Kill Squad.
A gang of manipulators, tempers, thrives, and best of all; killers.
Ruthless human beings who have no respect, nor sympathy for anyone but each other and themselves.
The Demise.
A gang of ruthless killers, robbers, and masters of steal...
Okay, so I have a omegaverse Taekook book called Pulchritudinous and you should go read it.
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Go read it :)
Xoxo, Enjoy. -
It had been a week since Taehyung and Jungkook had sex. The gangs had basically moved into the large Kill Squad base, and the two leaders had barely spoken to one another.
That left Jungkook to be speeding around all day. One minute he would be doing paperwork and the next he was shooting targets and sparking-boxing with MoonByul in their large training room.
Currently, he was doing the latter. He was restless and emotional. But since he refused to let those feelings out, he decided that punching something over and over was the next best solution.
Jungkook's naked chest glistened with sweat as he swung his fists harshly, hitting the hand pants MoonByul was holding. She changed her position every second, every hit, keeping Jungkook on his feet. Testing him with surprise swings to his head, that he dodged easily—swiftly.
"Good! Again!" MoonByul yelled, changing her hand placements. Jungkook's grow out hair was held back out of his face in a man bun as he swung punches at the new positioned pads.
MoonByul was strong. She and Jungkook had worked out together ever since he moved in with her, finding boxing and pushing his body to its limits, therapeutic after everything that had happened to him. He liked to be able to stand up for himself. So that he would never feel weak again.
MoonByul understood that, so she kept him in shape and took him to the gym whenever he needed to get things out. She couldn't afford a lot of counseling so she resorted to the next best thing. Boxing and Martial Arts.
"Good! Again!" She yelled again, swinging her arm to hit his head. Jungkook ducked and punched her left hand pad with a great force. "What's bothering you." She paused.
Jungkook paused, letting himself pant. "What do you mean?" He asked cluelessly, droplets of sweat sliding down from his hair line.
"You're upset. Don't play dumb with me." MoonByul retorted, crossing her arms.
