Jungkook's eyes skidded to the damped window. Rain was pouring incessantly over Seoul, the air smelled of petrichor – poignant and immutable. The few people who had been left unprotected from the storm now dashed frantically down the flooded streets, soaked, and probably freezing. All Jungkook could do was stare impassively as he basked in the relief of being arid and cozied.

He was resting in the back of a red booth, pacified by the light jingle that worked as a background noise. Jungkook didn't know when he had started drumming with his fingers under the table, unfazed by the person sitting opposite of him.

"Earth to Jungkook," Taehyung's voice chimed in, and it got Jungkook blinking wondrously against the bristling fluorescent light of the lamp hanging above their heads. A sense of concussion overwhelmed him. No matter how many times he would hear Taehyung calling him by his name, the sound of it would never cease to amaze him.

Jungkook cleared his throat, gaze casting to the untouched drink which he didn't remember ordering. His brows furrowed as he tried to fathom the flavor – it had a conspicuously green color and a small Hawaiian umbrella floating above the surface. It was funny given the fact it was the middle of December. "Sorry, I've been zooning out the entire morning."

Taehyung's scrutinizing gaze lasted for another second or two before it dropped completely, and he leaned his back against the satin cushions. "We can go out in the rain if that will help you clear your mind." Sarcasm poured out of his mouth, layered with a hint of overt annoyance.

"I was just wondering how those people managed in a weather like this." Jungkook confessed, going back to contemplating the sight of passing pedestrians. "It's so poetry today."

"So what?" Taehyung asked, face falling in conniving befuddlement, not certain he had heard him correctly.

"Poetry," Jungkook repeated. "The weather. It's like a poem. Where each word is more than one thing at once and everything's a metaphor. The meaning condensed into rhythm and sound and the spaces between sentences. It's all intense and sharp, like the cold and the wind."

Taehyung's expression was mingling between complete bewilderment and pure fascination. His eyes were glinting with the entreaty to hear more of Jungkook's poesy like reasoning, as if it were a melody composed by a musician who would never play it for a second time and yet the crowd was yearning to hear more despite not understanding the true gist of the masterpiece.

Jungkook felt oddly embarrassed upon noticing the tacit way in which Taehyung questioned his motives. He thought of a quick way to change the topic but all he could focus on was the weird aroma that came off Taehyung's mug. "What are you drinking?" He hoped the abrupt swift of conversations would suffice to bring them back to normalcy.

Taehyung, obviously stunned by the randomness of the question, blinked at him before the realization that he'd been asked something dawned on him. "Tall skim milk matcha green latte," he answered and Jungkook felt ridiculous by the comparison of their beverages – his tropical milkshake and Taehyung's hot latte which matched perfectly with the winter weather.

"Is it good – "

"Save the casual talks for later," Taehyung raised a hand up, gesturing for Jungkook to quit with the pointless rambling and move to the real deal. "I'm here to seek answers, Jungkook. Whether you like it or not." The certainty of his tone was positively ostentatious.

Frankly, Jungkook had become jaded with constantly having to answer the same old queries again and again only for Taehyung to deny the authenticity of his responses. Wasn't it clear to everyone that he didn't want to remember even an ounce of his past? The grueling images of Taehyung's glazed eyes and ghostly pale skin. It was his worst nightmare and yet the punishment which the gods condemned him with because he'd chosen to seal his fate with a human.

He was in a dire need of something normal. To substitute the past with the contemporary. But then again Taehyung wasn't the one to purport.

"I've already told you everything you wanted to hear," Jungkook's sigh drifted away as a cloud in the frigid air.

"Oh, please," Taehyung sneered at his haggard demeanor, a wholeheartedly, derisive snicker. "Do you really want me believe that you've magically brought me back to life? And that we'd been... what did you call it? Lovers?"

Jungkook fidgeted with the colorful straw of his green milkshake. He couldn't believe that Taehyung had just bored him to the point he would find a Hawaiian umbrella and a straw more appealing than his company.

"Say something," Taehyung urged, unsatisfied with the lack of reaction.

"I've got nothing to say," Jungkook shrugged blankly, twirling the umbrella in between his fingers as if it was a ballerina. "If you choose to believe me instead of usurping every single – don't you dare interrupt me – what I was saying is that you should try to give me a chance."

