"Did you feel anything at all when I kissed you?"

What?

She blinks at him, unsure how to answer such a straightforward question. Of course, he has always been blunt. But they have been so insanely awkward around each other, him included. Where does all this sudden confidence come from?

"What do you mean?" Luna asks, looking down at the ground to avoid his piercing gaze.

"What do you think I mean?" He mumbles, "We kissed, and you sort of... ran off..."

Luna shrugs, unsure how to voice what's on her mind. She wants to just confess, but she has the same question he has. What did it mean to him?

"Hold on," Luna sighs, "I'm just... I don't know,"

"Just tell me what you're thinking," he says firmly.

"I have never been more confused about anything in my life," Luna retorts, "Everything up here..." She taps the side of her forehead, "Is a complete mess. I'm so emotionally drained right now... I don't even know where to start,"

"Why are you so confused?" Taehyung tilts his head, "Shouldn't it be simple?"

"How?" Luna snaps, "How is any of this simple?"

"Well, you either like me or you don't," He shrugs.

"It's not that simple," Luna turns, starting to feel frustrated, "How can it be that simple, when you got so angry at me, only to kiss me? And that confession?" She groans in annoyance.

"What? You don't believe me?" He murmurs.

"Would you?" She grimaces, her voice cracking slightly, "Sure, I could confess right now, but why would I do that?"

"Why wouldn't you?" He asks softly, making her shiver.

"Because last week you said 'You think I like you? Don't make me laugh' What am I supposed to do with all these mixed signals?"

He nods, biting the inside of his lip as he takes in her words.

"You're right..." He agrees, "I would be confused too. So, let me make myself clear then,"

He shuffles closer to her, sliding his hand under hers before bringing her hand onto his lap. He glides his thumb across her knuckles, looking down at her hand with a small smile. Eventually, he looks up. As soon as he makes eye contact with her, she feels a strange warmth wash over her. His eyes are bright, full of admiration as he looks from her eyes to her lips. Her face heats up before he finally decides to speak.

"Genuinely, I like you. A lot," He says firmly, "I have liked you for a little while now,"

"Oh..." She mumbles.

"I have been so insanely jealous since that asshole arrived," He smirks, "But I was jealous before that. When you said I was being jealous, I was so scared you'd reject me. I thought if I played it off and rejected you first then it would be fine,"

"But... it hurt," She gulps, swallowing the tears before they have a chance to show themselves.

"I realise that" Taehyung nods, "I thought if I hung out with Jaemi, it would make you upset. I thought that with your ex back, you were going to date him,"

"I don't know how else to say this," Luna frowns, "But I seriously hate him,"

"Yeah, I'm starting to see that," Taehyung chuckles, "Now, knowing that, can you tell me what's on your mind?"

She flushes again. Sure, he's answered some questions, and yeah, his behaviour has been strange. But she still has questions.

"Let's start with the jealousy," Luna says firmly.

"Hold on, you need to confess now," Taehyung grins, tapping the top of her hand with his index finger. She bites her lip, the sensation radiating up her arm like electricity. She really thought she loved Jungkook, but he never made her feel like this. Why is this so different?

"I have a few more questions... I need to sort my brain first," Luna replies, looking down at their hands.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" He asks.

"So, you were jealous of Jungkook and Jimin..." She frowns, refusing to look up at him so she can concentrate, "But I told you so many times that I don't like them... so why?"

He pauses for a moment, considering this question.

"You're different with Jimin than you are with me, a lot warmer," Taehyung admits, "The only reason I was jealous of Jungkook though was because he's attractive... even Jaemi kept commenting on him,"

Luna actually laughs at this, looking up at him.

"Seriously?" She smirks, "You know you are attractive, right?"

Taehyung smirks, tilting his head as he leans in closer.

"Is that a confession?" He whispers. Luna looks away, ignoring the spreading flush on her cheeks.

"Anyway," She clears her throat, "As for Jimin... we have been through a lot together," She pauses, trying to find the right words before continuing, "I am a very closed-off person... I feel like I can be vulnerable with him,"

Taehyung nods along, accepting her response.

"Fair enough," He admits, "Any more questions?"

She thinks for a moment. As her mind slowly comes to order, the truth behind all of his actions falling into place, she smiles.

"Nope, that's it really... for the moment," Luna admits.

"Okay," Taehyung shuffles a little closer so his leg is almost completely against hers, "Can I have my confession now?"

"Huh?" Luna looks up at him, only to find a playful smirk on his lips, "Do I... need to?"

"Yep," He chuckles, "I want to hear you say it,"

She looks down again, the intensity behind his words making her heart flutter.

"Well..." She mumbles, "I guess I like you too..."

He places a finger and thumb on her chin, lifting her face so she has no choice but to look at him.

"I didn't quite hear that," He murmurs dryly, "Can you say it again?"

