short range || k.th x j.jk

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AUTHOR'S POV

"Did you ever truly love me?"

Jeongguk didn't know what hurt more in the moment. The knife being pressed against his adam's apple, or the unreadable expression that had adorned Taehyung's face after his words.

He could feel his tears bubbling over onto his cheeks as emotions ate away at him, the older still not answering his question. "I asked if you ever truly loved me!" Jeongguk shouted, wincing as Taehyung tightened his hold on his wrists, most definitely bruising them.

"I do Kookie, but I wish I didn't. I do love you, so much, if only I wasn't an assassin, and you weren't an FBI. I have so many things to tell you. I want to hold you tight in between the comfort of my arms, I want to whisper sweet melodies and declare my love daily, I want nothing else besides you, and your love. I want much more of you than I have, and can offer back to you, but it's impossible. We live in a cruel world where a bunny and a tiger can never be together. One of us need to take the journey into the forsaken place. I love you, forgive me."

Taehyung didn't answer his question, opting to continue to tighten his grip on the younger's slim wrists, and pushing his knife harder against his throat. He tried to just look straight through Jeongguk's tear filled eyes, neglecting the tsunami of emotions that hit him.

Just kill him. Why are you having second thoughts? Don't tell me you actually L͕͚̟͈͗̓̈́́̈́̅̚̚͘͢͢O̷̡̠̜̭̻̖̭̟͐̌̈́̄̀̈́̑̈́͜͝͝V̵̠͓͓̹͔͍͇͂̒̊̈͛̑͋͐Ê̷͇̗͈̘͇̯̬̻̿͐́̌͊͛̏͘̚͜D̵̛̰̘̯̞̤͌̃̈́̾̓͛̄͋ H̵͇̟̰͍̘̻̽́̑̊̐͌̏̌͂̀͜I̖̬̭̻͈͉̤̰͒͑͌̕͠M̰̼̠̫͕͙͎͇͆͆͗̀͌̏͘͝͠͡

Giving into his inner assassin's words, he raised his blade high, the point gleaming in the dim lighting of the warehouse. Jeongguk's eyes widened as he watched the light dim in Taehyung's eyes as he raised his blade high. He didn't know whether or not it was insanity or sadness that lurked in his dark clouded eyes.

Taehyung swung the blade down, as Jeongguk squeezed his eyes shut when a loud explosion rocketed through the dark warehouse. Instantly, the younger felt Taehyung's large hands wrap around his body, tucking his head into the crook of his neck. Pain shot up his spine as they tumbled from the force, debris flying past them.

Jeongguk coughed as the dust had congested his lung, his black clothing now grey from it.

"....Are you okay?" A weak voice sounded from beside him. He looked over to the dusty body, his eyes already filling with tears. "W-why?" His voice cracked as he saw the red stain through the grey. He started to crawl towards Taehyung when a gunshot sounded. He ducked down, folding his knees in on himself, but never taking his eyes off of the older's bloodshot ones.

Hesitantly, he raised his head when he heard the warehouse falling in complete silence after the gunshot. His thoughts trailed to his other agent members, yet he couldn't raise his head to look over in there direction. His eyes remained locked on the assassin's sweet yet deadly eyes.

Crawling towards him faster now, Jeongguk moved quickly. Reaching Taehyung's injured body, he gently placed his head on his lap, pushing away the stray grey hairs that covered his eyes. "Are you injured badly?" He questioned worried, neglecting the situation they were in. "Just small cuts and scrapes.. I'm alright. Are you?" Taehyung raised his blood-covered hand to caress Jeongguk's cheek.