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Hoseok drops Taehyung's food down on the table, in front of Taehyung. Who is half asleep, desperately trying to read through his art assignment task. "Dude, you look dead," Hoseok comments, sitting in front of his friend. Taehyung nods, yawning stretching up, attempting to shake some of the sleep from his bones.
"I've been trying to catch Jungkook, when he comes back to the dorm. I've just noticed there's just something off about him," Taehyung explains, sighing. "I dunno how to describe it, like there's almost this non-human way about him," he continues, grabbing the burger out of the fast food bag.
"Huh?" Hoseok asks, raising an eyebrow, already digging into his fries, throwing the greasy things into his mouth.
Taehyung sighs, thinking of how he will describe this to his friend, "he never needs to eat, I think I've seen him eat about twice."
Hoseok rolls his eyes, "he could just eat while he's always out."
Taehyung shakes his head, "he also never sleep, even when he comes back to the dorm, he never sleeps. He just sits on his bed and scrolls through his phone, it's like he's never tired." Hoseok opens his mouth to point out a flaw with Taehyung's testament, before the boy shoots him a harsh look, making him rethink about stating his logical view. "Look, there's just something off about him, okay? I dunno what but it gives me an uneasy feeling," Taehyung sighs.
Hoseok snickers, "maybe he's the big bad beast in the media, and when he goes out, he's just killing and eating people. You know, like the Sawyer family."
Taehyung gives Hoseok a very unimpressed look, "I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say he's not apart of some cannibal family," Taehyung sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"Come on, how much do you really know about him?" Hoseok asks, clasping his hands to together.
"Well, I know he didn't go to high school, instead he worked at a lab in the time we were all in high school. Where he worked on gene mutations," Taehyung answers triumphantly, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face.
Hoseok hums, "and where did he grow up? What is his major? Likes? Dislikes? Favourite colour? You know, all the basic things you know about your friends," Hoseok asks. Taehyung opens his mouth to reply, before slowly shutting it once again. Hoseok hums, now the one with a smug look on his face. "I'm just saying, you're making his guy to be really great in your mind, because he's so hot. But you barely know him," Hoseok points out.
Taehyung sighs, his shoulders drooping, "yeah, I know, it's just so hard to have a conversation with him. I mean, he's always moving, I can barely catch him to have a conversation, to get to know him. But he's also like, really hot. And gay, I know that." Hoseok smiles fondly at his friend. "besides, the whole mysterious facade he has is kind of hot," Taehyung says, looking on the bright side, before almost jumping out of his seat, "maybe he works for the CIA," he theorises.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, shaking his head at his friend, "Taehyung, we live in Seoul. Which is in South Korea, in case you haven't noticed. Not America."
Taehyung jumps up in his seat, "oh my god, he could be a spy! Working for the CIA, and I could be his super hot hacker boyfriend."
Hoseok slams his head on the table.
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Jungkook stands in the bathroom, death staring his own reflection in the mirror, with such spite and hate. The beast doesn't move, almost as if he caught a glance of Medusa's glare. He watches intently, trying to catch himself. Jungkook doesn't know how long he's been standing there, just staring at the same angry expression for quite some time. But he knows he has to catch it, the fleeting second. Where his eyes tic over, and flash their pure beast form. The deep black.
Ever since his his second killing spree, Jungkook has noticed the beast inside his head, becoming increasingly louder. He feels more reckless, more primal, more violent.
[We could go out tonight, kill one of those stupid American vloggers, give them something real to film,] the beast side of him temps.
{Absolutely not, what would Taehyung think?} The rational side of him thinks. The beast side growls at the rational side, snapping incoherent slurs at it, ever so slightly sounding like her clicking noise. Jungkook finds the whole thing comical, the way the two sides of his brain scream at each other. In reality, he's really just snapping at himself. As the beast side of him growls, breaking out into a barking mess, Jungkook can hear his usual beast language, slowly morph into Project One's clicking and growling way of speaking. There is almost a hypnotic sway to it. And Jungkook's eyes flicker, the boy watches as for a split second, the usual puppy brown eyes, are swallowed whole by a deep void black. What really sends a shot of fear, running down Jungkook's back, is the way the mumbling, snapping mess, of clicks and growls, slowly to starts to become a language, that is understandable. Each individual pitch of a click or a growl, slowly starts to form words, sentences.
[Come on, if we kill tonight, and one of the American fuckers get it on film, we can sit down and watch the video with Taehyung later,] the beast side slyly reasons, playing into his rational side's obvious like for the boy.
{Fine, only if we spend more time with Taehyung,} the rational side agrees; and with that, Jungkook's head becomes silent.
