Power - Isak Danielson

__________________________

There's something innocent in the way his eyes are glossing under the light. It's the type of innocent that can easily fool authorities that they haven't done anything bad. That would be filled with glitters when they're happy, darken with intimacy with the one they love, shed tears when they're broken.

Pure.

Pure emotions.

No falseness.

It was strange to think that this man is in the wrong, especially since Jungkook has met with many traitors in his life before.

A traitor would never look like this.

"Oh come on Jungkook," Jimin groans annoyedly, leaning back against one of the poles with a scowl, "Just a subtle stab, that's it! It's so easy!"

The prisoner blinks at Jungkook's eyes, the tears sliding down their cheeks that forced Jungkook to look away, moving to Jimin.

"I don't kill for pettiness. He's your victim, do it yourself."

Jimin rolls his eyes so annoyedly and walks towards Jungkook, arms crossed, "This is exactly what I mean. When you meet fuckers, you have to be careless but guarded. You've got to stop overthinking and focus," And then he walks behind the tied man, grabbing a fist full of his hair and yanks his head back, "What are you going to do when the time comes to meet Cupid huh? Spare his life just because batted his eyelashes?"

Jungkook's takes a cautious step closer when Jimin takes his knife out and pins it against the male's neck, forcing a muffled whimper to ooze through the duck tape.

"All he did was delay the payment, just steal his house or something," Jungkook huffs, a little more desperate now.

Truth is he usually doesn't get like this for anyone. Jungkook is known to be ruthless and someone who is merciless, especially to traitors, ending their life just so easily and without sparing a second.

But something about Woosung feels like a brick wall in the way from getting across. His heart feels heavy to those pleading eyes, reminding him of someone he once knew before.

Someone very special.

Just thinking of them in that position drives him insane...... It aches his heart.

It burns his soul.

Yet Jimin is not amused, if anything he seems bored.

And his patience is running out.

"Either you kill him or I will," Jimin whistles, tapping against the other's neck lightly, "Come on Jungkook. You're never going to let loose and we will get caught. You're tense, and sometimes a little blood helps. You need to be calm in order for us to be convincible. Stop being practical and do it!"

The knife is on Jungkook's hands now, making him look down at it with his throat tightening as he glances back to Woosung, who crying hard against the tape.

Shit even Jungkook is shaking horrifically right now.

"Come on, I know you want to," Jimin whispers against his ear, placing a hand to the arch of his back, "Just one stab and it all ends. You'll have Cupid."

"I'll have Cupid?"

"Of course," Jimin purrs, tracing a hand to the outline of his waistband, "And me."

Jungkook's breath hitches, feeling Jimin now touching his dick and grips it tightly. By now his mind fogged, it's fogged so hard of anything conscious and sane thought in his head. Those words of his mortality, telling him to think about it is blocked by Jimin's words, breaking through it to only be fueled with darkness.

He kills Woosung than he'll have Cupid.

He'll have him so easily.

And Jimin.

He'll have it all.

With those sadistic thoughts cruising his head, he manages to grin widely. He didn't know when it happened where he suddenly places a hand onn Woosung's shoulder and jerks the knife into his body, forcing a muffled gasp to come out of the other's lips.

Jungkook couldn't look at him as he twists the knife, the blood oozing to his hand, but Jimin grabs a fist full of Jungkook's hair and forces to face Woosung.

Right in the eyes.

Pain, so much pain.

"Look at that," Jimin chuckles lowly against his ear, "He's in pain now, end it."

Jungkook remains frozen for a moment, unable to look away from the weak eyes as they pour in tears. His other hand found itself rising up, wiping a tear away from his thumb but it lingers there on his skin, feeling his heart weigh heavy.

Why does it hurt so much?

Why is this any different? It shouldn't be, but it feels like this.

Why?

Just why?

What complete cracked something in Jungkook's heart is the way Woosung leans to his hand, eyes closed and a head bowed down.

Accepting his fate.

Now Jungkook is angry.

He's so angry and he doesn't kow why, but his body is fueling in rage that it cruises through his every cell, blurring his eyes just like his mind.

And Jungkook lost it.

He pulls the knife out and stabs it back to Woosung's body, over and over again with pained grunts and gasps fluttering out of his lips. The blows were strong, hard, and deep, feeling as though it's stabbing his own heart.

Woosung's his drops completely, dead.

Completely dead, because of Jungkook's hands.

The rage ravaged wildly to the point Jungkook pulls him back, throwing the knife to the floor and gripping his hair with shakily hands, the tears gliding down his cheeks in frustration by all this confusion.

This shouldn't hurt!

Why does it hurt!

FUCK!

It feels as though his heart tore right up, along with his soul until there's nothing left by his body, just like Woosung's dead body.

Nothing but a body now.

Just a body.

"My lovely, you did so good," Jimin claps slowly, grinning sinisterly as he wraps his arms around Jungkook from behind, laying his chin on his shoulder, "Now you will get Cupid."

Cupid.

That's the agenda, Cupid.

As the thought settles in, the more he felt like a caged bird suddenly set free. He began to feel what Jimin was telling him; There's no sense of tension in his body anymore, nor care.

He unleashed it all.

Now he knows for sure he will get access to Cupid, and he will get him.

Perminantely.

To the beautiful thought in hishead, Jungkook chuckles quietly. Chuckles that turns to giggles and then to laughter, turning around to face Jimin. The other is smiling widely at him with his emotionless eyes, those familiar emotionless eyes.

Nothing but a body, with no heart and emotions; that's what Jimin is.

Yet he has the power over Jungkook's mind and heart, not letting him go so easily and only desires for him to fall more and more for this charm. Feeding off Jungkook's hunger and thirsting for more, like a greedy serpent.

Ready to attack.

But as for now Jimin leans forward, clasping Jungkook's face with his hands and his smile widens, "Pretty, so pretty," He murmurs as he trails a hand to Jungkook's neck, gripping it hard that made the other's breath stagger, "Now I get to have you all to myself."

________________________________

A/N:

I feel like that song I recommended perfectly represents Jikook in this story. I was listening to it while writing this and it's just so shocking how the lyrics just fits to perfectly with this.

I know many of you were expecting a torture scene but I decided more on this instead, showing how Jungkook's senses is being tortured in a way just for Jimin's advantage, which fits the storyline better between the two.

Alright, expect a mass full of updates soon. My whole attention will be on this book to the end so lets get it!!!

I PURPLE YOU!!! <33