Warning : skip to the ******* if you can't handle abuse.

Jimin :"Your first task. Separate his head from his body." A minute passed by in silence after those words were the last ones to be spoken. Jungkook felt his hands shaking trying to refrain them from doing so gripping on to his jacket. He looked twice at Jimin to see if the other was lying or maybe..... Maybe joking but he stood there without any shift of expressions.

The more he stared the the body the more he felt disgust, the man was almost naked filled with his own blood. He shut his eyes tight and nodded once knowing worse was about to come. If the first task was like this he wondered what the rest was about.

Jimin :"on your right, there are several tools on the table. See if you can tell what you will use for this. " As much as stupidity flew out of this question, he knew it too. He just wanted to see what the other was going to do. It was obvious he had no idea about such things. Jungkook slowly walked over to the table eyeing the several scary tools laying there including hammers, nails, several types of blades and daggers, guns, bullets and knives. He gulped when he saw a damn chainsaw laying there and a few tools he didn't even had idea what they were.

He hesitated picking them up if they had disgusting blood from previous people on it too but they seemed quite cleaned and shiny as if they were new. He picked a blade in his hand and another in the other one turning towards Jimin with confusion oozing out of his orbs.

Jimin :"Anything that you think will make the process shorter and easier for you. Grab it and do it." Jungkook once again looked at tools going with the blade he picked up. He stepped towards the man who was hanging down the robes. He moved the blade near his throat with his shaky, untrained hands. The blade was shaking. He knew you can't cut a damn throat like you cut vegetables.No matter for how long he stayed there he couldn't bring himself to even leave a small cut on his neck. He felt the man's breath getting heavier knowing his painful death was nearing him.

Jimin stayed there watching, but his patience was running out. He walked near them grabbing Jungkook s wrist tightly bringing it up with so much force he pulled it down that it would go cross the throat. Jungkook shut his eyes closed ready for the impact but his hand stopped with the blade right on the skin of the man. Nothing happened.... Nothing happened.

Jimin :"Keep your eyes open, or I will make you do worse. Do it and get it done." He stepped back again crossing his arms.

Do it and get it done, do it and get it done, do it and get it done.

The words repeated inside Jungkook's brain as a sudden wave of anger rushed through his veins. He was going to do it. He pulled his hand up back in air holding the blade with both hands and brought them down with such force the blade went past the man's throat half way. His wind pipe burst spraying out the blood as if it was water. Mwelled sounds started erupting out of the man as his blood kept spurting out dirtying jungkook's clothes along with hands and face.

"One more. "He heard Jimin saying that as he pulled the blade out and repeated the process till the head was separated from the man's body. The head rolled down the ground as a football.

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He stepped back, blade slipping out of his hands as he looked down at his hands filled in blood. A sudden attack of anxiety started hitting him as now his whole body was shaking miserably.

Jimin :"Washroom's on the right side of the room." It was as if he knew what the other needed the most. Jungkook wasn't the first one to be here anyways. Hearing that the other ran out of the room shutting the door closed to the restroom and crouched down in front of the pot throwing out a load. His whole inside was twisting and turning in disgust as the image of a head - cut body appeared in front of his eyes. The Mwelled voice started echoing the walls of his brain as he held his hair tightly almost pulling on to them.

The hitman in the room looked at Jimin as to why he just let the other leave this quickly. "What's his name?" The hitmen asked.

Jimin :"Jungkook" He picked up the blade walking over to the sink washing it off before sanitizing it. He hummed a melody walking his way there. It was the blood that brought him to the darkest holes of this world.

"You can't let him go already, he still had to perform colombian Necktie. That includes in the first task." The hitmen hissed, he was in charge of training the newbies he didn't want to be put in front of the boss and asked questions about his qualifications. The least - he wanted was death

Jimin :" You don't get to order me around. The moment I stepped in the room you should've known I was going to keep my eyes on that boy. When I am not around you can go to hell and do whatever bulshit is in your training sessions but don't ever say shit in front of me again. "He argued back, eyes as if they ruled the darkest shadows. The other knew he stood no chance in front of that anymore so he kept his mouth shut.

Jungkook on the other hand was done throwing out, once he stood up his eyes fell on himself in the reflection of the mirror. Filled in blood of a person who was alive just a few minutes ago. He rushed up to the sink and started washing his arms and hands. Not caring one but if it was wetting his clothes. His hands panicked, rushing over of his shirt trying to wash off the blood. It was too much. He felt cold, his whole body was cold numbing his senses till they were freezing. He groaned out holding his head again dragging himself to the shower turning on the faucet. He failed to notice the temperature of the water as he watched the way water started turning red as soon as it hit his body. He let out a few loud pants falling right on his knees throwing his head down in defeat. He stayed there letting the water clean the blood off his clothes along with calming him. Slowly he was regainin his senses getting out of his panic attack. It was all his doing....

You chose this for yourself.

Within next few moments he heard a knock at the door, his body and tongue failed to take his side as he stayed there on the floor. The door opened revealing Jimin who walked in quietly turning off the faucet. He didn't really seem to be affected by any of it as if he was much used to people going through this shit nor he cared before walking in, if the other was naked or not.

Jimin :"Get up, you need to learn how to use a gun."

Jungkook :"Does that really not affect you? All that blood and killing people so mercilessly." the silence he received in return gave him his answers. Right, whom he was kidding to. He stood up taking another shopping bag from Jimin knowing he brought him clothes. He needed them ofcourse.

