motherfucking bitch ass dickhead.

"The way you don't even have to say your thoughts aloud and I know you're cursing me out," Jungkook chuckled, watching the secretary slowly walk away from us. "Awwh you can read my mind, that's so adorable," I exaggeratedly spoke, sarcasm highlighted in my tone.

"We're just meant to be aren't we my love?" He responded with the same if not more amount of sarcasm.

"Awwh ehehe," we faked smiles while speaking in sync, hating each others mere presence.

"I thought I warned you about staying away from this event?" I spoke, speaking with a straight face since eyes were on us and the last thing we needed was people being suspicious.

"Well, I was planning on being a good boy but, something about being bad just lights the most ethereal flame inside me." He shrugged as we walked to grab some drinks, "that flame will burn you. You blew up an entire floor of the CIS, bold of you to assume you'll leave here alive." I replied, taking a sip from the juice, I'd rather not get drunk with that many people around.

"A little birdie told me you covered for me, did my star fear that I would get killed?" Jungkook spoke while tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, I wanted to slap away his hand so badly but all I could do was clench my teeth. "Actually yeah, I did fear they'd kill you,"

"It'd take away the joy of doing it myself,"

I whispered in his ear before we were approached by a Turkish woman, probably representing her country. It was a function that gathered a lot of the countries Korea were allied with. Everyone was dressed up like pretty pink princesses as if the purpose of this party wasn't to get weapons. We wanted peace of course, we just all wished to be prepared for a war. 

"Agent 001 is it?" The woman spoke in Turkish but I understood her since it was one of the many languages I knew, I nodded along to her words. "Oh my god I am the biggest fan, I love what you are, what you do, I am the wife of Turkey's president, Zehra," she excitedly shook my hand while Jungkook stood confused not understanding the language.

"Just nod along to whatever she says," I whispered to Jungkook, realising she was probably here instead of her husband. A higher up person we needed to get a good impression from.

"Thank you thank you," I released a small smile at the child like light that had lit up inside her eyes after seeing me."Boyfriend?" She tilted her head at Jungkook, I had no choice but to nod along.

"Is he good in bed?"

I choked on thin air at her sudden question, "I'm sorry?"

"I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, I've always been told to stop being so straightforward," she awkwardly chuckled. "No no, don't worry about it," I replied noticing her flushed face of embarrassment. "I think I'll let him answer, are you good in bed?" I looked over to him, I still spoke in Turkish so he wouldn't understand but I had told him to just nod along so I expected him to listen to me but I watched him slightly smirk before shaking his head.

His attempt to embarrass me failed so horribly as both me and Zehra chuckled at his response. She placed her hand on his shoulder for comfort, "it's ok, my husband's horrible too, join his club." She spoke before leaving to talk to her secretary.

"What did she say? Why did you guys laugh?" Jungkook asked, a little flustered at how I didn't seem hindered even after he went against my words. "You basically just said you were bad in bed, good job Mr Euphoria," I patted his shoulder the same way she did before leaving him dumbfounded.

I bowed to the vice president of South Korea, since the president was in the meeting room, probably begging them to sign the contract, to sell the nuke. Soon a bunch of high officials from around the globe had surrounded me, Jungkook luckily not with me. "So how is the CIS going? After the unfortunate assassination of the late chairman it must be burdensome." They spoke in English since it was something everyone would understand.

The records and CCTV of when I killed him were erased, it's not like the chairman was a good man, he had his fair share of enemies. It wasn't hard to rewrite the event. "It must be difficult, I heard an occurrence took place just the other day. An untested weapon was it? I thought it was a bombing but then again, who would dare to blow up a government building?" Another one of them spoke, not letting me answer.

"Me."

Pause.

All of us froze at Jungkook's sudden confession, he had appeared out of nowhere, butting into the conversation.

"I blew the place up with my hotness of course," Jungkook chuckled, cracking a joke after almost giving me a heart attack. Everyone forced out laughter, acknowledging his attractiveness but staying suspicious. The way I had stopped breathing after he had answered, the clear panic on my face was enough for those smart asses to know something might be up.

The lights focused to the top of the staircase, showing our president with the president of the US. "The contract has been signed!" He yelled, throwing down money in happiness. "Let us celebrate with a firework show," he gestured everyone to walk outside. Jungkook purposely walked in front of the president, knowing how much he wasn't supposed to do so.

He knew everyone present there hated his guts, and he wanted them to know he didn't give a flying fuck. He intentionally tripped to block the presidents path, to interrupt the moment of triumph. He really does wish to be killed today.

