BLOODLEADER

          ^{he almost laughed at that. the boy was   amusing,   he had to admit that. some of the shit that came out of his mouth didn’t even make sense, but it was still entertaining nonetheless. if it weren’t for the   reputation   jimin had to withhold, he might have actually had a conversation with the guy. it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to, it was just— what was he supposed to say to someone that was   grinding   on him with no intention of actually getting in his pants ?  it wasn’t as if he could actually be himself, dirty talk  &  then leave satisfied. no, that would just make it worse. he already had a hard time keeping his hands to himself as it was with the way the blonde   teased   him, moving his hips against him just barely, but   not enough.  the grip of his hand on his throat didn’t help much either. you could say he had a thing for   choking.   he lets out a huff of air upon hearing the male’s words, his tongue peeking out to quickly moisten his lips.    ❛    shut up.     ❜}

                 _{KING OF WITS   ;   he definitely is not. but it’s not like that would ever stop him from speaking whatever it was that went through his non-filtered mess of a mouth. though he does have his, shall we say   …   m o m e n t s. maybe even counted as random strokes of GENIUS when it comes to the art of seduction, or annoyance. whichever comes first   !    nothing really matters as long as he gets his hands on the big bucks   !     ❛     you’re such a MEANIE   —   who shit on your cereal this mornin’, mister   ?   i was jus’ tryin’ to be f r i e n d l y. can y’blame me to want to get to know my FAVOURITE client   ?     ❜     &   with his words, silas merely continued to tease, fingers taking turns with his hips ever so often to g h o s t over the middle of his hips. pearly whites tugged onto his lesser petal, grey-speckled hues g a z i n g up to the male through curled lashes   —   almost LOVINGLY, even. as if he was actually scorned.     ❛     ‘m really HURT, y’know   —   doesn’t daddy want t’play with me   ?     ❜}

STARVEDEATH

          _{❝   i won’t keep you waiting ANY LONGER, then.  ❞    he can’t help the low groan that leaves his lips as silas drops from his arms, TEASE. he bows his head down, words are a BREATH against the other’s mouth. meeting pearly teeth with silas’ bottom lip, dragging up slow    &    rough. .   ❝   i love you.  ❞    flashing a small PREDATORY SMILE at silas for a moment, straightening his suit, he makes his way through the smoke    &    the smell of sweating bodies with entangled limbs. still feeling silas right beside him   ;   it brings him COMFORT. neon lights cast a harsh shadow on jungkook’s features, his expression cold, unforgiving, WRATH-FILLED thoughts show in his movements.    &    even if jungkook had given silas his gun, the knife within the confines of his suit jacket would do just nicely. he could gut them just for silas, just like he said. leaving CARNAGE behind in his wake, as the love of his life watched on in intent.} 

          _{jungkook’s large amount of black suits would always deem useful because of the dark crimson that would splatter    &    stain    &    make SUCH A MESS.  punch drunk men too obsessed with the bodies in front of them or beside them was all he could see. something that they would forget. but they would remember the MONSTER that is jeon jungkook. usually clean in his kills, not bothered to clean the blood    &    dismembered body parts, they were too obvious    &    too easy to track. he kept the special messy nights for silas. it was an unspoken promise he had made, still all he wanted was to make silas happy. to see the smile on his face so bright, brighter than anything he has seen in his entire life, constellations strung themselves up within his CRAZED eyes    &    jeon jungkook was in love with them.} 

           _{finding the four men was easy, surrounded by a thicker smoke. they had mafia written all over them, alcohol sloshing in glasses with half lidded expressions. DISGUSTING. it was disgusting. white suits, expensive liquor being wasted, washed down throats of men that were GONE to this world. though as jungkoook knew, the khangpae specialised in their fancy weaponry    &    fighting ESPECIALLY when drunk, they had to be ready. always. just as jungkook has to be, but it all seemed ridiculous when jungkook was completely    &    utterly sober    &    about to KILL THEM ALL. the dragon tattoos were peeking from above their suits, snaking up their necks,    &    jungkook could see even in the dim lighting that each one was EXACTLY the same. TOO OBVIOUS. all jungkook can be reminded of is his own brand at the top of his spine.}    