Jimin :" Train yourself till you enjoy doing it. That's the only way you can survive here. " He walked up to the door to leave. "Come out within three minutes." With that he closed the door.

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The two stopped in another room in the same basement. The room seemed to be quite huge with several targets to practice shooting. Jungkook seemed to be doing quite better than he was before. A sight of gun was supposed to scare him but it didn't. What he went through an hour ago. He doesn't think anything could scare him anymore but he knew.... There was always more to come.

Jimin :"You are on your own now. I have work to do. They will train you. After this they will take you over to polish your fighting skills. After that you are free. Roam around the building or whatever up to you."

Jungkook :" when will you return."

Jimin : "8 or 9 by night. Oh and make sure to eat. You may lose appetite for a day or two but keep your nutrition in check. Sleep and food are two important factors. You can't fall weak when you are needed." He left leaving the younger alone in the room. He turned to look at a few people training, trying to hit the targets on the other side of the glass that was preventing the loud sounds from filling up the whole building.

Someone walked up to Jungkook, wearing a white T-shirt tugged in his jeans. Only by the looks of him Jungkook could tell he was the trainer here. He was tall, well built with a broad chest and shoulders proudly on view. "Hey you are new here?What's your name? "

"Jeon Jungkook." He replied to which the other extended his hand out for a shake. "Call me Eddy." Jungkook shook his hand and the other took him to the other side of the glass not before they both wore a sound proof headphones with an earpiece inside to be able to hear each other.

Eddy picked up a gun as he started messing with it looking at Jungkook. "Before we start, usually people when coming to learn how to shoot they focus on how to hit their target. But the first and basic step is always to know your weapon first. If it's working alright, if your posture is alright, if you are holding the weapon properly. Once they are perfect hitting the target won't be a huge deal. "Eddy explained as he started removing the parts of the gun one by one. Holding out the barrel of the gun showing it to Kook.

Eddy :" There shouldn't be much lubricant, once the oil hardens the gun can explode on you. Make sure to check there is no crack on the barrel either. Once you are done." He put the pieces back showing him how things are done and started pulling on the front slide loading the gun several times." It should be smooth once you load it "He also showed him how to fill up the magazine and all the basics he needed to know about a basic pistol.

Eddy :" Now we get in position. "Jungkook took the position looking as clueless as ever. He was supposed to be. He was here for the first time after all. Eddy helped him relaxing his shoulder making sure they were not too tense to put burden on them. Once Jungkook shot the bullet it hit the target. Not the center but quite near the center which surely surprised Eddy.

Eddy :"It's really your first? It was quite good." He complimented him. "Uh yeah, I guess I am good at throwing darts so that helped with the target." Jungkook replied skipping the part that he told Jimin where he used to shoot the targets or balloons to get plushies as a prize in return for YN in amusement parks. He didn't want to make a fool out of himself especially in front of a professional seeing how Jimin scoffed at him in disbelief.

Eddy :"That done you a favor." He trained Jungkook for a next few hours. The other was relatively quite good at it so even at first lesson he had to move Jungkook to start shooting using one hand standing at the same point.He also increased the distance between the guy and the target. Once Jungkook was done there he felt weak and that's when he realized he didn't eat anything after breakfast at 9am in the morning and it was already 5pm.He thought maybe he could just skip a bit and go to eat but they straight took him to a gym next. There was a huge area in the gym empty which people probably used to learn fight. The gym itself was quite big having each kind of workout machine.

They knew it wouldn't take much time to get him trained. He was already good at everything. Once he was done with everything he sat on the mat where he was training a moment ago. Light pants escaping his lips trying to calm down from the intense session before. His eyes fell on the entrance and saw YN standing there. He wondered how much she already knew about the place. He thought only those are allowed in the basement who have to train.

The two went back to their room. YN brought food for Jungkook knowing he was starving since morning. He ate in silence till then she brought a first aid box taking a seat beside him. Once he was done eating she carefully treated all of his wound, those on his knuckles especially he got while training.

"It must be hard." She said as she put her hand on his cheek which he took a hold of planting a kiss on it next. "Bearable." He smiled.

YN :"Let's sleep." He had a lot of questions towards her related to how many people she knew... How much she knew about this place but he decided to call it a night. Everything that was happening in their lives, they were just drifting apart. They both knew it and they feared it the most.

The two settled down on bed facing each other while holding hands in the middle of them.He occasionally rubbed the pad of his thumb over her smooth skin."I love you, you know that." He said ever so quietly looking deep in to her eyes with his own hurt-love filled one's. She simply nodded slightly feeling her aching even more than before. "I know." She whispered in return.

Jungkook :"I will protect you. I know I messed this all up. I know even if I say it was to return a favor, I did wrong. I did wrong to you, to us. I wanted to give you a normal beautiful life.... I am sorry."

YN :"Jungkook" She held his hand kissing the top of it. "I know, let's not talk about it for now mm." He simply nodded in return knowing it was for the best. She slowly scooted near him getting in his arms that he wrapped around her. She wished she could just hide in them and never get out of there. A place which makes her feel protected. She feared losing it. His hand gently caressed through the back of her hair as he felt her back in his arms, just how he loved it.

His phone laid silently beside her. A message popped up on the screen litting it up. He grabbed it reading the message. "Wanna come to casino? I will set you up with Suga." It was from Jimin. He looked back down at YN resting peacefully in his arms. Turning off the cell he tossed it away wrapping his arm around her again pulling her closer to him even if there was so space left between the too. Not now, atleast not tonight.