Bloodsport'15

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he thought peace existed and if he could just grasp it, it would look like this- feel like this- it would be this. but all peace must parish, and if Taehyung knew it was going to end so soon, he would've savored it, for who knew how long it would be til he got another taste.

the doors burst open, windows, every entrance was blocked by a man with a gun.

Jungkook was changing his shirt as he didn't even try to run. even he knew when he was done for. without arguing or fighting back, he slipped on a pair of black vans and a hoodie.

he put his hands behind himself and lowered his body so he was on his knees, and even though he was complying he was hit on the back of the head with the butt of the gun and arrested while unconscious.

they were ruthless as they began to drag his body out the room by his legs, not bothering to pick him up as they pulled him down the stairs.

Taehyung sat on the bed. eyes wide and frozen in fear. this was really it.

their journey had come to an abrupt end. their shit show had burned to ashes and was no longer.

"mister kim, i'm gonna ask you to come with me and don't make any sudden moves as i confine you."

Taehyung didn't reply as he was arrested on his king size bed. he didn't say anything. he couldn't. what would he say?

he didn't know how much the cops knew so he wouldn't say anything til they asked questions. even then he would stay silent.

they got in black trucks and not the standard police unit vehicle. from there Taehyung was blindfolded and put on a helicopter, most likely headed back to korea.

the thoughts of something happening to Jungkook drowned his head as he shook his leg. he did so until he managed to fall asleep on the ride back to his home that wanted him and his boyfriend dead.

—/—

"anything you say or do-"

"i know." Taehyung mumbled and wrapped his hands around the cup of coffee on the table but didn't drink it.

the man cleared his throat, "you know why we got you in here right? 156 dead bodies and we've got more than enough evidence to believe it was your little boyfriend who did it, especially after that damn bombing stunt!" the man slapped photos down on the table, "one kid with no dad, congratulations, you've made him an orphan. you took her husband, you took his bother, her best friend, you don't even deserve to rot in a damn jail cell."

Taehyung blinked back his tears. hell, he wasn't upset for orphaning poor sungjae, he just cried whenever he got yelled at. he was emotional.

"everyone loves the famous killers," the man laughs and sits back in the chair, "jeffery Dahmer, jack the ripper, the zodiac killer, shit now you're on the list. you and him earned the name RC1. you know what that means?"

Taehyung shook his head.

the man grabs the coffee and throws it to the other side of the room and pulls Taehyung up by his collar. the cuffs keep his arms confined and he's being held up by the man's sheer strength alone, "you're the raven and that friend of yours is the crow. you got the one because you're currently wanted number on in the world." the man scoffed as he opened a record with the name Luis Garavito printed on it. "he held the highest number of people killed, 138. congratulations. you beat the record." he spat and stormed out the room.

the door bounced back open, revealing a taller man with brown hair. "wonho is a little upset when it comes to murder." the tall man said and took a seat at the desk, "how could he not be?"

Taehyung didn't reply and continued to stare at the spot where his coffee once was.

"why did you do it?"

they already knows he did it. but what about Jungkook. Taehyung could confess to everything but he doesn't know the details of the murders.

"you wanna play the quiet game?"

"i gave away my rights to speak before i even sat at the table."

the tall fellow laughed a long laugh before going straight face, "the law doesn't apply to us buddy, and you better get comfy because my buddy chanyeol's got something for you."

just as on cue a man with rather large ears walked in with anger in his face but he spoke with his fists, punching Taehyung so hard he was sure his nose was broken.

chanyeol shook his hand in pain but swung again as the tears fell from his eyes. "Namjoon was my best fucking friend! you took him from me!"

Taehyung just let it happen, taking it all. he deserved it all. every last ounce of anger. after all he knows what it's like to loose a best friend.

the tall guy didn't stop chanyeol but he stopped hitting Taehyung when his punches became weak and he was now rested his head on Taehyung's shoulder sobbing loudly. "i hate you so much."

Taehyung wanted to cry as well but he didn't. he couldn't. he had no tears- no reason.

chanyeol left the room slowly, dragging his body as his shoulders hung low. Taehyung also knew that getting your anger out on the person who caused your anger sometimes causes you more pain than before. his father..

"you'll be here for a while, want anything to eat?"

he wasn't hungry so he shook his head.

"funny, when we asked your friend what he wanted for us final meal he said nothing as well."