𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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ONE WEEK LATER

Taehyung dropped the overcooked eggs in the three plates, humming. Jungkook entered the room, wiping his wet hair with a towel. He kissed Taehyung on the cheek, thanking him for the meal, and sat down in front of Jess.

"Eggs? Again?" Jess complained.

Taehyung pointed at her with a knife, squinting his eyes, then laughed softly. Her heart warmed up at the sight. She had never seen Taehyung so... calm, content... normal. Ever since they decided to all move in together, a week ago, life seemed almost okay. She had admitted to herself that her past boyfriend was a terrible and abominable person for treating her like he did. She apologized for freaking out to Taehyung, and Jungkook came up with the crazy idea of all of them living at Taehyung's place. It was too big for one person, and they could all use a little company.

When Taehyung brought the plates, Jess squealed at the sight of bacon and ham accompanying the eggs.

"I'll never complain about your eggs ever again," she apologized, looking at Taehyung with puppy dog eyes.

He smiled and put an extra slice of bacon in her plate. She dug in quickly, barely taking a break between bites. Taehyung shook his head and sat down next to Jungkook, closing his book.

"Hey─" he protested, pouting.

"Eat," Taehyung ordered before taking a sip of coffee.

They all ate. To anyone outside, they seemed like normal friends, living together, having fun, being happy. However, one should never judge a book by its cover. They might have looked like they were normal, happy, like everything had changed in that one week of living together, but it was far from that. Four days before, Jungkook and Taehyung had fought. Broke three plates and the coffee table. Two days before, Jess woke up from nightmares, screaming, hysterical, threatening Jungkook with her pocket knife, a considerate gift from Taehyung. They were far from normal. They were far from happy.

Today, Taehyung was in high spirits. It did help the general atmosphere of the place, Taehyung being the most emotional and bipolar out of all of them. Jungkook wondered why, and guessed that he had plans for the night. Most likely a hunt, which made Jungkook thrilled. Would he be brought along? He snorted at the thought of going out to kill someone a 'date night' for them.

As he glanced at Taehyung, at him eating, he wondered if he would ever hear him say he loved him. Jungkook had confessed already, not really expecting anything back. However, the more time they spent as lovers, the more he wanted to hear it. Every day it tormented him. Did he love him back? Could he feel love? If not, what did he feel towards him? He was too anxious to ask, knowing Taehyung was not one to speak about his feelings. He trusted that if Taehyung had accepted him like this, that there must have been a basis of affection, or of any loving emotion Taehyung could feel. One side of him trusted him. The other thought he was being used. Jungkook swallowed a piece of ham, lost in his thoughts.

Jungkook thought of his parents. Thought of the "love" that he had received. All he wanted was something better. Real love. Not the fake bullshit his parents had pulled on him. He could feel it with Taehyung, that spark in his heart. He knew his feelings were true. He knew they shared a connection, whatever it may be. There was something there. And he would fight for it.

Taehyung played with the scrambled eggs in his plate, pensive. The past week had been an emotional roller coaster for him. He was used to being alone, to sticking to his routine. He never thought it would change so much in so little time. It was not that he minded the company of Jungkook or Jess, but there was something that was definitely triggered inside of him. He could feel it slowly growing. He tried his best to push it back down, as he was actually enjoying the close-to-normal life they had been trying so hard to achieve. They all just wanted to be normal, but knew they could never be. The voices had came back full force, reminding him that all he was was a killer. A monster. Someone who shed blood and enjoyed it more than anything else. The voices did not lie.