          _{❝   the jeon family send their regards.  ❞    a growling bitter mutter, before jungkook roughly grabs onto the tie of the leader’s suit pulling him up to stand shoving him to the wall opposite them both .  the knife now in jungkook’s hand met the man’s lower stomach digging in    &    cutting up so swiftly it was like LIGHTING so smooth like fucking BUTTER    &    jungkook reveled in it. blood already coating jungkooks arms. the boy watched as eyes rolled UP, UP, UP into the back of his skull. though, jungkook knew he wasn’t dead. not yet. he would die CHOKING ON HIS OWN BLOOD, but not yet. jungkook was saving him for later. he could hear silas’ GIGGLES floating through the too hot air, meeting his ears like a SWEET KISS. it takes a few seconds for the rest of the man’s associates to register what had just happened, jungkook realises,    &    he feels the clammy too-large hand PULLING at his shoulder turning him around    &    throwing a PUNCH straight to the side of his face.    &   the SMILE on jungkook’s face after that very moment    (  BLOOD CURDLING    &    VISCIOUS  )     turns into bared teeth.    ❝   don’t you dare fucking touch me.  ❞    &    the kick to the chest that sends the other man reeling back, allows jungkook to spit out an almost mouthful of blood.}

         _{all the fights, the wars, the BLOODSHED   —   to him, it was merely a blur of punctured limbs   &   scarlet rains, each time greater than the last, especially if it was brought upon the hands of his baby boy. every couple has their distinct   …   f e a t u r e   —   some do yoga, some do picnics, their’s might be a little more on the obscure side but it’s what gives them their charm   !   nothing says love like cold-blooded murder on a saturday night, after all   !   oceanic hues kept its gaze locked intently onto the scene before him, fuscia-tinted brims curled its edges up h e a v e n w a r d s, though really   —   there was nothing HEAVENLY about this. with more vices than actual virtue, whose to say that these two weren’t crafted by the hands of lucifer himself   ?   sent up to earth to reign h e l l upon sinners such as themselves   ;   PLAYING GOD to other mortals they deemed to be the scum underneath their feet. he watched as each scrape of metal against porcelain skin welcomes a new stream of crimson   &   boy, does jungkook look absolutely entrancing draped in RED.} 

        _{whether his fingers were wrapped around a pole   /   a gun, there was no mistaking that under the cigarette smoke   &   flickering of n e o n fluorescence of one of south korea’s premiere red light districts, he was completely in his ELEMENT. silas didn’t even offer a flinch as he saw jungkook rain violence upon faces of forgotten men, the elder merely letting out a few amused giggles   &   excited squeals at the sight of more BLOOD pooling out. his fingers itched over the trigger, twitching as his body yearned for MORE, MORE, MORE   !   not that jungkook didn’t do a good job, NO   —   seeing his dearly b e l o v e d so entranced within wrecking havoc was positively enthralling, as always jungkook was his most beautiful in this state but   …   he wanted to have some fun too   !   &   with that, he let his hold onto the trigger run WILD, each bullet hitting standing   &   even lifeless figures, giggles spilling out after each shot.   BANG   !   BANG   !   BANG   !   bodies fell, in his crazed eyes   —   they were mere target practice. who knew a body that was practically skin   &   bone, figure seemingly tiny   &   cowering   —   could have all that POWER   ?}

          _{❛     y’tell ‘em, kooks   !   show ‘em who’s boss   !     ❜     although red wasn’t painted over him like it was with jungkook, everyone knew just how much blood was s p i l t in his hands. the blond practically flew across the room   &   circled his arms around the brunette’s neck again, soon followed by TWISTING of his legs around his hops.     ❛     my baby boy did so good   —   he was so cool too   !   whole bunch’a blood   &   guts, that guy’s stomach just went like pss   —   ssh   splat   &   stuff   !     ❜     he rewards him with a kiss, before fully realising just how much crimson was upon his love. the smaller let one hand untangle over its hold   &   swipe over a trail of fresh s c a r l e t, parting his brims as he dipped two fingers into the heat. cheeks hollowing, bright hues locked with jungkook’s own, digits carefully trailing out at the same of a loud, shameless MOAN.     ❛     tastes so good   ——     ❜     he flashed a smirk, hand clasping around the gun turning the muzzle up to jungkook once more, metal pushed up to his s k u l l. a threat.    ❛     how about it, baby boy   ?   would’ya let be a good boy for daddy   &   let ‘im have a little taste of YOU now, hm   ?     ❜}