She frowns slightly to show her disapproval, but her body gives her away.

"I like you, okay? More than you probably," She says loudly, "That day on your sofa when you thought I was blushing because of Jimin, I was blushing because of you. Happy?"

The smile on his face widens as he leans in closer, so he is only an inch away from her lips.

"Oh, you have no idea," He mumbles.

Before she can react, he closes the gap between them, his warm lips clashing with hers. He removes his fingers from her chin, gently sliding his hand across her face and onto her neck, pulling her closer. This kiss is less intense than the one on the weekend but has a much deeper effect on her. It's full of promise, release, and confirmation. Her heart flutters, the rhythmic movement of his thumb on her knuckles coinciding with the rhythm of his tongue. Just as she finds herself losing herself in him, he pulls away. He still has that playful smirk, but his eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree.

"So," He smacks his lips together, "Does this make you my girlfriend now?"

She grins, nodding.

He doesn't know you.

The smile slips from her face as this thought filters across her mind. Of course, he doesn't really know her. Would he still like her if he knew? Would he still want to be with her if he knew how much blood was on her hands?

This realisation must be reflected in her expression. Taehyung frowns at her.

"Are you okay?" He mutters.

I can't tell him.

No, not yet.

"I'm fine," She sighs, "Just... I hope that... when you learn more about me..." She bites her lip, "That you don't change your mind,"

"Honestly, as long as you don't hurt me, I'll be fine," He chuckles, "I'm excited to learn more about you,"

She laughs with him, still unsure. He has no idea what he's getting himself into. No one could guess her secrets, her trauma, or her past.

I could just keep it from him... forever.

Luna considers this. Sure, it would make it all a lot easier. She wouldn't have to worry about whether he will leave her or not if he just simply never knows.

With this on her mind, she turns her body and shuffles even closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, their hands entwined between them.

. . . . . 

Jungkook:

Jungkook sighs, leaning against the wall of his apartment with a heavy heart.

He left the stupid school early. What's the point? He only enrolled so he could see her every day. He didn't even get into all of her classes. It has been the most boring week of his life.

He has never been interested in schooling. Why would he, when he has the best job in the world?

But now, it all seems so pointless. The only thing he can think about is watching them kiss. It's like the devil has decided to force the memory to play on a loop over and over again in vivid detail. Her cute pink-tinted cheeks, that little pout, her beautiful smile. Everything he loves about her is now being directed at that guy.

He stood nearby, just out of sight, listening to their conversation. Her words stung him deeply, especially when she said she hates him.

"But I seriously hate him,"

Does she really hate him that much?

Taehyung confessing to being jealous of him boosted his ego, but not before it came crashing down again. How can he compete with that?

He can't remember the last time she blushed so much because of him. She used to roll her eyes and be sarcastic with him, which she said was her expressing her feelings.

He recalls the first time he laid eyes on her. Her father introduced him to her, and she was so friendly... everything changed after she was kidnapped.

They started dating when they turned 18. He remembers the day clearly, the reel of the memory being a part of his top hits.

They had just finished a job together. He watched her take down 20 grown men, one by one, before putting a bullet in the head of the leader. She took down an entire gang on her own. To him, she had never looked so sexy. The words came tumbling out before he could stop them.

"Hey, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

He remembers watching her turn to look at him, blood splattered all over her perfect skin, that intense, emotionless look in her eyes. Her eyes widened a hint of shock slowly seeping into her expression. Her face had lit up, brighter than the moon on a night like that. When she said yes, he had never felt happier.

They fought together, trained together, and killed together. Sure, they argued sometimes, but all relationships have their arguments. He fell hard and fast for her. Everything about her set him on fire, like his entire body was tingling, longing for her. It took her a long time to be comfortable with him touching her. But that's where it stopped.

He still doesn't understand why he cheated on her. Their roommate was just there, wrong place, wrong time sort of situation. He couldn't stop thinking about Luna, and then she entered and began flirting with him. He needed to let out all of his frustrations, the building lust.

He wasn't expecting Luna to find out.

He was so angry at what she had said to him that night. How dare she call him a robot, knowing that he hates it. But once he found out she had killed their roommate and ran off, he knew he had to find her and beg her to take him back.

Not even RM knows Jungkook is here. RM doesn't even know where Luna is.

He sighs, moving further into the little studio apartment. It's pretty much empty; he didn't bring a lot of belongings with him. All he has in this space is a bed, a small dining set, a sofa, and a TV. He didn't even purchase kitchen utensils; he has been living off of delivery all this time.

He places his bag at the end of the sofa, looking around the gloomy space. He has never felt more alone in his entire life. Not even when his older brother sold him to Grim as collateral for stealing from him.

. . . . . 

Jungkook trembled, looking up at the towering man before him. He was kneeling beside his brother, who was begging for their lives.

"P-Please!" He stuttered, "I didn't know it was yours I swear!"

