Immunity (BTS Fan Fiction) | ABANDONED

Chapter 7: My Exes

I'm back from the dead with a new chapter. I'm gonna have to start updating this story once or twice a week because summer classes are starting and they're accelerated classes, so I'll be loaded with homework.

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Jungkook smiled, and Hoseok worried that the strangers in front of them were about to taste lead.

He needed to stop immediately expecting murder out of these two boys.

"Well," Jungkook clapped his hands in finality, the sound of his verdict ringing out through the strip club. The jury of barstools vibrated with the force of it, agreeing with his decision. "You guys must be starving. Killing assholes can do that to you."

Yoongi frowned, "We didn't -"

"What can I get you to eat?"

What the fuck?

"Uh," Yoongi faltered, exchanging a glance with his companion, Namjoon. "I'm...not sure?"

"Oh, silly me," Jungkook shook his head, pulling Taehyung to his side. The older boy had fallen into his submissive role, hooded eyes flicking between the strangers. "This is actually a bar, you know. I can get you, uh, well," he chuckled, "I'm sure there's a menu around here somewhere, if you wanna get fancy."

Sometimes, back when Hoseok was Jungkook's right hand man and Taehyung was just one of his two lovers, he noticed little manners that flowed between the two. It usually wasn't much - hair flicked to the left instead of the right, words inflected with just a slight lilt, new habits like biting nails and chewing lips. But sometimes Jungkook would tilt his head and become Taehyung, the older boy's soul seeming to take over his body completely. It wasn't quite as jarring as when it happened to the elder. The manic assassin would freeze, smile, and then spit the sanest sentence ever, revealing that underneath the schizophrenia and occasional psychosis, his broken mind was among the best. Jungkook wasn't lying when he said he couldn't have built his empire without the other's help - sometimes, Taehyung proved to be a greater genius than anyone.

Taehyung existed in Jungkook's universe - or maybe it was the other way around - as the sun at the center, every decision, emotion, and thought revolving around and connecting to him in some way. The energy of one was constantly flowing into the other, only to return molded to fit the galaxy they created a little better. It was stronger when they were working - those moments in which Taehyung was a silent submissive were the moments that Jungkook exuded both of their traits the most.

Hoseok was used to this sharing of personalities. So when Jungkook giggled, a dark light glinting in his eyes, it wasn't a surprise. It was just unfortunate.

"Well, I'm nothing if not generous. Ah, where are my manners?" He turned on his heel, and Hoseok shrugged at Yoongi and Namjoon. Confusion was scribbled across their faces, and it only grew as Taehyung bound to his boyfriend's side and latched onto his arm. "Come on in, gentlemen."

Hoseok felt a groan escape his lips. He wasn't sure what Jungkook's game was, but he didn't want to play.

Taehyung raised his head to squint at him. For a moment - just a moment - Hoseok imagined he could hear the voice that dictated Taehyung's delusions. It whispered for his death, for his blood. A shudder ran up the dancer's spine, and he glanced at Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Just do as he says."

Yoongi frowned, unamused. There was a darkness in his eyes, his mouth set in a firm line that screamed, make me.