in position and quickly drug the sharp end across his throat. blood spurted out and gushed over the long cut and his head sagged forward. the body went into something like a seizure, and twitched as the blood drained.

taehyung whooped and grabbed jungkook's hand, pulling him back from the bleeding corpse. "you did it, babyboy!" taehyung pulled the younger into a hug. "okay, grab the ropes, i'll put him in position, and we'll clear out. we only got five minutes, hurry up, baby," he pressed a kiss to jungkook's forehead, getting some of the blood that sprayed jungkook's face on his lips.

jungkook was frozen. he couldn't move a muscle, he just stared at the still bleeding corpse. taehyung turned back to him, and his smile faded. he slowly approached jungkook, snapping his fingers at him.

"hey, darling, we gotta fucking hurry. we have to be out of town soon, or someone's gonna catch us, okay?" he said softly. jungkook still didn't move his eyes from the body, nor did his body move. his eyes were glued on what he had done. he'd killed a man, he did that. this time it was intentional- he had wanted to do this for taehyung- and he didn't know exactly how he felt about that.

"jungkook, can you fucking listen?" taehyung raised his voice. jungkook finally flinched and nodded, mumbling a small, "sorry, hyung," and going to gather the ropes. "get to the car, put the ropes back into the trash bag, and we'll dump them at his house. keep your gloves on, we're not leaving fingerprints anywhere," taehyung ordered, his voice becoming soft again.

jungkook did as he was told, and got to the car while taehyung drug the body into position. within an hour, taehyung was in the driver's seat, and they were driving away. 

the scene was messy, but it was child's play for taehyung to clean up. he had cleaned the blood, and made sure there were no traces of them in the small warehouse. he made sure he kept his gloves on and his head away from the phone, and used a burner phone to call in the body. 

now they were away from the warehouse and back in downtown busan, watching as the police cars went the opposite way from them on the interstate.

"hey, baby, i'm really sorry for yelling earlier. i needed you to get moving, okay?" he apologized gently.

"you know i don't like when people yell, taehyung," the older flinched at the use of his full name. he knew jungkook was mad at him now, he never used taehyung's full name unless he was pissed. it was something taehyung had learned over years of being around jungkook.

"i know, baby, and i'm so sorry. i just don't want us to get caught."

"we won't get caught, tae."