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Jungkook looks down at his phone, angrily smashing words into his phone, as he complains to Chanwoo, about being forced into university. Taehyung worriedly looks over to his new roommate, from where he sits on his own bed. The boy can only guess, someone has made his new roommate upset, as Jungkook throws his phone at the wall, groaning loudly, out of pure frustration.
"You... You good?" Taehyung asks, lowering the book he is reading, concerned for his hopefully new friend.
"Just grate," Jungkook snaps back at him, getting up to fetch, his now completely cracked phone, letting out another sigh of frustration; mumbling under his breath about how he will have to get this fixed.
Taehyung nods, "hey so, my friends and I are all going out tonight. I dunno, do you maybe wanna go?" He offers, hoping to be able to get to know the person he will be living with, a little more.
"Maybe another time, I have to go back to the lab tonight," Jungkook shrugs, sitting back down on his bed, going back to furiously typing on his phone.
"Yeah... That's fine," Taehyung awkwardly chuckles, looking back down at his book; inside, Taehyung wants to kick his own teeth out, just for being so cringeworthy. Jungkook sighs, lolling his head back.
"I'm free this weekend, we can go out then," he huffs out, making Taehyung perk up, nodding happily.
"Yeah, I'm free." Taehyung smiles at his agreement.
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Jungkook crushes the guard's head, slamming it against the keypad on the wall, blood sprays out the back of the man's head, before slowly dribbling down the wall. Jungkook snarls, when the door doesn't open; the monster proceeds to repeatedly smash the head, back and forth, into the keypad, until blood and flesh are embedded under his finger nails, dripping down his forearm, the wall, and the keypad is completely broken. The sickening crunches, ring out throughout the isolated hallway, the only thing that can be heard, are the sound of the poor guard's skull, slowly being beaten in. Jungkook only stops, when the lab's doors, slowly start to open, discarding the lifeless body to the side, his face, barely recognisable. It's nose has been pushed back into it's head, bones sticking up in awkward ways; claw marks taint the once human face. Now, it is more blood, than anything.
His creation walks into the lab, licking some of the dripping off his hand, and from under his fingernails. Chanwoo, comes running into view, a gun in hand. "I'LL SHOOT!" He threatens, still unaware of who is breaking into his lab.
"You built me, so I could withstand bullets, dumb ass," Jungkook scoffs, walking into the lab more. Chanwoo gives a sigh of relief, placing his gun onto a nearby table.
"Why are you here? I said you could come back to the lab on the weekend," Chanwoo growls, crossing his arms angrily.
"You also told me, I need to go out with my roommate on the weekend," Jungkook snaps back, also crossing his arms, clearly unsatisfied with what he has been commanded to do.
Chanwoo sighs, massaging his head, "you can do both, you make it sound like the weekend lasts only ten minutes."
Jungkook inhumanly screams, making Chanwoo have to cover his ears, sheltering his head; shattering some of the nearby beakers, their substances burn through the table, and drip down to the floor. "I hate university, I do not need to learn, I do not need to put up with these humans. I am not one of them, and I do not want to go back."
"Jeon Jungkook, I sent you to that university, not to learn, but to interact. Fail your classes for all I care; this is for an experiment, to make you stronger," Chanwoo tries to convince, throwing his hands out in frustration, still recovering from the ear-piercing screech.
"Bullshit!" Jungkook screeches once more, "I beat a guy's head, until I was granted access to this room, I'm stronger than any man alive. And I'll kill you too!"
Chanwoo's breath hitches in his throat, his blood running cold. He knows, better than anyone, what Jungkook is truly capable of. If Chanwoo dies, the scientist already knows, all havoc will be released upon the world. Without a creator, the creation will run wild, an unstoppable force, running around and doing so as it pleases. Chanwoo sighs, caressing the back of his neck, "look, you can stay here tonight. But, you must go spend time with your roommate on the weekend," he compromises. Jungkook sighs, nodding his head in agreement.
