So I realized that I need to chill the fuck out.
Taehyung who?
The guy who will take my cock between his lips and thank me for it, that’s who.
No. Jesus Christ.
Chill, Kolya.
Just chill for one fucking second, dude.
Though it’s impossible to convince him of that when I’ve been spiraling for over twenty-four hours.
Ever since I saw that atrocious scene with jennie.
While he only has that one picture of her on his IG, she definitely flaunts him all over hers.
My man x
Babe, you keep me alive x
Isn’t he the most handsome man ever? x
Love you, sexy x
Blah fucking blah.
According to her posts, they’ve been together for about two years.
Fuck that right the fuck off.
My sister Maya, the social media detective of the family, said they’re in an on-again, off-again relationship. She thought I wanted to fuck jennie, to which she scrunched her nose and told me to stay away because she was just so hung up on this taehyung guy and I could do so much better.
Couldn’t care less about that. One piece of information remained in my head.
On and off for two years.
Interesting.
Anyway, I don’t care, because I’m chilling. In the pool, floating face down.
Living my best life.
I can fall asleep here. Sweet.
Though I’d probably die, and that’s not exactly convenient.
Whatever. I’ll just remain here for a bit more to relax. I sure as fuck need to stay still for a goddamn second and not entertain stupid thoughts like maybe I should go for a morning run tomorrow.
I didn’t today, because if I saw pretty jennie again, I would be tempted to ruin her features. And I never, and I mean never, get thoughts of violence about girls in general.papa brought me up to respect women. Cheer them on, not bring them down.
But something about that jennie…..
A commotion brings me out of my peaceful contemplations that are filled with blood. Lots of blood gushing from all her fucking holes.I lift from the water with a gasp and check my watch. Three minutes and fifty-five seconds.
Not bad.
I’ve been breath training for three years now and the time I spend without breathing is improving.Aside from riding my bike with yoongi, this happens to be the only method that helps me wind down. Probably because I’m almost dead at that time.
There’s also brutalizing people, but that only pumps me up and doesn’t bring me down from the blood-soaked phase.Considering my brain’s tendency to get high as a kite at unfortunate moments, I had to find a coping mechanism to counter that loud phase.I lift myself up at the edge of our indoor pool located in the underground level of the mansion. Usually, it’s hard to hear anything when I’m here, but something’s different now.
Is it trouble? Fuck yeah.
I walk to the bench, shaking water from my hair, then use the towel to dry the haphazard strands.
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Our Demons//Taekook
FanficThe asshole clearly wants me, he's burning for it. His body language gives him away. Eyes darkening, nostrils flaring, and fingers holding my neck so lovingly-though he'd argue otherwise-and his huge dick is performing a standing ovation for me. But...
