End of the World (REWRITE)VMIN

Come and Go

Kim Taehyung liked to hurt. Not himself; never himself. He was far too self-righteous a man to believe he deserved pain. However, when it came to others, he didn't see things the same.

He liked people to bend under his will, watch them grasp desperately at any mercy or hope before he rips it from their sights. He liked to wound them in the deepest pits of their gut, where the soul was, so their spirit was broken before their body was. He liked to see the light flicker out in their eyes, fading quickly towards darkness before they flopped uselessly to the side, dead.

So yes, he liked to hurt.

It was often he got the opportunity to, for which he was grateful. When he had times between, he spent that with someone who liked to be hurt in turn. It never lasted the extent to which Taehyung preferred, but he would hardly risk one of his strongest men.

Said man was in Taehyung's bed now, laying flat on his stomach to not disturb his back. It looked like a crime scene, with scratches and bruises littering the entirety of it. His black hair fanned out on the pillow, hands stuffed under it as he snored softly. Taehyung had already hated snoring.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed with the repetitive, nasally noise. With a grunt, Taehyung pushed off the bed and reached for his pants. They were a dark brown, with a few small pockets on either side, and he slipped into them easily. He left his chest bared.

Taehyung walked out onto his balcony, letting the doors remain open as he approached the edge. As he placed his hands on the railing, he inhaled the smell of dirt, sweat, and blood. With a wry grin, he looked around at the camp.

For the past two and a half years, Taehyung had lived here. It was an immovable place now; they'd settled their roots too deeply.

It was built in the forest, just North of the city, only 15 miles out. It was only half a day's walk, if they were quick and stealthy (and they always were).

The entire camp was surrounded by a 25 foot high, wooden fence. The posts were pressed tight together, so nothing could get through. The only way in and out was a large, swinging metal gate to Taehyung's left. At all times, three men guarded it. Two up top on either side, on the makeshift ledge, and one at the bottom.

In the center of the camp, the few women and some men harvested vegetables and fruits. They had a small area of land just for crops, so they'd never run out. Mainly they grew tomatoes, potatoes, grapes, and carrots. Luckily, it never got too cold anymore to where they couldn't grow their food.

The Main House, where Taehyung lived, had been originally apart of the land. It was a small farmhouse, desolate and abandoned, when he found it over two years ago. With the help of his growing numbers, they added to it with smaller houses made of wood.

He hummed as he slid down to his elbows on the railing, watching as everyone worked. When he first started gathering people, he hadn't expected to find out most of them would live up to his expectations. Turns out, they were just as hard working and focused and determined as he was. At least, most had been. The others had been dealt with quickly.

Behind him, Taehyung heard the bed creek. He tilted his head, wondering if he could guess the exact time it would take before he was confronted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fou- ah.

"Sir?"

Taehyung sighed heavily, drawing up an eyebrow despite the man behind him being unable to see it. He brought a hand up and traced his lower lip as he murmured, "Yes, Jungkook?"