His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter fourteen

Taehyung walked down the dimly lit hallway, a sense of unease creeping over him as countless eyes followed his every move. Yet, he was too lost in his thoughts to notice. His mind was consumed with worry for Hoseok—his best friend—who had taken a bullet to the shoulder, fired by Jungkook. Taehyung couldn't stop thinking about how Hoseok was holding up, or how disappointed he must have been after the wedding had ended in disaster.

After Jungkook's shocking declaration, his mind reeled, rendering him unable to form coherent thoughts. In a daze, he stumbled into the nearby closet, seeking refuge until Jungkook departed, allowing him a moment to shed the confining wedding attire for something far more relaxed and comfortable. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he allowed his feet to carry him aimlessly, feeling utterly disconnected from reality and the world around him. The weight of Jungkook's words hung heavily upon his shoulders, leaving him adrift in a sea of confusion and uncertainty.

A wave of longing crashes over Taehyung—he misses Mina. The thought of her heartbreak, of how deeply it will cut when she finds out Jungkook has pulled him away again, tightens something in his chest. His steps falter, then freeze entirely as the sound of raw, aching sobs pierces the silence from a nearby room. His heart skips. Jungkook? he wonders, breath catching. He moves toward the source, fingers brushing against the door to Jimin's room—unlocked, and slightly ajar.

Taehyung furrows his brows as he steps into his room, only to be met by a rush of cold air. A chill runs through him, the breeze slipping in through an open window. He shudders, a sense of unease settling in his chest. Why is the window open?

He walks toward it slowly, instincts prickling. As he peers out, his breath catches—there, just beyond the ledge, is Jimin, inching toward the edge of the roof.

Taehyung's eyes fly wide. "Jimin..." he breathes, already climbing out the window, feet landing with a thud on the cold shingles as he makes his way toward him.

He crept closer, heart pounding in his chest, until the figure came into view. And then, he saw it - Jimin teetering precariously on the very edge, one foot lifted as if preparing to take that final, fateful step into oblivion.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in pure, unadulterated horror as the realization crashed over him like a tidal wave. Was this...was he actually contemplating suicide? The thought alone made Taehyung feel physically ill, bile rising in the back of his throat.

Jimin appears to have quite a poor reputation, with Taehyung having heard negative things about him despite not knowing him personally. Given Jimin's apparent consideration of ending his own life, one can only speculate that he may have experienced significant hardship or trauma in his past. It's notable that Jimin seems to follow Jungkook's instructions without question. Despite this, Taehyung recently developed some sympathy for the older man, finding himself pitying him, likely due to sensing the depths of his struggles, even if Taehyung doesn't have all the details about Jimin's situation.

Taehyung recalled the chilling incident when Jimin had come perilously close to harming him, likely driven by jealousy and an unhealthy obsession with Jungkook. Though aware of Jimin's secret crush, Taehyung recognized the toxicity seeping into his enemies psyche. As Jimin prepared to take the fateful leap, Taehyung swiftly reacted, yanking him back despite his revulsion towards the man. The bitter taste of saving someone who despised him lingered in Taehyung's mouth.

"What are you doing?!" Taehyung demands, his voice sharp with panic.

Jimin turns slowly, eyes wide in disbelief—as if he's just seen a ghost. His face is streaked with tears, the raw pain etched into every trembling feature.

"What do you want?! Why are you here? Haven't you done enough—ruining mine and Jungkook's lives?!" Jimin screams, as if Taehyung hadn't just pulled him back from the edge—literally and figuratively. A broken sob tears from his throat, raw and unfiltered.