Insanity (TAEKOOK)✔️

Chapter Four

Hoseok's trailer 😊 ^^

"Come on, Taehyung! Get out of the car, we're going to play at the park!"

"But, but I don't want to get out of the car! We were driving for almost twelve hours, I'm tired."

"I'm sure you are. But you're a big boy. Eleven year olds don't get tired after car rides. Now go out into the park, I'll meet you there in a minute!"

"But Miss Josie! I don't see any playground. Parks without playgrounds are boring."

"Just go around those trees, Taehyungie. You'll see all the fun stuff there, like slides and swings. Now be a big boy and have fun!"

I get out of the car slowly, wanting to be grown up like Miss Josie said. She's never this nice to me, and never calls me Taehyungie! Maybe she's learning that I just want to have fun. And maybe there will be other kids at the park! Maybe Miss Josie will let me play don't get stabbed, with something other than her sewing needles, I love that game.

As I walk forward, I see no kids. Looking around the trees, I also see no playground. That's weird, but I'm sure I must be lost! Miss Josie will know where to go.

Turning back around and walking out from the trees, I look at Miss Josie's car. I watch as it sped away, leaving behind a bag of canned food. I try to run after her, but the car is out of sight before I even get to where she was parked.

I sit down on the road next to the bag and wait. She probably just forgot something and wants to surprise me! Ooh, maybe she'll get a knife. I've always wanted a knife.

Unfortunately, the longer I sat there, minutes turning to hours, turning to days spent sleeping under the trees, I realized she wasn't coming back. She wasn't ever coming back. She left me to die, because she doesn't like me.

Of course she doesn't. No one ever has. Who would? *

- Jeon Jeongguk -

"That's pretty big house for a bunch of college students to have." Yoongi states in a low voice, as we sneak around to the back of the house.

"Probably got a couple rich parents. No wonder they're such assholes." I follow up, keeping my voice low, but with a mocking tone. We approach their back door, and my previously wandering mind refocused itself to the task at hand, which was a relief, because all I could think about was how low that towel was on Taehyung's waist - shít, I'm thinking about it again. Nope, gotta think about the job. Punchin' things, hell yeah.

Jimin kneels down in front of the wooden back door and begins fidgeting with the knob. An entirely unnecessary motion, as the door opened with his first turn of the knob, before he even touched the lock on it. He stands up, covering his mouth to keep from giggling - he laughs at anything and everything - and opens the door slowly, making eye contact with Joon, who returns it with an approving nod, fighting back his own grin, clearly pleased with how easy this would be.

I take my usual position as the brawn of the group, stepping into the door first, fists at the ready. It always makes me happy that even though I'm the youngest member of the group, and they treat me as such whenever we're in a casual setting, they still trust me enough to let me into places first, knowing I can handle myself and protect them. Cause I'm a badass, you know? Probably not because they want to get rid of me. But if that's what they want then it'll never work, cause nobody can kick my ass except me.

Wait, can I kick my own ass? How would that even work? Maybe if I found a cloning machine, and even then I bet I could totally beat up my clone...