Bloodsport'15

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"i-i'm so sorry Jimin." Taehyung's voice was frail and came out as a mumbled sob more than words. slowly, the red head pulled out the blood cover knifed and felt himself gag as the warm liquid coated his hand. again. a voice in his head was louder than his own conscious.

he pulled the knife out, then stabbed him again with a pained scream, he stabbed his best friend again. and again. and again. he stabbed him until he heard a standing ovation proceeding from the hands of one person.

"and here i was thinking you wouldn't do it," a voice boomed from the chair his room, evident amusement lacing his words, "i thought i would have to come do it myself."

Taehyung froze as reality panned on him. he killed someone. he had taken someone life. and not just anyone but Park Jimin. his best friend.

"oh fuck, fuck i'm gonna be sick-" Taehyung held his mouth but felt a sharp object on his neck.

"don't puke on the fucking art." Jungkook's gaze was unfazed as he watched Taehyung quiver in pure fear.

he ran to the bathroom and released the content of his stomach. the tears streamed down his pink cheeks and his throat burned as the acidic fluids ripped at his already sore throat.

he rinsed his mouth and ran cold water over his face and heard a knock in the rhythm of happy birthday, before the door swung open, "done yet? poor jimin's ruining the hard wood."

Taehyung nodded slowly and let Jungkook pull him from the bathroom, shameless smile on his face. he ripped the bedsheets off the bed and wrapped up Jimin as if he had done this before- which he had. effortlessly, he slings the boy over his shoulder and turns to Taehyung who can only think about how much he's fucked up.

he knew where they were headed. the same bridge as before. the same bridge where everything had gone wrong. but instead of going back a few days it would be better to go back a few weeks.

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"hello everyone. i'm jeon jungkook, but don't address me. period. i don't like anything nor dislike anything yet i dislike a lot and like a lot. i hope to make no friends as i hate social interactions." the coconut head spoke with a deep bow.

as he raised his head, a innocent bunny smile was plastered on his face. a few murmurs broke out among the classroom but soon faded when they locked eyes with said boy.

"you can sit by miss l-"

"i'll sit by him. thank you." Jungkook said with a smile as he plopped down in the back row next to the one and only Kim Taehyung of Daesung High. "so how old are you?"

Taehyung barely broke eye contact with the phone he was texting on as he replied, "i thought you didn't want friends?"

"i'm selective."

"well select again."

Jungkook gave him a stern glare before clearing his throat, "your age please?"

"what's it to you?"

Jungkook grabbed the phone in Taehyung's hand and tossed it aside, catching the attention of the entire classroom. "your age."

"i'm 18 and a half."

"thank you, hyung."

"is there a problem mister jeon?" the teacher asked as she looked up from her thick novel.

"i said not to address me? correct?"

she seemed shaken by his response but let's it slide.

Taehyung is only frozen in his seat, thinking about how bold the new kid is. and to add on the fact that he was younger than him.. the nerve. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's notebook and scribbled his number on a piece of paper.