゛𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬!

three

𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 〆 ɟo

junggu, seoul. three months prior to the murder.

"i repeat," the brunette whispered, "a tyrant amongst men."

that was all he could say. there were no less and no more words to describe the jeon family millionaire leftovers that sat in front of him.

jeon jungkook never really knew what taehyung meant when he said that, and rather, always chose to ignore it. well that, and that he was, at the moment, preoccupied with a banana milkshake.

"oh fuck." jungkook set the milkshake down, hissing at the brain freeze he'd just given himself. "ah my brain." he chuckled as he shook his head. he hoped when he looked up, tae would find it just as funny.

he didn't.

the young man waited for a moment, then turned just as serious. ". . . when are you going to france?"

kim taehyung simply hummed, not really paying attention.

"taehyung?"

silence.

a waitress leaned down, taehyung leaned forward. the artist couldn't help but be a man— a fool. a fool for mini skirts and high-top roller skating babes serving up more than just french fries and milkshakes.

the american dream.

that was the name of the retro-themed junggu diner they usually terrorized.

the brunette chuckled, placed an arm on the headboard of the vintage red booth as he realized he was just as preoccupied with his own endeavours. maybe if he'd have stopped staring so much, he'd have noticed the man in front of him slowly getting annoyed.

"you should stop ignoring me."

"i don't ignore you."

"bullshit, tae." escaped jungkook's lips in a scoff. the cigarette he'd placed between his lips bounced up and down at his soft lip's movements. he dug deep into his suit pocket, searching for the engraved, golden lighter he always had on him. when he found it, he begrudgingly lit yet another fire between them.

"you're full of it."

"how vomit kid of me, though." taehyung smirked, glancing at the lit cigarette. "sure you're allowed to light up here?"

the dark-haired man tilted his head, stared at him dead silent for a moment before a smirk made its way to his features. "you haven't answered my question, trade me."

taehyung rolled his eyes playfully, biting his lip as he stared at the decorated, vintage record walls. "why? what are you going to do when you find out?" he decided on stalling, instead. "chase after me? hmm? jeon jungkook?" the brunette waited for a moment, a moment in which he saw his friend's eyes widen.

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" jungkook's voice got deeper, like he was compensating for something. he then huffed out, not caring to cover the cigarette smoke.

"alright, alright. if you must know, i'm leaving—"

"e-excuse me, sir. you need to put that out."

the artist and the tyrant snapped their attention to the waiter in front of them. the teenage boy was shaking from head to toe, his palms sweaty as he held an old and destroyed notepad. they said nothing, making him divert his gaze to it. "we just have families coming in sometimes and—"

"pardon you." jungkook remarked in a cool voice as he glanced at his name tag. "minjun, is it?"

"yes, sir."

"you've worked hard, so why don't you go fuc—"

"august 2nd." taehyung interrupted, tapping the table as he sighed.

a tyrant amongst men. he'd meant it before.

that jungkook could get like this. if it weren't for him, the glue that held him together, he would lose control of everything and everyone.

"i leave then... now can we go, tyrant?"