Nepenthe ~ тαεנιη

Seokjin is weird

Taehyung is so very happy to be in his bed, jumping on it with joy, fluffing up his pillows and ruffing his blankets. He had met again with the other members, and told them his experience, and they felt pity for the boy, but also rewarded him for not getting killed over there. But the gang vowed to get that moonchild gang back, and they wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Heh finally.."
Taehyung did want to eat, and have a drink, but he decided sleep before anything, he couldn't care less he was way to tired for anything else.

Soon the latter woke up, rubbing his eyes and looking around. Taehyung smiles knowing it's his home, his room, and his bed.

But once Taehyung started to think more thoroughly of things...
"He.. did he care about me?"

Now that Taehyung thought about it, Seokjin would let him go to the bathroom, would feed him, and changed his seating area into a bed, and changed the temperature of the room for him.

Right?

"He.. did he do that for me? Or was it maybe just a.. coincidence.."

Seokjin growled. He is angry. Very very angry. And moody really. He felt aggression, wanting Taehyung back in his clutches again. He barely even knows he boy, he doesn't even know what V's real name is anyway.

But that's why Seokjin was working hard to find out. It was almost like a craving. A craving for a boy he hates so bad, but wants as his.

"He's mine, and I won't let him get away."
He was starting to sound like some obsessive lover, stalking there ex.

Minjae laughed.
"Seokjin. We got some extra info on that V kid."

Seokjin slid his body around.
"Really? What is it?"

Minjae smiles, knowing Seokjin would be all for the info.
"His real name is kim Taehyung, and he's 17. He joined the gang a few months ago, so he's not to trained."

Seokjin smirked.
"Kim Taehyung..? Hmm.."

Ofcourse the name lingered in his brain, sticking to it like glue. The older chuckled from his nose.
"I want two of us to spy on them. See if there going anywhere. After all we did find where they live.. they could move any time."

Minjae nodded.
"I'll send some off. While that's going on, the others are trying to find some more of BTS's identities."

Seokjin smirked, looking down at his phone, the picture of Taehyung on his home screen.
"I'll get you kim Taehyung.. just wait.. both heaven and hell will be crashing down on you.."
The latter laughed, slipping his phone into his pocket. Seokjin is crazy again. Insane. Just like his middle school years.

Seokjin held a small glass bottle in his hand, that was filled with highly toxic poison, and laughed, jugging down the poisonous drink, soon after crushing the glass in his hand, watching the glass shards along with blood drop of his hand. The man had been doing this for a while now, drinking toxic liquids. Why? So he could be immune to them. He first started with less and less poisonous liquids, soon to stronger ones. At this point Seokjin just felt immoral, almost. Venom and corrupted drinks no longer affected him, his body used and immune to it, almost like he drank the same poison liquids everyday. He used to do this in middle school, when he was in a gang. His other gang members feared someone would try to poison there leader,  so Seokjin ended up becoming imune to it.

"Sir, we found these files on Kim Taehyung, and his other gang member, named Jimin."