iris . vkook

forty two

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Taehyung's PoV;

"Taehyung, I can literally feel your eyes on me." Jeongguk sighed, one hand on the wheel as he lazily drove with minimal speed down the deserted road, the other hand out of the rolled down window - a half-smoked cigarette pinned between his nimble fingers, smoke diffusing out into the early air of around 2AM.

"I'm waiting for you to explain." I replied, unsubtly staring at him, my body literally turned to face him.

Of course, if he couldn't talk about it for emotional reasons, I wouldn't force it out of him because as Taeyong had said, Jeongguk was "delicately fragile" on the subject of Jisom.

I didn't want to make it worse for him.

However, what I did want was a small explanation at the very least. 

I wanted to know if what we had was genuine.

"What do you want to know?" He replied, exhaling a drag from the cigarette before throwing it onto the road, swapping his hands so the original hand now fiddled with the volume for the CD playing.

"Why did you come to Seoul?" I asked.

"I already told you this, you know."

"I thought you enrolled in the college because you were a student. Not because you were going to kill me." I replied coldly.

Jeongguk sighed, rubbing over his face with his hand before pushing all of his hair out of his face.

"As I originally said, I came to Seoul because Busan was full of bad memories. Jung-hyun died, not from suicide, but from being beaten to a pulp." He replied, scratching below his jaw, "and after that, I felt a strong urge to go somewhere else. Seoul wasn't my first idea, but it was on the list as that's where Taeyong was from. I planned to go to Daegu or maybe Geochang. And then, Boss gave me a mission."

----------------JEONGGUK'S FLASHBACK!!!----------------------

Jeongguk's PoV;

"Afternoon, Boss." I greeted as I walked into the office, combat boot heels clicking against his expensive marble floor, the chain on my hip hitting against my thigh with each stride and the zip on my leather jacket making a ringing sound each time it touched the handle of my gun which was tucked into my waistband.

"Late as always, Jeon." He replied blandly, far too engrossed in the papers on his desk to perhaps consider why I was late.

Uncle had decided that it was time for my weekly beating for having weird eyes.

This time, it wasn't too bad. He only stepped on my fingers and bruised my stomach.

"Apologies. What did you call me in for?" I asked, sitting on the plush beanbag that he'd reserve for me each meeting, though he claimed to hate me, "I thought I wasn't due in until next month?"

"This." He said.

I watched with interested eyes as he slid forward a folder, plain blue cardboard holding the paper inside.

"Which is?"

"A mission."

Pouting in fascination, I sat back in the bean bag and held it in my hands.

Leaning my ankle on top of my knee, I opened it up as Boss continued to ramble on the background.

"I'll need you to enroll in a college." He spoke as I read the contents, "Kim is an art student, as you can see."

"That's fine."

"It's in Seoul. So you'll need to stay there a weeks. Take subjects that you know you can do and act natural in. Make some 'friends' but nothing too close, or they'll look for you once the mission is finished. Get close to Kim in however way you wish, friends, boyfriends, enemies. I don't care."