My Sweet Obsession (Taekook) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18: Shoot

(S/R: "Circles" by Post Malone. The lyrics don't go with the chapter, but the music does and it's such a good song!)

"Ow!" Taehyung exclaims as Jin applies some ointment onto his sore feet. It's been a week and the minor burns are already starting to heal.

"Sorry, Tae. I'll try being more careful." Jin says, using Taehyung's nickname. Taehyung winces again at the cold cream stinging his feet. Jin dabs some more on his feet, making sure he's careful.

Taehyung is sitting in Jungkook's lap, being held close by the other. Jungkook watches Taehyung wince and hiss at the pain of the ointment, still regretting accidentally causing him to get hurt.

Jungkook doesn't like the feeling of regret. He's never felt it before and he hates it. But, he doesn't hate feeling it for Taehyung's purpose.

"Tiger, I'm sorry..." Jungkook whispers, giving Taehyung a peck on the shoulder. Jin's eyes widen.
"Did you just say sorry?" He asks, bewildered.

Jungkook glares at him.
"If you tell anyone I'll slit your throat and personally watch you bleed to death." He threatens. Jin shuts his mouth, knowing Jungkook has probably done that to multiple people in the past.

"Alright, I'm all done, Tae." Jin says, standing up and putting his medical gear back into its small box.
"Thanks. Do you know when it'll be healed?" Taehyung questions, not wanting to feel the burning pain of his burnt feet any longer.

"I don't know exactly. It will stop hurting so much soon enough." Jin says. Taehyung nods, going to stand up. Jungkook pulls him back down, wanting to lay on the couch with him.

Taehyung doesn't even attempt to make an escape. There's no point anymore - plus, he likes it when Jungkook cuddles with him.

Suddenly, a knock is heard at the front door. The other four went shopping, so there's no surprise there. Jin was left home to make sure Jungkook didn't runaway with Taehyung or something. They still don't trust Jungkook - not too much at least.

Jin answers the door, letting the other four in with food and other essentials. Once they're finished putting it all away, Hoseok goes over to Taehyung.

"Are your feet getting better?" He asks. Taehyung smiles, nodding.
"Good. Then you can start doing the shopping instead of me." Hoseok says, a cheeky smile forming on his face.

Taehyung playfully rolls his eyes. Namjoon's voice can be heard throughout the house.
"Alright, everyone on the balcony." His loud voice tells everyone. Jungkook and Taehyung hop up from the couch.

Taehyung tries walking but winces when he feels pain in his feet. Jungkook immediately picks him up bridal-style, carrying him outside. Namjoon, Jimin and Jin each have a gun in their hand.
"We're going to teach you how to use a gun." Jimin says, gaze travelling from Yoongi, to Hoseok, and landing on Taehyung.

"Taehyung. You need to learn how to use a gun the most. Come over here." Jimin says, handing Taehyung his gun. Jungkook sets Taehyung down at the railing of the balcony.

"Okay, I know your feet hurt, but you'll need to stand like this." Jimin shows Taehyung the proper stance position. Taehyung copies him, standing strong.

"Now, hold your gun like this." Jimin holds his own gun up, level with his eyeline. Taehyung mirrors his demonstration.
"Good. Aim for the bottom of the big tree." Jimin stops standing in his stance and points to the biggest tree outside.

Taehyung shuffles around a little, readjusting his aim.
"Relax a little, you're too tense." Taehyung relaxes his shoulders.
"Good, on three, shoot. 1... 2... 3!"

BANG!

Taehyung feels an abrupt vibration go through his entire body. Adrenaline courses through his whole body, his heartbeat speeding up. What a thrill.

"Wow, nice shot!" Namjoon says, surprised at how good Taehyung's first shot was. Taehyung chuckles a little, turning to Namjoon and setting the gun by his side.

"I was brought up in a house with two mafia members as parents. You didn't think they didn't train me?" Namjoon nods at his point.

"Okay, since you don't need anymore training, it seems, Hoseok, it's your turn." Jin says. Hoseok walks up to the railing, Jimin demonstrating to him what he did to Taehyung.

Taehyung is lifted up again by Jungkook. He subconsciously wraps his arms around the other's neck, watching Hoseok have a go at shooting.

Jungkook smiles at how cute Taehyung looks. He's adorable. Jungkook bends his neck, giving the other a kiss on the cheek. Taehyung blushes like crazy.

"You're good at shooting. But I'm a little confused." Jungkook states, gaining the attention of the boy in his arms.
"Why are you confused?" He asks.

Jungkook tilts his head.
"Don't you ever have the urge to shoot someone?" He questions.
"Well, I've never actually needed to shoot someone. My parents usually did that if our house was broken into or something." Taehyung explains.

"So, you've seen people get shot?" Jungkook asks and Taehyung nods.
"Doesn't it look satisfying?" At this, Taehyung shakes his head.
"Not when you're six years old and have someone else's blood splattered all over you." Taehyung says. Jungkook nods, understanding how it might've been scary for a six year old.

"Have you ever wanted to kill someone?" Jungkook asks, genuinely curious.
"No. I mean, if they deserve it or its self defence, then maybe." Taehyung shrugs.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer." Taehyung starts.
"What is it?" Jungkook says, wanting Taehyung to continue.
"H-how m-many people have you killed?" Taehyung asks, looking away just in case that was a question Jungkook didn't want to answer.

Jungkook thinks for a moment, trying to count. He turns his head to Taehyung.
"Tiger, I've killed that many people, I've lost count." Taehyung's eye widen, him gulping.
"But, just for reassurance, I would never hurt you." Jungkook adds.

Taehyung mentally punches himself. I've fallen in love with a fucking serial killer. What's wrong with me?

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