listen before i go - vkook | REWRITING

my strange addiction

The longer he made the attempt to stop, the more difficult it became. V had gotten a taste of drawing sweet, sweet blood and he had no intention of ever stepping away. His vision grew blurry around the edges as he continued to bash, bash, bash and swing, swing, swing every which way, at every warm, breathing body he even so much as glanced at.

Today was meant to be the day that Riant returned him to Jeongguk.

The grand entryway door slowly creaked open, the old wood crying to be replaced and made new again. Colors of green, of red and of orange flashed through the beautifully painted glass of the antique door, splashing the red-stained floor with a bit of color.

From far away, it appeared to be an artist's masterpiece.

V's strong hands found themselves in a maid's long, ink-colored locks and he pulled until her neck was constricted to the point of no air flow. He wanted this death to be more fun, different than the others. He was becoming a professional at his craft, the sick grin only seeming to grow wider and wider.

Clad in an all black suit, accented with a small red handkerchief, Jeon Jeongguk had lost all words. He stepped away from his vacation home for a year, and this is what became of it? A psycho had managed to rampage upon all of his servants, and without his consent? Without reason? He refused to let it slide.

Swiftly, the man reached to pull a knife from his pocket. His hands were quiet, his feet quiet, his breathing gentle. He wanted this death to be a good one, especially if they were from an enemy gang that had thought themselves high enough to take out his own staff.

Jeon ran a hand through his slicked back hair, contemplating for a moment whether he should simply shoot the crazed beast and get it over with. The maid that the man had restricted had begun to go limp, yet her eyes remained focused on the Mafia Head. They did not falter, no matter how close he came. V's hands did not move, either, until the woman had fully gone limp and he quickly dropped them to his sides.

Her bright, beautiful blue eyes had lost their spark, just as his had, and she had finally fallen to the ground. Yet another kill.

The psychotic boy slowly turned around, his hands nonchalantly shoved in his pockets. Blood messily decorated his white tee-shirt, red tie-dye against an otherwise perfectly maintained shirt. He had stolen Riant's clothes before making his exit. Slowly, the crazed boy began to lift his eyes to see his next assailant, and decide just how he planned to kill this one next. V's long, tanned fingers stretched themselves a few times by his side, and he glanced down momentarily to notice the caked, dark blood that had painted a picture across his palm.

Dark, jet-black eyes found red, blood-stained and hurt eyes. Hot, childlike tears collected in the base of V's eyes before quickly falling away.

What the fuck?

The discordant violins began to fog over his mind again. Those eyes had caused it all to start again... it all began again... no, he'd gotten out of this... he'd escaped! But he didn't want this. Yes he did. He'd killed Riant! Riant wouldn't hurt him anymore! This... this wasn't Riant. It couldn't be! He didn't want this.

Just for a moment, Jeon felt as though he had begun to breathe for the first time.

Until his mind registered once again what had happened all around him and he remembered what he must do to the gorgeous, although tortured, man before him. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Coming in to my fucking house, thinking you're a loyal member, killing all my servants?" The Head paused, knife flipping between his two hands just waiting to strike. He menacingly stepped forward to intimidate the pained man before him, but was given no reaction.

"You're fucking stupid if you think that-"

Oh. Maybe he was Riant. He spoke like him... he treated Taehyung like him... but V would protect him. V would keep Taehyung safe from now on.

The younger man caught Jeon's gaze once more before he lunged forward, striking fearlessly and as fast as he could. He managed to draw blood from Jeon's mouth before catching a bullet to the side of his ribs, courtesy of Jeon's right hand man, Kain.

As he rolled away from Jeon in searing pain, he could only manage a pained, crazed giggle. He had killed them. He had killed them all. They were all dead. He'd tasted his first ounce of blood, and wouldn't stop until he drew more. God, he couldn't wait for more. Taehyung would never suffer again.

"KAIN! What have you done? This is... this is Kim Taehyung. I took him and he was meant to be mine... what have you done?"