"Really?" The man growled. He chuckled darkly, squatting in front of them.

Jungkook's brother was covered in bruises and blood, remnants of the beating he received from the men in the old home they broke into.

For some reason, they left little Jungkook alone, only 8 years old at that time.

"Why don't I believe you?" The man muttered, "This is the 3rd time I've had to teach you a lesson,"

"I'm so sorry, please," He whimpered, leaning forward into a very deep bow, "It won't happen again I promise,"

"You're right, it won't," The man looked up and nodded towards one of the men who beat his brother.

Instantly, he grabbed Jungkook's arm, pulling him away from his brother. He screamed, crying out for him. Begging, pleading, panicking, and fear. Pure fear.

His brother didn't do anything; he stayed bowed like that, ignoring Jungkook's cries.

"I'm going to take a little... collateral... for the trouble," The man sneered, "If I see you again, I'll be selling you on the black market, in pieces, understood?"

"Yes sir! I promise sir, it won't happen again! Thank you, sir!" Jungkook's brother sat up, beaming as they stood up together. He bowed a million more times, slowly backing away towards the door.

"Hyung! HYUNG!" Jungkook screamed, but his brother didn't even look at him. He had this glint in his eyes, something Jungkook recognised immediately, even at that age.

His brother wasn't coming back for him.

He looked too relieved.

Once his brother reached the door, he turned and sprinted away. Not a glance, a word, or even a wave. Nothing. Like Jungkook wasn't even worth something as simple as that.

The man leaned down in front of him, his scarred face looming in his darkening vision.

"It's okay," The man mumbled, "I won't kill you. You will be a valuable asset... I can train you to be stronger than you have ever been. Better than your brother in every way. What do you say?"

Jungkook looked at the man. He had this fatherly look in his eyes like he genuinely wished for his happiness.

"Better than my brother?" Jungkook responded.

"In every way," The man glanced towards the door, "Better than a disloyal little thief who doesn't even care about his family,"

Jungkook smirked, recalling all the moments his brother told him off for wanting food, or for asking about their parents. Every hit, every slap, every punch, and every kick. It flashed across his mind like a little photo reel of reminders. He doesn't need him. He will be better than him.

"Okay," Jungkook smirked.

. . . . . 

Jungkook sighs at the memory. His brother ended up being his first kill when he was 14. He got into so much trouble with Grim when he found out he went and killed someone without permission. His brother was 5 years older than him, but he killed him so easily – too easily. After a painful beating, Grim congratulated him on the flawless kill. That day he almost called Grim Dad.

But now he's dead, remember?

Even though Jungkook saw Grim as a father figure, he didn't feel much remorse when he died. It was like he had been expecting it. His poor father-in-law would have wanted to die from something better than a simple stroke. He would have wanted to die on the field, a bullet to his head.

Jungkook flops onto his sofa dramatically, letting out another huge sigh.

"What do I do now?" Jungkook asks aloud.

He could always kill that guy. It wouldn't be hard. Sure, his sudden attack earlier surprised him; he didn't realise he had much strength behind him. But he's not a trained assassin like Jungkook is. Even the less skilled members of The Reapers could take this guy out. But should he do that?

Even with this on his mind, he doesn't feel the passion and excitement he usually feels.

I could just kill them both.

As the thought of killing Luna comes to his mind, he stands, pacing the room as the rage slowly builds, along with the intense passion and excitement that runs through his veins when he watches the life leave the eyes of his victims.

How dare she leave him? How dare she kiss that guy like that? Did she even love him, to be able to move on that easily?

As he walks past his bag, he kicks it across the room. He can hear the laptop inside break with a loud crack as it hits the opposite wall.

"Fucking bitch," Jungkook grunts, kicking one of the wooden dining chairs against the table. The leg breaks off, making it fall onto its back.

He grabs another chair, bringing it down onto the sofa with a muffled thump. Two legs break off, the force of the hit vibrating up the hard timber into his arms. He throws it at the wall, ignoring the tingling prickle travelling up his arms.

He begins kicking his suitcase, his foot slowly becoming numb with each hit to the solid casing. It caves in, crumpling more and more as he wails into it. He screams, his throat hoarse with emotion. He claws at his skin, the tingling reminding him of the feeling of her in his arms. He punches a wall as he storms past it, breaking through the plasterboard easily.

He throws a few more things around before standing in the middle of his destroyed home. He pants heavily, looking around at his belongings blankly. Blood drips down his fingers from his split knuckles, reminding him of his little injuries.

He spots a little piece of paper peaking out of the wreckage of his suitcase. He falls to his knees, pulling it out from under the pile. It's a picture of Luna, smiling at the camera with her head tilted to the side. She was so shy when he took this picture. He will never see this smile again.

"I'll kill them..." Jungkook chuckles darkly, "I'll kill them all," 

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