"You seem distracted, Chickie."

The sun falling through Jungkook's studio window looked strange. So bright and white. But wasn't this what sunlight was supposed to look like?

A hand pinching my side made me tear my eyes away from the clear window, up to Jungkook who was laying above me, both hands busy exploring the skin underneath my shirt with a lazy half grin, seemingly amused at my lack of focus.

"Seriously, what's up with you today?"

"I- uhm." It was hard to think with the sensation of his rough palms caressing my sides like that, wandering higher and higher. Why was I here again?

"Hm~?" He cocked his head to the side, smiling cheekily.

"Jungkook..."

"Yeah?"

"How did we- how did we meet?"

He laughed, face dropping into the crook of my neck for a second, to muffle an incredulous snort, "You're so weird, Chibi. You're lucky I love you."

This made my brain crash for a second, "I- yeah- what- just answer."

"I dunno, you tell me." He winked, fingers under my shirt fanning out, covering the entirety of my sides and stomach, emitting warmness that only fueled the dizzy laziness that my mind's been clouded by the entire day now.

"I don't... remember." I had to admit.

"Aww." The sunlight from the window behind him made it appear like he was wearing a halo, fluffy hair illuminated by golden white, fake pout adorning his lips, „You really care so little about our relationship that you already forgot how we met?"

"Of course not, don't be an idiot." I punched his shoulder playfully, "It's just that..."

"Well," Jungkook leaned in, stopping close enough to make me feel his breath on my cheek, but could still look me in the eyes, "It was less honorable than you think."

„What?"

snap

I came to abruptly - Jungkook's hands on my skin, his weight above me, the warmth of the sunlit studio or the sofa beneath me mixed into one, like on a huge color palette, swirling together til I snapped out of it, head jerking up with my eyes now wide open.

"What the fuck." I groaned, eyes getting used to the darker room I now found myself in. My head was hammering, static buzz in my ears only clearing as the seconds went on.

Triste brick walls encaged me - something like a laundry room? - the humid cold a stark contrast to the cozy warmth I had been in just second ago.

I cursed once I realized why I wasn't able to move - my feet and arms were tied to a chair, which miraculously explained the severe back pain that hit me once I had regained all my senses. Fuck.

Yet the most prominent aspect of my current situation, by far, were the two men beating the crap out of each other.

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„Oh, you fucking bastard." Jungkook's first reflex would've been to cut off that stupid motherfucker's face, so that he wouldn't have to see that gross grin ever again. But a voice of reason (Chibi's voice, obviously) held him back from doing just that. He also didn't want to get blood onto his bed.

Instead he kicked up into Hoseok's stomach, using just enough force to send him flying into the next wall with a grunt, scythe only a hair's length away from his neck within seconds. That guy had purposely made him walk all the way back to the apartment, with a logical, unassuming argument, fully knowing that she wouldn't be here. He made Jungkook lose time intentionally.

„Where-" Jungkook stepped onto one of Hoseok's hand, turning his boot for emphasis until he heard that satisfying cracking that made the white haired wince, "-where is she?"

„Fuck, what do I know- AHHG!" A loud crack and Jungkook probably ruined Hoseok's hand for good. He was very willing to deal with the second one and then just leave him be, fully knowing that he was doomed to a slow, painful death without a functioning hand in this environment.

„Fuck, stop, STOP! I'll show you- I'll show you-!" Hoseok whimpered, pulling his hand away as soon as Jungkook had lifted his foot.

Roughly, unforgivingly Jungkook pulled the other men up by the collar, shoving him toward the entrance, „If this 's another game to waste time I'm gonna cut off yer arms and leave you to bleed out, got it? Got no reason to keep you alive if you're for no use."

„Geez, yeah, okay." Hoseok flinched away from the other man, „No need to get so vulgar."

Jungkook fantasized about punching his teeth out.

„Woah- c-chill!" Jungkook had started to make it a routine to poke Hoseok with the tip of his blade every time he slowed down. Itworked surprisingly well and as a bonus he got to hear the sucker's girly screeches every time he did.

„Yer fault for not hurryin'." Jungkook rasped dryly, having ridiculously much fun.

„Fuck you- eep-" Every cuss word would mean another scythe-poke, Jungkook decided, „A-also, jus' so you know- this isn't my fault that she's in there, okay? Yokohama's just... different."

„The fuck you mean by that? If yer talking about the prowlers- thanks but we noticed already, fuckass."

„Well, you'll see." The white haired muttered under his breath, gloomy expression on his face that was caused entirely by Jungkook being a fucking menace.

Granted, the dark haired was especially terrible today, but hell who could blame him, the poor boy was just sooo excited to see Chickie angain.

"When will we be there~" Jungkook dragged childishly, much like a little kid on vacation with his parents, poking the other man for no reason at all.

"Fuck, will you stop already??" Hoseok nodded at a basement door that was partially build underground already, three wonky steps leading down to the entrance, "It's here."

Much to the older's relief, Jungkook dropped his stupid antics right on cue.

It must've looked fascinating to an outsider like Hoseok, seeing how the childish fool, that had nearly beaten the crap out of him earlier AND broken his hand, tensed up like that, brows furrowed as he took in a fighting stance, carefully approaching the basement door.

"If this was a joke, I'll kill you." Jungkook glared at Hoseok, using the lower end of his weapon to push the older forward.

"Huh? What are you-"

"You open the door."

"Why?! Are you scared?" Hoseok tried.

"No, I think you are scared," The brunet cocked his head to the side, "-that's why you're gonna open that fucking door. Just in case you fucked around with me."

Hoseok stared up at the man, at his impatient look and gulped.

"I mean- ma-maybe Hide is done with her already-" He stammered cryptically, giving Jungkook no context for his words before he pulled open the heavy metal door, a groaning shriek emitting from it's hinges that must've not been used in atleast a year.

"Jung." A distorted face glared at him through milky eyes, the body of a man slumping towards him like hung up on a puppeteer's string - an actually fitting description giving said man's constitution.

It turned out Hide was not done already.

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if u didn't get it, Hide is the one behind Chibi disappearing👍🏻

My naming will get a lot more obscure in this story, Dino wasn't even my worst move

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