STARVEDEATH

         _{he LOVES. loves so undeniably, unconditionally, unrelenting    &    remains unforgiving of that love in its entirety. jungkook wants to bring him THE WORLD, to place it in his delicate hands. bring it to him with all the bloodshed    &   destruction that lived within the confines of jungkook’s own veins.  EVERY LITTLE BIT of ecstatic excitement    &    happiness just made him fall deeper.   JE T’AIME.  JE T’AIME.  JE T’AIME.    &    a little voice inside of his head says that he had been SECRETLY HOPING for silas to react in this way, jungkook KNOWS how much silas loves VIOLENCE    &    GUNS    &    BLOOD    &    KNIVES  just as much as he himself did, they shared the same love for death it brought them forever closer. intertwining their hearts    &    their minds.    &    jungkook is met with no surprise when excitement brims over the edge.    &    he’s biting his bottom lip through the still-wide smile that has not yet left his features. something in jungkook SNAPS. he had just put a loaded gun in silas deveraux choi’s hands and he can’t bring himself to regret it one little bit. first with the intent of allowing silas a gun to have all the fun he wants as jungkook dealt with the men he intended to kill, though in his mind he knew that he had CRAVED this.    ❝   if you WANT TO ?  silas, you know you can do anything you want. if you WANT TO then you can.  ❞    ANYTHING.}

          _{eyes darken DANGEROUSLY,    &    his heart beats a little faster. NOT OUT OF FEAR, quite the opposite. the pressure of the gun sending a WHIRLWIND of thoughts that prick his skin    &    run through him like electricity. he could fucking die    &    yet silas was there playing ROTTEN GOD.    &    jungkook adored the look in his eyes. crazed glint that looked like they were sparkling. he was forever lost in the feeling of him and the pressure of the gun against his skull. silas   &    jungkook are in their own little world ONCE AGAIN.    &    everything was forgotten except the boy in his arms.  a hand raises up slowly to brush the pad of his thumb along silas’s bottom lip  —–  SO PRETTY. he was distracted for a moment by the image of silas with a gun against his mouth, something dark    &    cold against something so soft    &    rosy. SO PRETTY.    ❝   mm  —–  we can PLAY, mon amor.     ❞    almost to make a point, jungkook presses his head harder against the metal, making it dig into his scalp. he’s had multiple guns held up to his head, that were a bite of cold, hard metal    &    the anger of now DEAD MEN that rattled his brain with the noise of a bullet. but none of those moments could ever compare to this. it was HIS SILAS with a body    &    a voice    &    a mind    &    a touch that sends him crazy in every single good way possible.    ❝   anything for you, daddy.  anything you want. i’m only good FOR YOU.   ❞    his words come out like a growl through parted lips, a rough whisper only heard by silas    &    silas alone. words only meant for him.}

            _{the expression etched upon his features was far too MANICAL   ;   he wasn’t pegged as a   ‘   certified nutso   ’   for nothing, after all.   A WHOLE ‘LOTTA PRETTY   &   A WHOLE ‘LOTTA CRAZY.   &   people thought harley quinn was unhinged. just when one would think that it wasn’t possible that someone could be that   …   crazy   —   really, y’ain’t seen nothin’ yet   !   one b e a t of his giggles alone would send any sane person running for their life   —   but silas   &   jungkook weren’t exactly   …   n o r m a l, were they   ?   the KILLER KING   &   the ROTTEN GOD, devoted to the art of chaos   &   detrimental destruction   ;   they’d give bonnie   &   clyde a run for their money.     ❛     yeah   ——   ?     ❜     his word lingers as pearly whites flashed within his grin, index placing even more p r e s s u r e onto its hold of the trigger. just a tiny push would send jungkook’s brain splattering to the ground   &   god   —   did the thought EXCITE him. he tuts, digits that were raking within the other’s locks tugging harshly.     ❛     look at you   ;   such a good boy for daddy, aren’t ‘ya, kooks   ?   my sweet baby boy   —     ❜     a kiss.     ❛     what’d i do to deserve such a good boy, hm   ?   god, i love you,     ❜}

              _{despite prying eyes, c e r u l e a n optics still found themselves only able to focus on the beauty before him. jeon fucking jungkook   —   a mess of long, muscled limbs   &   features that could cut diamonds, towering figure possibly making adonis himself QUIVER. the fact that he leaned into the cold metal instead inching to further himself away from it made the elder g r i n, rewarding the brunette with yet another kiss upon his cheeks.     ❛     what’cha waitin’ for then, baby boy   ?   y’kept daddy waiting for TOO LONG, don’t ‘ya think   ?     ❜     his words rang of a CHALLENGE as he lowered the weapon down, making a point to d r a g the cold metal against the point in which his lips seconds ago sat. it served as a WARNING   —   ‘   you better not disappoint, baby boy   …   OR ELSE   —   !!    ’   silas, too lowered himself down, making sure to brush his thin legs across between jungkook’s hips before letting himself back to stand.     ❛     give daddy a good show, hm   ?     ❜}