❛ My Perfect Hyung ❜ - JinKook ✔️

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Taehyung scratched the leather of the steering wheel, eyes piercingly rooted on the road ahead, hard rock music blasting from the stereo.

His hair resembled a birds nest from his constant tugging and scratching. He sniffed, bringing his hand to wipe his running nose, then brought the lit cigarette between his lips.

You just have to do it, Taehyung, the voice in his head said.

"Shut the fuck up, I know!" He yelled insanely. Of course, there was no one else in the car with him. So, was talking to himself, yelling at himself, hearing himself speak. "I know what to do. Who the hell does he think he is? He's no one special. He's nothing!"

Then why are you obsessing over him!

"I'm not obsessing over him. He's not even worth it."

What the hell? Obsessing? Please. Taehyung knew too well that he was better looking, sexier and smarter. Hell, everyone who saw him wanted him! He was an epitome of godlike handsome. Why then would he even think of obsessing over someone who didn't even match his level, not even a little?

But you want him, don't you? The voice taunted in a singsong manner.

Taehyung slammed his fists against the steering wheel. "I don't fucking want him! I don't want him, you crazy bastard! Stop talking to me!"

Haha, you don't want him, alright, but you want his life. You want to be loved like him, you want to be favored like him, you want to be an innocent, naive boy just like he is. You're jealous!

"Jealous!?" Taehyung laughed hysterically. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I'm never jealous of anyone."

"Oh, yes, you are, Kim Taehyung. You're jealous of him. You know it. I know it too, you know why? Because I'm your mind, I know everything."

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Taehyung grabbed his phone and punched in a couple of digits. "Pick up the fucking phone, you asswipe!"

The phone rang, as Taehyung drove speedily, roughly down the highway. His heart raced impatiently. He was going to put a bullet through this idiot's head if he didn't pick in—

"Hello?"

"You imbecile! Where the hell is he?!" Taehyung shouted into the phone.

"He's here with me."

"And the other two?"

"Here too. We have them all bound and unconscious."

Taehyung relaxed against the leather skin of the chair. "Good job, Hakeem. Now keep them that way until I get there."

Taehyung shut his eyes. He could feel the peace he had sort around the corner. It was going to come, all he has to do was act fast. Get rid of the threat to his happiness and voila! Things would go back to how they use to.

He made a stop at the departmental store, making a trip to the front counter. He examined the condoms choices.

"Hmm, vanilla flavor?" He read the description on the pack. He pulled it out and waved it at a teenage salesgirl. "How does the vanilla stuff work? Do I taste it in my mouth while in action or I just smell it?"

The girl blushed red. She tucked her loose hair behind both her ears. "Um, I don't know. I haven't used it before."

Her cheeks hit up like a ring boiler that Taehyung could read her expression. She was a virgin. He rolled his eyes. "Why the hell do I meet virgins everywhere?" He mouthed irritably.

Shoving the whole packet into his back pocket, he grabbed his wallet and tossed a $100 bill on the counter.

"Excuse me, your change," The salesgirl called as he exited the doors, but he ignored her and climbed into his car.