"A chance to do what exactly?" Taehyung looked askance at the morbidly plain expression that Jungkook displayed.

"A chance to prove myself to you," he clarified. 

Silence. The gaiety of people's continual chatter filled the space with sonority. Waitresses passed by, throwing a quick glance at their still unfinished drinks, then moving to the next table to gather customers' orders. Jungkook waited for Taehyung to say something, surprisingly sanguine about the whole situation. Taehyung had no reason to trust him, sure, but a man can dream. After all he didn't wait all those centuries for Taehyung's pretentious ass to turn him down. Hunter or not, enemy or lover, Jungkook had made his decision long time ago.

"Well?" He got impatient, suffused with anticipation. His grip on the upholstery of the couch was tenacious, if he dug hard enough, he would surely leave a tear.

An itinerant glint of ambiguity reflected in the blue of Taehyung's orbs, there was no doubt he wasn't considering Jungkook's words now. It took him every bit of resolution to fight the implacable voice in his head that abetted him to succumb to the urge to use his powers in order to read Taehyung's thoughts.

After a lot of rumination, he finally nodded his head, solemnly. "Fine," Taehyung said, making it sound so simple and easy that Jungkook couldn't believe his ears at first.

"R-really?" He sputtered, almost losing his composure, and bursting in laughter.

"Of course, I have a condition." Taehyung didn't forget to add, holding back that glimpse of mock gratification as he watched the smile on Jungkook's face gradually distort into a disappointed scowl.

"What condition?" The sigh that left him was one akin to exasperation. Jungkook had to close his eyes for a second and breathe deeply, the celerity of his heartbeat still too fast and threatening.

Taehyung didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned in to take a tentative sip from his latte, delighted to see Jungkook's otherwise handsome features contorted into a grimace of brimming agony. Once he'd placed the glass back on its original spot, he opted to speak again. "You're going to help me kill every monster, mage or other creature that dwells in this city."

Jungkook stopped massaging his temple, looking up to see Taehyung's mischievous grin. "Is that it? You want me to help you with something that easy?" Now it was his turn to laugh. A tinkering sound lasting for no longer than one split second of time. "You should've said that in the start!"

Unlike him, Taehyung wasn't at all that complacent. In fact, his countenance was void of any emotions except for the slight twitch in his eye – one definitely caused by irritation. "I don't see anything funny in the condition I've given you. You'll have to kill people of your own kin. Is that what you're signing for? Are you that heartless?"

"No, no!" Jungkook instantly started shaking his head, indignant by his own desensitized affection to his nature. "Of course not. But I'm not in the best of terms with the magical realm either. Humans or monsters – they can be rotting in Hell, for all I care."

For a moment Jungkook could swear he saw the reluctance in Taehyung's eyes – the tiny, barely noticeable change in his stance that spoke of his intimidation towards Jungkook.

"So," he clapped his hands, glancing back at his untouched glass. The thought of scaring even a small part of Taehyung made Jungkook feel disgusted with himself. Recollections of the times where he was still the heartless fallen angel who everyone used to fear appeared in the back of his mind. He quickly waved the memories off, preferring to emphasis on the present. "Where do we start from?"

"There is a signal for a werewolf's pack in the Gangnam district." Taehyung grabbed the coat he had tossed on the couch and swiftly put it on, hands going into the pockets to search for a stacked cash of bill that he later threw on the table. "We're going there."

A huge grin spread across Jungkook's visage, and he quickly grabbed his drink to make a toast. "For our partnership!" He nodded his head at Taehyung who simply scoffed as he waited for him to finish with the acting. Jungkook made a humming sound as he sipped on his milkshake. "Oh, it's melon flavor."

"Stop being such a kid and go," Taehyung pulled him by the collar of his shirt towards the exist.

The rain was still pouring with no signs of ceasing. It was windy and cold, Jungkook could feel the cool air getting under his clothes but not doing an actual harm to his body.

"My car is over there!" Taehyung pointed at the black Cadillac parked across the street. However, it was impossible to reach it due to the flood that separated the two sidewalks.

"I don't think we'll need it," Jungkook turned to him and saw the questioning look on Taehyung's face. "Have you ever tried teleporting?"

"Have I tried what?" He was close to shouting.

Jungkook just grinned at him preposterously before wrapping his fingers around Taehyung's elbow and the two of them vanishing in the thin air. 

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