The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|68| Blood in His teeth, He smiles so sweet

Chapter 68: Blood in His teeth, He smiles so sweet.

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Heyaaa it's been a mfing while.

Whatever yall gotta do. Do not skip this chapter.

(Seriously do not skip any of these chapters cause there's serious drama critical to the plot of the whole book in these help)

CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains the following themes, so please read with caution

•Homophobic slurs
•bullying
•drowning
•Blood/blood mentions
•stabbing
•abuse/ depiction of violence
•horror depictions.
•Choking
•Death
•Violence
•suicidal ideation
•Gore
•torture
•asphyxiation
• non-con elements/mention
•Religious trauma
•Usage of Religious themes (misguided/extreme/inappropriate)

Recommended muisc:
• Taina - Schepetkov, 2WEI
•Crazy Train - Joseph William Morgan
• Faceless- Rok Nardin
• Moving mountains - Thomas Bergersen
• Vanguard - Jo Blankenburg
• The Rumbling- Rok Nardin ,Samuel Kim

Happy Reading haha♡

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Taehyung shudders.

It's cold.

He pulls himself closer, curling on the wet floor.

He's cold.

A sensation almost foreign- that he had completely forgotten what it felt like.

Almost lost.... almost... erased from his mind, after having being wrapped in warmth for so long.... for so less.

Taehyung does not remember and is sure he would not have cared for the loss, had he not savored warmth at the tip of his tongue.

And now that it was ripped away from him like a honeyed promise that was never meant for him, the cold is brutal and unforgiving, as it licks away at his skin, tearing away at his flesh.

He bites back a cry, squirming in the dark. His eyes are open, yet all that greets him is endless darkness.

And the cold.

The floor is wet to the touch, familiar unlike the veil of darkness that envelopes him. He hobbles to his feet, dizzy as he balances himself on the wet ground. His body aches with each step, a dull buzz in his skull that heightens- his thoughts disoriented.

He trudges in the dark almost aimlessly for hours end with little to no light overhead to restrain his vision to less than 2 feet.

An arm remains limp on his side that he can no longer sense through, as if having being injected with an anesthesia of sort.... he does not remember.

Taehyung ceases at his feet, standing still to look overhead, far above the source of faint light where the endless darkness stretched on and on.

Ripples run across the liquid he stood upon, like an echo that is sent to find something... anything...