His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter twelve (2/2)

The panic was palpable, a raw, primal fear that coursed through Taehyung's veins. He screamed, his voice echoing in the silent room, pleading with Jungkook to end it all. He knew better than to expect mercy now, yet he clung to that last shred of hope, refusing to accept the inevitable. And as he watched Jungkook's harsh breaths, saw the tremors coursing through his body, that faint glimmer of hope faded away, leaving him in the cold embrace of despair.

The plea was desperate, laced with a venomous anger that seeped into every word.

"Pull the fucking trigger and kill me!" Taehyung shouted, his voice ringing in Jungkook's ears. As he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the final blow, thick beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck, adding to the unbearable heat radiating off his body.

The sound of Mina's voice cut through the tension like a knife, a ray of hope amidst the darkness. Taehyung? What's going on in there? she called out, her voice filled with concern. As he heard her frantic kicks against the door, Taehyung's eyes snapped open, a surge of realization washing over him. He remembered the door, how he'd planned to fix it. But it was too late now—he'd forgotten, and Mina had locked it by mistake.

With a shaky breath, Taehyung turned his gaze back to Jungkook, their eyes locking in a silent communication. As Jungkook snapped out of his trance, cursing under his breath, he removed the gun from Taehyung's temple and leaned down, his hot breath fanning against Taehyung's ear.

"Next time, I'll kill you in the worst possible way." Jungkook whispered, his words carrying a dangerous undertone. As he rose from the bed, his figure looming over Taehyung, he made his exit, leaving behind a shell-shocked boy and an ominous warning.

As Jungkook walked toward the window, he suddenly paused and glanced back. Taehyung's brow furrowed, confusion clouding his mind as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Before he could fully process it, Jungkook suddenly leapt through the window.

Just then, Mina burst through the door as the lights flickered on. Panic was written all over her face as she rushed to him, but his eyes stayed fixed on the window, bewildered. Was this real—or just a dream? He blinked, startled, when Mina gently cupped his cheek.

"Bun, what happened? I heard you screaming." Her worried gaze and soft voice calmed him slightly, but he was still shaken by what had just occurred. Jungkook had almost killed him—so why hadn't he?

"I... I'm sorry. It was just a nightmare," he whispered. "Could you sleep with me tonight? Just... watch over me."

She nodded without hesitation. He scooted over, making space for her to climb in. Mina wrapped her arms around him, gently patting his head. Taehyung tried to push those terrifying thoughts away and sank into her warm, comforting embrace—the kind he'd missed more than he realized.

Something told him he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

***

One gulp. Another gulp. Jungkook sat alone in his room, drowning himself in alcohol. He hissed as the burning liquid scorched the back of his throat, downing the last drop before reaching for another bottle. Without hesitation, he gulped it down and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

Nothing else occupied Jungkook's mind except for one person—someone who felt like they were slipping further and further away into a fog whenever he closed his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to think of anything else, nothing worked.

The door to his room creaked open, and Jimin stepped inside, immediately noticing Jungkook's drunken state.

"Jimin..." Jungkook whispered, not turning to look over his shoulder, but even in his drunken haze, he knew it was him.