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kim taehyung needs to fix the world one person at a time to follow in his father's footsteps.
jeon jungkook needs to survive long enough to change his mind.
ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ!ᴀᴜ
ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ!ᴀᴜ
тσρ! тαєнуυηg
вσттσм! נυηgкσσк
mature co...
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lana del rey +++ ride
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remodeler's POV
the driveway gate is fucking open. it's OPEN, WIDE OPEN when i get back from the adversia mansion. i drive in slowly, looking out in the woods for the man who dared touch jungkook.
(K!LL him DIEDIE!)
whoever broke in to attack jungkook, i'll fucking kill them.
they touched MY baby. my baby.
i'll FUCKING KILL THEM. I DON'T CARE IF IT BOTHERS GEORGE, IT'LL BE A WARNING TO HIM. I'LL FUCKING FIND THAT MAN-
oh. 0h N0! N0!
is that? the person laying on the porch, is that..?
"JUNGKOOK!!!"
i park the van, launch myself out the door, don't bother to close it. i run so fast to him and, and he's just laying here, unconscious, they just fucking left him laying here on the gravel with his throat all smeared with blood and scratch marks on his face and oh my god my baby jungkook why would they hurt you?
i kneel down in the gravel, scoop him into my arms. the gravel left small imprints on the side of his face. dried blood is caked under his chin, on the top of my sweatshirt that covers his frail body. i smell a lingering waft of strong marijuana hanging in the air, heavy with doom, as if it's remaining to see the fruit of its endeavors. this horrible smell has fucking knocked him out, made his senses overload, and his blood is everywhere and oh baby-
"mghh...uhh..."
jungkook shifts around in my arms, head bobbing a little back and forth. a breeze tosses his hair to the side, pushes the smell temporarily off of us. i hate george. i'll make his death extra painful, torture him worse than any other project i've ever had. i'll make sure he knows his mistake.
"baby? hey, jungkook?"
i grab his head in my hands, thumb tracing over the indents left by the gravel. his lips part at the touch...i think he knows i'm here.
