Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Seventeen

We stop checking for monsters under Our beds when we realise, They are inside us..........

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Warning: Gory, Bloody, Violence scene ahead (But only for the first half).

Human nature is evil. It is something that is birth given. Or maybe that's just how Kim Taehyung thinks. He has been through and seen so many evil things that now that idea has etched itself onto his mind. But his mom was the one who taught him that even if humans are evil, there are times when good and better things can be done by them too. Of course that goodness is caused by intentional activity of others.

But this man, who is not less than 50 years old, dangling in front of him with his head down and leg upwards, he has done nothing to deserve that goodness. So..that means being evil with him is ok. Or maybe that's just how Kim Taehyung consoled his mind like he does before killing anyone.

"Wh..who are you? What have I done to you?" There was fear in that man's eyes. Those scared eyes that were almost shut down now looked at the mirror in front of him. Looking at his dangling form, fear increasing with every passing second, must be sight to behold. "Tell me Motherfucker, what have I done to you?" Still that fake bravery was there. 

It was what irked Taehyung the most.

"What have you done?" He tilted his head, trying to look at the wound he just created a while ago on that cheek. Blood was still dripping from there, gathering around the floor. "Does that even matter anymore?" He asked while taking the drilling machine into his hand, stepping forward to see the man who was now panicking more and more. "After so long does it really matter anymore?" Nobody understood who he asked that question to. Himsef? Or that man?

"Li..listen..tell me what do you want?" Bribery came next. "Money, girls..drugs.."

"A name." Taehyung stopped in front of him, grabbing his chin that was broken now in his hand, making that face come closer to him so that he can see. See if the anguish, the fire that has been burning him till now, was burning him too? "I want you to remember a name."

Fear really can make anyone do anything. He witnessed it before. Was witnessing it again. That man, scared out of his element, began crying next. Pathetic sight to be honest. "Name? Ok..I will tell you. Who who's name. What does he do. Just give me clue.."

Taehyung kept looking at him for a moment enjoying the tears that seems to come nonstop now. Then got bored but he is not unfair to someone. He will give him a chance, A chance to remember. If he can, Taehyung will kill him, if he doesn't he will still kill him but at least that man will get a little time to adjust.

So he kept the drilling machine away, wiped his blood smeared hand on his shirt then took out a cigarette. He has been craving for one since morning. The smoke helped clearing his brain a little, though it did nothing to clear the blood that was smeared across his face. "A clue huh?" Leaning on the broken wood table he took a big inhale looking at the man who seems to nod his head too eagerly.

"Hmm" He ponder over it. "Dead. That person is dead."

"I killed many. Whom are you talking about?"

"Uh I forgot. Silly me?" A laughter left his mouth making a shiver ran down the man hanging from the celling. Cause that laughter can never belong to a sane person. That wicked, blood curling laughter can never even belong to a human. "Asking you for a name would be too much. Ok let me simplify it. Tell me something other instead." He took another puff, letting the cancer smell fill his lung before stepping forward. "How does it feel..to fuck a dead woman?"

The other stilled, so did Taehyung. His mother's eyes appearing on his mind. Blue, lifeless, cold, tear streaked eyes. "Tell me.." He asked again, looking at the man yet mind on a woman and a man who was going in and out of her, constantly, roughly, continuously. "How was it? Did you have fun?"