Bottom Taehyung Oneshots

Taegi

WARNING: This is a psycho-thriller, which means that some shit may be disturbing. Yoongi suffers from Wendigo Psychosis (compulsive desire to eat human flesh, random acts of violence, delusion that they are being controlled by a flesh-eating monster) and Schizophrenia (hearing voices, no control over thoughts, mind is all over the place). If this is too much for you to handle, please don't read. There is also an age gap in this fic. Taehyung is 17 and Yoongi is 21, so again, if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read. Thank you and enjoy!

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Yoongi stared at the man pacing back and forth in front of him, fingers drumming annoyingly on his clipboard as his pen wobbled from where it was tucked behind his ear. Dr. Kim paused and glanced at his blank notes, brows furrowed in concern as his lips turned down into a frown.

"You do realize, Mr. Min, that I could stay here all day if I wanted to. But I know you don't want that, so if you could please cooperate with me, then I'll just be on my way," Dr. Kim said as he pulled a chair out and made himself comfy. Yoongi was quite surprised that he was allowed to bring a chair into the room in the first place, since it could technically be used as a weapon.

Yoongi was chained in one of those padded rooms where no matter what wall or corner you touched—be it the floor, ceiling, or sides—you would come into contact with soft, plush padding. Supposedly unbreakable padding, although Yoongi was yet to be given a chance to determine if that was actually correct. Perhaps Oakwood Institution hoped to convince patients it was unbreakable to avoid any outbursts.

"So let me ask again," Dr. Kim started, and Yoongi's cat-like eyes darted over to the man with menace in his stare. "How are you feeling today?"

Tell him to shut the fuck up.

Yoongi almost laughed at the comment, having to squeeze his lips together to prevent it from happening. It wasn't everyday that Yoongi got along with the voices, but when it came to Dr. Kim, they were surprisingly on the same page.

Imagine if we could use that pen to our advantage. It looks loose where it is, won't you think?

Yoongi definitely thought so.

Wouldn't it be so easy to reach out and take it? Maybe drive it through his chest or eye? If you push hard enough, you might just hit the heart.

Yoongi swallowed, suddenly feeling as though there was too much saliva in his mouth. He knew that It was inside of him, and just the thought of a human body right in front of him was stirring It awake. It wanted to devour Dr. Kim until there was nothing left but bones. Yoongi hastily wiped the small bit of saliva forming in the corner of his mouth. Dr. Kim hesitated at the sudden movement, watching Yoongi carefully.

He's so lame. Can't we just get rid of him already?

But Yoongi was chained up and much too far away. The only way Yoongi would ever be free was if he let It take control of him. A monster that not even Yoongi himself could dream of controlling. It would do whatever it liked and whenever it wanted to, regardless if Yoongi agreed.

Yoongi didn't want to eat Dr. Kim. Yoongi wanted to sit by the window and watch the raindrops race each other to the window sill. He wanted to read more of that novel Dr. Kim had given him, that supposedly his beloved son had suggested. Yoongi wanted to do normal things and play make-belief for just a little while.

Stop daydreaming, idiot. We have work to do. Grab the damn pen.

Yoongi stared helplessly down at his chained wrists and ankles, trying to decide if there was any way he would be able to trick Dr. Kim into releasing him from the chains.