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2

If I didn't look at your picture every night I still wouldn't forget you.

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"Really Jungkook? A cat?"

"What? You expect me to kill something that isn't cute?"

Taehyung groans, staring at the lifeless corpse of a young cat who's gut was ripped open with a rusty kitchen knife. He glares at Jungkook, who shrugs as he lets the old knife drop from his bike-gloved hands.

"So you only kill cute things?" Taehyung attempts to clarify, watching as Jungkook pokes at the morbidly slaughtered creature.

"Yep." Jungkook replies, sticking his finger into the cat's open gut like it was nothing. Taehyung claps his hands like he just realized something, earning the younger's attention as the blonde pulls his now bloodied finger out from the cat's gut.

"What?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head innocently at the redhead who simply smiles.

"That's why you haven't killed me yet, cause I'm not cute!" Taehyung remarks, proudly placing his hands on his chubby hips.

Jungkook makes a loud buzzing sound like I'm a game show when someone gets the wrong answer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wrong~"

"That's no why you haven't killed me yet?" Taehyung asks, his smile falling because he could've sworn he got it right, because it made sense. Jungkook only kills cute things, so that's why he hasn't killed Taehyung. It added up to the older.

"Nope, you're cute as hell. I just have no idea why I haven't killed you." Jungkook admits, kicking the calico cat's corpse until it falls of the cliff they're sitting by.

Taehyung pouts in defeat.

-~-

"So you're actually letting me stay here?" Seokjin asks the younger, who was plainly emotionless as they sat across from each other on a sofa, the silver haired man writing in his notebook.

"Why not." The man replies, looking up from the book as he scans Seokjin's face blankly.

Seokjin looks around, the soft fabric of his sweatshirt bring him comfort as he explores the unfamiliar home with his eyes. Oh of course he's afraid, still wondering if he could be found here, hearing unintelligible whispers and laughter whenever it's too quiet. He keeps seeing shadows in the corners of his eyes, making his heart beat fast out of nervousness.

"You seem on edge, you ok?" Namjoon asks coldly, still writing down something the older wasn't sure of in his handcrafted book.

"I'm f-fine."

Namjoon looks up, his poker face still present as he looks into Seokjin's eyes. "Paranoia."

"Huh?"

"You have paranoid schizophrenia, don't you." Namjoon remarks, more like a statement than a question.

"H-How could you tell?"

"Well I advance in maths and human reactions, and am doing research on mental disorders since I know enough about my own but not about others." The man explains, jotting something down rapidly as he clicks his pen and rolls his tongue in his cheek.

"Your... own?" Seokjin asks, watching the brisk hand movements of the younger as he wrote things in his notebook.

"Schizoid personality disorder. I have trouble expressing emotions after repressing them, explaining my unemotional mood. It's getting better though, not too severe." The younger verbalizes, his mouth pressed in a firm line as he watches Seokjin fidget.

The older nods, and swears that he saw a halfhearted dimpled grin from the silver haired man before he goes back to writing. "Also, I forgot to mention that I don't live alone."

As if on cue, the front door slams open half hazardously as a seemingly wasted man pulls himself into the house, a suitcase thrown onto the ground as he collapses on his knees. Seokjin notices the lilac hair immediately, as Namjoon sighs regretfully.

"Hyung." The younger calls, earning a groan from whoever was laying on the ground. The mysterious man stands up, rubbing his forehead as he looks up annoyedly at Namjoon.

"Honey I'm home." The grumpy man says sarcastically, his hand scratching the back of his neck in distaste.

Namjoon slaps his forehead, looking at the man with a deadpan expression. "We've got a new home-buddy."

The man's gaze shifts, his knifelike charcoal eyes intimidatingly staring into Seokjin's. He's gotta admit, the lilac haired male looks like a cat. An evil cat ready to shred you into pieces, yet still adorable.

His cheeks puff out, slightly flushed face from the alcohol obvious as he shifts his balance. "Who're you."

"M-my name is Kim Seokjin, nice to meet you." Seokjin states, waving lightly. The lilac haired man's face melts into a slight smirk.

"Ah, Im guessing you're married to Namjoon." He says, watching as Seokjin's eyes widen and he shakes his head frantically.

"No! No no no... we just happen to have the same last name." Jin insists, his pink bangs hiding his eyes as he looks down timidly. "I'll have you know that I'm probably older than you and deserve respect."

"Wow, are you sure you aren't married? You're literally the perfect epitome of Joon's ideal type. Shy yet bold, wide shoulders, feminine-"

"Yoongi I will not hesitate to smash your face against the kitchen counter again." Namjoon warns, still not looking up from his notebook.

"Damn take a chill pill my fellow faggot. Now I gotta Kris, I'm tired." Yoongi revolts, quickly picking up his feet and running up the stairs.

Namjoon sighs, closing his book as he sets it down on the coffee table. "Sorry about that, hope you're not homophobic."

Jin tries to process what just happened, resting his chin on his sweater paws. He notices Namjoon's eyes on him, and looks at the man with a questioning glancebefore realizing. "Oh! No, no no... I'm literally the gayest you can get."

"That's a relief. My home isn't corrupted yet." Namjoon remarks, and Jin smiles at the man's attempt at comedy. "Hey, um.... wanna watch a movie?"

Jin nods.

The next couple hours are spent with the two watching Train To Busan, both of them gradually getting closer to eachother.

After about 15 minutes, they give up and end up watching the film cuddling under a soft blanket. Totally not in a gay way though, just because the movie's too scary.

Seokjin still isn't sure how he warmed up to the 'sketchy' man so quickly, guessing it's because they're both pretty messed up. In truth, he isn't sure how,

but one lilac haired male watching from the distance can certainly tell.