I yanked him up from the floor while gritting my teeth, "baby you're so clumsy," I faked a smile, apologising on his behalf to the president.

"Are you out of your bloody mind?" I shouted in a whisper, the firework show had already started so my words would only be heard by JK. "Just a little mindless fun, why so serious darling?" He joked, finding amusement in the situation. "You're so frustrating god, I can't stand you," I crossed my arms, trying to pay attention to the fireworks show.

"Byeol,"

I ignored him, taking a step away to distance myself from him, childishly expressing how displeased I was with him.

"Byeol..." he got closer to me, putting his hand on my shoulder for support. I watched him pretend like he was in pain, "you know what Jungkook. I've had it with your stupid acts to piss me off, stop with your drama." I lectured him, watching him continue his award winning performance. Until I noticed blood seeping out his white shirt. My eyebrows shot up in worry, eyes naturally widening in shock. I had looked away for a split second how on earth-

"Sniper." I realised it was the perfect moment for an attempt assassination. Fireworks so loud you could barely hear your own words, everyone busy admiring the scenery. "Let's get you out of here," I put his arm around me, helping him silently exit the venue. My driver was already gone, and Jungkook was in no condition to point me towards his vehicle. I quickly called for a taxi, sitting in the backseat with Jungkook laying flat.

"To the nearest hospital," I ordered, taking off Jungkook's navy blazer to wrap it around his wound to prevent any more blood loss. "How quickly can you drive us there?" I asked the cab driver. "There's a huge festival going on today, too much traffic, we'll get to a hospital in an hours time," he replied.

"And if he dies by then? Then what? THEN WHAT WILL YOU DO?" I yelled, an emotion I shouldn't be feeling taking over me as I watched the state of Jungkook. I had finally looked away from Jungkook's state to notice the cab drivers face. It was that waiter from earlier today. My entire body sort of heated up just by looking at him, it weirdly calmed down the panic I was going through.

"There must be another way, a shortcut, a way around the festival," I coughed, realising I was staring while hoping the driver would have a suggestion.

"Of course there is, but taking it would be the same as committing suicide. It's a mafias turf, no one goes there, I won't drive there no. I refuse." The driver put his hands up, showing complete fear. "Don't worry, I won't make you do something you don't want to," I smiled. "Thank you-"

"When I can just do it myself," I cut him off, taking off his seatbelt before yanking him to the passengers seat, taking the wheel.

I sped into the neighbourhood, already feeling the dark aura oozing off of the houses. I wasn't scared god no, I was just a little anxious. If we did get attacked, I would have no choice but to run, Jungkook's health in the backseat just worsens. Wasting time fighting low life's would end in him dead. And he can't die. Not yet. Not if I'm not the one who killed him.

"They're following us," the driver spoke out the obvious, shitting himself in his seat. I sped up the car, driving as fast as I could to lose the people following us. I didn't know the neighbourhood well at all, I didn't know where I was leading us to resulting in us running right into a dead end, cornered by people who wanted nothing but trouble and bloodshed. Sounds like someone I know.

"YOU JUST DROVE INTO A DEAD END!" I was yelled at by the driver.

"YOU THINK I DON'T REALISE THAT NOW?" I yelled back, gripping tightly on the wheel, contemplating on what to do next. "That looks like an awfully thin wall don't you think?" I squinted my eyes, analysing the wall in front of us. "It looks relatively thin why? NO ABSOLUTELY NOT, I JUST BOUGHT THIS CAR!" He screamed, reading my intentions.

"You are not driving into that wall, not while using my car," he sternly said before flinching at bullets being fired at us. The mafias following us had gotten bored of being patient, shooting at us aimlessly. "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!" The driver countered his earlier spoken words in fear. "I'm going to die, oh my god," he panicked, "well you know what my favourite movie is," I tried to distract him from his panic. "NO I DON'T KNOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU, HOW WOULD I KNOW?"

He yelled out of nowhere surprising me, "it's fast and the furious but ok," I replied, trying to get the car in gear. "I DON'T CARE!"

"You know if there's one thing I've established tonight it's that you're a dick," I shook my head, looking in the rear view mirror to see the men come out the car which was the unspoken plan. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DRIVE!" I got yelled at again.

"You guys can't even let a man die in peace," I heard Jungkook groan from behind.

I drove a bit backwards, pressing on the accelerator to speed towards the wall, smashing through it as the remaining fell down. Creating an obstacle for the mafias behind us. I quickly exited out the neighbourhood, losing the hooligans as we neared the hospital.

I quickly parked the car, not noticing the driver looking absolutely numb.

"I hate this job."