iris . vkook

eighty eight

"Why do you always defend Jeongguk?" Jin shouted, jabbing his finger into Namjoon's chest, "he's a fucking murderer, why is it so hard to see?!"

They were, unsurprisingly, having another argument. When Namjoon had returned after visiting Jeongguk, and asking him to kill Hoseok (he hadn't told Jin that, nor did he plan to), Jin had accused him of cheating because he'd left so early in the morning and come back so late at night. 

He wasn't sure whether admitting that he spent most of his day watching movies with a murderer, and his supporters, baking brownies (and giggling with Jeongguk when they were kicked out of the kitchen for throwing flour everywhere), was better than having an affair. 

When he'd told Jin about his day, planning to miss out the bits about Jeongguk, he'd slipped and ended up hinting that Jeongguk was there. Once Jin looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and crossed arms, asking him who else was there (still presuming that he was cheating), Namjoon told him that Jeongguk was there.

He didn't feel guilty in admitting it, because he knew that his heart was right with supporting Jeongguk. He knew that Taehyung had gone most of his life, being miserable and depressed because of his lack of a soulmate. But when Jeongguk came into his life, seemingly pure and not a murderer, Taehyung was so happy to be merely in his presence, constantly talking about him during lunch hour, or on the way to school.

If Taehyung was happy with Jeongguk, why shouldn't he be?

"I'm defending him because he's an amazing person! Don't you see how happy he makes Taehyung?" Namjoon replied back, calm and keeping his voice level, "yes, he's a murderer, but he's simply cleaning the streets of bad people. He isn't going around and killing fucking children, is he?!"

"He. Kills. People." Jin hissed, "is that not enough? If I killed someone, would you stand by me?"

"That's a stupid question, the situation is different!" Namjoon growled, "it's his job. He killed Jisom, an abusive ex-boyfriend, the man who made Jeon Jeongguk live in fucking fear, purely because he put someone that Taehyung cared about, at risk. Jisom broke so many of Jeongguk's bones and left tons of mental and physical scars, yet when he saw him point a gun at Hoseok, he knew that he had to do something no matter how afraid he was! Do you not see how fucking heroic that is?!"

"Fuck this, I'm going out." Jin turned away, yanking his coat off of the rack as he hurriedly shoved it on, shoving his feet into shoes with a huff.

Namjoon stood with his arms folded, "oh really? Gonna go run to Hoseok?"

"Yes. I will." Jin snarled, "at least he supports me and my opinions, unlike my supposed fucking boyfriend."

Namjoon felt bile rise in his throat, feeling sick as he watched Jin slam the door after departing. He stood there for a few minutes, fists trembling at his sides, bottom lip quivering. He was strong, he refused to cry over him again. Why should he deserve his tears, when he's out there on someone else's dick?

He squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths in and out, fingers ghosting over his pocketed phone. He opened his teary eyes, making a call before leaving the room.

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Jeongguk shut the car door with a slam, exhaling cigarette smoke in annoyance. He was so worked up over this bullshit between Namjoon and Hoseok.

"You're out of your fucking mind." He hissed to Namjoon, who was getting out of the car.

"I know." Namjoon whispered, looking down at his feet.

Jeongguk sighed, holding the cigarette between his lips as he pulled out a file from the back seat. He walked over to the bonnet, pushing himself onto it. 

"Since I'm such a nice person, I had my little spies watching your boyfriend." Jeongguk said, shaking his head slightly as he opened the file, turning past pages about Kim Seokjin.

"Why do you have a file on Jin?" Namjoon questioned suspiciously.

"Well, as you know, I was supposed to kill Taehyung-"

"What?!"

"Yeah, that's the reason why we met. I don't go to college, the grade requirements are too high, I have no qualifications." Jeongguk shrugged, "anyway."

"Sorry, go on."

"I was supposed to kill him, and so I had to get information on whoever associated with him, you know, for potential suspects, who knew him best, et cetera, et cetera. People like Jimin and Yoongi could've been huge suspects, which I could've framed for Taehyung's murder. To get to know them better, I worked at their florist's. However, I had to know about all of his friends, so there's even a file on you."

Namjoon felt a shiver run down his spine as Jeongguk began listing the things that he knew about him, talking about him like he was fluent. It was eerie to know that Jeongguk knew him like the back of his hand.

"So, these photographs suggest that Jin was going to Hoseok's." Jeongguk spoke, handing him a collection of printed photos, "however, each time he left, there was no signs of swollen lips, hickeys, misplaced clothes, you get me. The majority of them are of him with red-rimmed eyes, and a puffy face."

Namjoon felt his heart break as he looked through the photographs, Jin's saddened face sending pangs to his chest as he switched through each one.

Jeongguk took one last drag of his cigarette, chucking it to the floor. He slid off the bonnet, crushing it below his booted foot. He'd just returned from a mission when Namjoon had called him, crying down the phone. Luckily, he always kept a spare change of clothes in his bag, so he changed from blood-stained clothes (it was a messy mission, there was way more people that needed to be killed than he'd anticipated), into a simple black t-shirt and navy-jeans. 

"Now, Taemin hasn't mentioned a word of this to Hoseok. We're going to go up to the apartment, where he'll be waiting in the stairwell. He's gonna open the door quietly, and we'll sneak in for a look at what they're doing. He's gonna greet the two, and tell them that he's invited us over."

"Will this work?"

"I don't fucking know. You and Taemin made the plan, I don't even know why I have to be a part of it."