𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 || 𝐕𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

Douze.

I'm not like other people.
I'm burning in hell.
The hell of myself.

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11:36 AM. Yonsei University.

"Hey there, Jeon."

Jungkook gave a quick glance of acknowledgment while taking books out of his locker. It wasn’t like he cared to take them; he was just trying to look busy to avoid meaningless interaction.

"Heard you're my partner for this term’s project," Jaeyong scoffed, folding his muscular arms and leaning against the lockers.

Lee Jaeyong was one of the most famous students at Yonsei University. Blonde hair, tattoos littering his body, and a well-built physique made him stand out. There wasn’t a girl he hadn’t dated or had a one-night stand with. Breaking hearts was his favorite pastime, and he enjoyed the attention his victims gave as they begged for him to come back.

It annoyed him endlessly that someone at the university had the audacity to ignore him.

"So." Jungkook replied curtly, fumbling with some papers.

"Dude, why are you giving me the cold shoulder? I just want us to get started on this project," Jaeyong snarled, irritation lacing his words. He wasn’t used to people being rude to him.

"Yeah." Jungkook slammed the locker door shut and walked past Jaeyong.

Loser.

"Hey! Wait!" Jaeyong called out, striding down the corridor to catch up with Jungkook, drawing the attention of other students.

"We need to start this project today because the deadline’s near, and neither of us bothered to work on it. So meet me after school, and we’ll finish it at my place," Jaeyong rambled while panting, hands on his knees.

I’ll probably kill this fucker if we’re alone at his place.

"After school. My place."

With that, Jungkook turned on his heels and headed toward his next class, completely ignoring Jaeyong’s shouts.

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"Woah, what the—this isn’t a house; it’s a fucking mansion!" Jaeyong exclaimed as he arrived at the Kim mansion alongside Jungkook.

"Follow me," Jungkook ordered, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.

"Yeah, yeah."

Jaeyong admired the grandeur of the mansion—the chandeliers glowing brightly, the beautiful artworks adorning the walls, and exquisite showpieces perfectly placed around the house.

"Dude, your place is—"

"Hyung!"

Both men turned toward the sound. Jungkook’s eyes widened, realizing he had completely forgotten that Taehyung would be home. After all, the younger was always locked up in the mansion.

Taehyung abruptly stopped when he saw the unfamiliar face accompanying Jungkook. He was about to run away but was stopped by a firm grip on his wrist.

"Hey there, beautiful," Jaeyong smirked, his rough hand holding Taehyung’s delicate one tightly.

"Let go!" Taehyung shrieked, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to free himself.

"What’s your na—"

"Leave him," Jungkook growled through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at the sight of someone touching his love.

"Hey, Jeon. Is he your little brother or something? Woah, you’ve got some pretty things locked up—"

"I SAID, FUCKING LEAVE HIM!"

Taehyung and Jaeyong flinched at Jungkook’s sudden outburst. The blonde released Taehyung’s hand and took a few steps back, startled.

"Get out," Jungkook exhaled sharply, clenching his fists to resist the temptation of resorting to violence in front of Taehyung.

"Wha—"

"I said, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

The raven-haired boy’s anger boiled over as he lunged toward Jaeyong, but he was stopped by a soft tug on his sleeve.

"Hyung… no…" Taehyung whimpered, his voice trembling as he clung to Jungkook’s jacket.

"Get out, Jaeyong," Jungkook ordered coldly. It took no time for the blonde to rush out of the mansion.

That’s not it, you fucker.

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"Argh, that fucking Jeon," Jaeyong growled, kicking stones as he walked home.

"What’s his problem? That fucking loser!" he shouted, tugging on his blonde hair in frustration.

Amid his outburst, he failed to notice the sound of metal scraping against the cement. Suddenly, a hard object struck his skull, sending him crashing to the ground with a painful screech.

Clutching his head, he turned to see the culprit, trying to focus on their face. But the pain overwhelmed him, and soon he succumbed to darkness.

You’ll regret it.

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Unknown Location

"Wakey, wakey."

A bucket of water was thrown onto Jaeyong’s face, jolting him awake. He coughed violently, trying to wipe the water off his face, but his hands were restrained.

Looking down, he realized he was chained to a wall. He tugged at the cuffs in vain, hurting his wrists in the process.

That’s when he noticed someone sitting in a chair in front of him—a man dressed entirely in black, his face partially hidden by a mask.

The figure stood up and slowly approached the restrained Jaeyong, whose whimpers of fear filled the room.

Stopping in front of him, the man lowered his mask, revealing his face.

"Y-You!" Jaeyong stammered, his eyes widening in terror.

"Yep, it’s me!"