Vminkook | V-Centric
Kim Taehyung's sunny personality seemed to scare away the shadows, or rather, the demons that clung onto them. The darkness would go away for some time, but no one can fully cleanse it. And so, everyone in the city wondered, whe...
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T R I B U L A T I O N S
. Thursday
. 12:43 pm KST
. Location: Seoul's asylum for the messed-up minds
Soon enough, sadly not any later, heavy footfalls resounded throughout the hall, and all heads jolted up to scrutinize the entrance. His eyes locked onto the prisoner's shoes, orange crocs of all things, that passed the threshold, too scared to look up into the kings' eyes. He played with his fingers, and his foot tapped a nervous tune. He knew that he had to build up the courage to look up sooner or later, but he did not want to for god's sake, not one bit. But slowly, his gaze journeyed up their legs, and he swallowed when he saw toned muscles barely shrouded under their pants. His eyes flitted up, up, up to their necks and stayed there for a considerable amount of time before he mustered up the nerve to look them in the eyes. Their jaws were clenched while every other characteristic on their flawless face was set in an unfamiliar sentiment.
Taehyung recognized those stoic features; he had seen them on the news whenever another one of their crimes was committed. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. At times it was in Korea and others all over the world. He was scared, no doubt about it. They held their heads up with no remorse, ready to take on the world with no regrets, though they probably possessed many. And he loathed that because no one else could make him feel that insignificant, that small, in all of his life.
"And you are...?" Jungkook asked, indifferent to the incredulous looks he received from the criminals. They were shocked, for he had not chastised Taehyung for looking into their eyes. Jimin was the same, however, he demanded the respect of the others.
"Everyone, bow or get hurt. Your choice," they kneeled and yet Taehyung remained paralyzed. And the pair became infuriated, an opposite of just moments before. We could guess they were bipolar, along with other things but no one could not know for sure. "Pretty boy, bow." He shakily complied and leaned forward, baring his back to them as he showed distress, not respect. "I'm guessing you're new here, you know who we are though, yes?" Taehyung's spine straightened and he nodded, not trusting his voice with its very own responsibility of speaking.
"Min Yoongi, step up," The same guard that had cautioned him of imminent threats came forward, hands twitching in worry behind his back but besides that, he held a smokescreen of courage. And Taehyung supposed he possessed that trait because who in their right mind would look a beast in the eyes and not attempt to run? "Get the set from the basement," they requested, but it sounded more like a threat, the or else hung in the air. The mint male deserted his post and hastily walked out because no one, no matter how brave they were, could stay in the presence of the menacing couple. Or at least that what Taehyung assumed, except he would prove himself wrong soon or later.
And again, the space submerged itself in precarious stillness. Taehyung observed as Jimin and Jungkook surveyed their subjects in pride. Pride at how they managed to tame the devils in this dark and messy pit of freaks. They gave them a purpose, a job. And while many people hate that, they miscalculate its significance. If you do not have a purpose, you end up in a hole that is difficult to crawl yourself out of, they understand that undoubtedly better than anyone.
An out of breath Yoongi scrambled into the tense place, breaching the perilous serenity that had been established by everyone and no one at the same time. He placed it at the two's feet and cautiously pulled back, bowing as he did. It took all of him not to laugh at the odd figure the other held, half bent and straight as a ruler. The shorter placed himself by Taehyung and they momentarily shared eye contact, but Yoongi was quick to look away. Why? He did not know, though he did pick up the noticeable sympathy belonging on his face and he, confused, turned forward again.
"Pretty boy, come forward," Taehyung did and thought, I cannot show them I am afraid, that will not aid me in any way. Excruciatingly slow, his head lifted with honor, discovering newfound strength in himself. He scanned and really saw their faces for the first time since they entered the room. And he was impressed, the way their jaws twitched whenever they were annoyed and the vast discrepancy in their lip size. It was...cute. Those surrounding were astonished, but he took no notice, preferring to explore the boys' eyes.
Both were brown, one set caramel and the other dark chocolate, and Taehyung did not mind if he lost himself in them again every once in a while. Even though they were criminals, psychopaths, he couldn't help but admire the art of their irises. Their eyes did the same, except not in the naive nor innocent ways the other looked with. Their gaze held a fiery possessive tint that Taehyung could not disregard, no matter how much he wanted to. It scared him, how easily they believed he was theirs, because how far is he from the actual notion? He had no leverage, aside from making therapy hell for them, but he knew he would not be able to. It was not in his heart, so neither would it be in his actions. "You have heard of the challenges, yes?" Jimin said with a quirked eyebrow, staring at the boy, gaze holding something close to taunting.
"Yes, I have," acknowledged said 'pretty boy.' He tilted his head to the side endearingly, unwavering eyes peering out behind his brown hair. Jimin and Jungkook's knees buckled with the sight, wanting nothing more than to steal him away from the world. His eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. "Not thoroughly, though."
"Perfect," they smirked. And the only thought running through Taehyungs' mind was, oh god, I am going to die at the hands of brutes on my first day. Eomma, Appa, I love you. Grandma...Thank you, I love you. Sorry, I can't attend your funeral. Maybe those last words should be explained a bit more, but they held a humorous inside joke we should stay ignorant of. "See you tomorrow for the first trial with Jk. Wear something flattering, Cutie," and they had the absolute audacity to wink at him.
