Two-Faced ( BTS - Kim Taehyung / V )

Twelve

It's been just under two weeks since Taehyung got dragged into jail. I'd been visiting him on the days he was- well... Him. The real him.

My nights were spent at Taehyung and Jungkooks house, I'd already told my mother about the issue, and she just accepted I was old enough to do what I wanted. Id spend my nights crying or awkwardly listening to Jimin and Jungkook do the dance with no pants.

After they had finished, I heard the familiar squeak of Jungkooks door opening, and they made there way down the stairs. They swung the living room door open, their faces red and puffy and they were panting like hell. Jungkooks hair was all over the place and he walked over to a large mirror to sort it out casually.

Jimin took a seat next to me and put his arm around me. He was full of glee and even now, he struggled to keep his breath steady.

"How's my favourite girl?"

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Traumatised." I shuffled out of his arm and held my breath. They must of just finished, gotten dressed and didn't even bother to clean up.

"Excuse me, but what about Soohee? Your not going to leave my best friend hanging for him right?"

I ushered my head over to Jungkook who was pointing to himself in the mirror and telling himself he's looking 'fine'.

"Well we weren't dating or anything. And she knew there was no strings attached."

I frowned and crossed my arms. "Seriously! Do guys think it's fine to toy with girls hearts? Like god damn show some respect."

He just stared at me in silence for a while. "Plus, I've found out something different about myself."

Jungkook trotted over and sat on Jimins lap with his arms around his neck.

"Why should your life be revolved around one gender... Theres so much more to explore than one side..."

Jungkook hummed in agreement and kissed Jimin on the lips. It was fine until the kiss lasted more than a minute and their hands just refused to keep to themselves.

"Guys..." I sighed, tilting my head back so I was looking at the ceiling.

"Sorry!" I heard Jungkook muffle, before watching him pull away from the corner of my eye and sit besides Jimin.

"So how's hyung doing?"

I sighed and looked over at Jungkook.

"He has to go to court on Thursday, and I have no idea what we're supposed to do. His other self is going to spill up or act cocky and we're so screwed."

I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about him been thrown in that jail cell for life. The real Tae didn't deserve that at all.

A loud knock at the door was heard and I didn't even get a chance to see who it was before him and his very blue hair burst in.

"Oh, Yoongi-"

"Yah! What are you doing lying around? Taehyungs escaped and its Tuesday..."

"What?!"

"Come on we need to go, last thing he remembers was that you and him had a brawl in the school assembly hall. And he has your number, he can easily track you down."

"He wouldn't do anything to me would he-?"

My words were caught as I saw I taller figure walk in behind Yoongi. He'd left the door open and he mustn't of been cautious enough while walking here.

Taehyung raised his hand and placed a large silver metal just underneath Yoongi neck.

"Just the girl I wanted to see." he said, looking over at me and smiling evilly.

I put my hands over my mouth and stepped backwards. "Yoon...Yoongi..." I muffled.

Jungkook cowered behind Jimin and he protectively guarded him from his older brother. "Put the knife down Taehyung." Jimin muttered, trying to act ok but really wasn't.

Taehyung snorted and pushed the blade harder into Yoongis neck, making him wince and hiss in pain. "It wasn't nice when you beat me up the other day and took my toy, Jimimiee. I was knocked out a while, couldn't remember anything until I woke up in a jail cell accused of a murder I may-or-may-have-not-done-accidentally-on-purpose. I certainly didn't put myself there, and I'm not happy Jiminiee, not happy at all."

He grabbed Yoongis wrist and dragged him over to a table, where he slammed his hand faced down on it and traced Yoongis knuckles with the knife.

"Eenieey."

"Meeniy."

"Maieeny"

A smile spread across his face as the blade followed a vein up to his wrist. Yoongi winced and tried to budge out of his grasp, but he just couldn't.

"Mo."

Taehyung effortlessly pushed down the knife and slit Yoongis whole hand off. He bone was still sticking out awkwardly as blood started to pool on the white carpet on the floor.

He yelped in pain extremely loud, clutching his wrist of where his hand used to be. I covered my eyes and wept. "Stop it! NO PLEASE, STOP HURTING HIM!"

I watched Yoongi fell on his knees and fainted from the constant flow of blood leaving his body.

Taehyung ignored me and turned Yoongi around so he was lying on his back. Jimin lunged forward and tried to stop him, but it was too late, Taehyung had already inserted the knife on the left side of his chest, and Yoongi lay bloodied and lifeless on the living room floor.

I dropped on my knees and cried, unable to look at the scene in front of me. The blood everywhere. Yoongis eyes rolling back in their sockets. Jimin and Jungkook in heaps of tears also.

I felt nauseous, I could barely hold back the sickness when I was yanked upwards by my hair. I was confronted by the killer I once loved, staring at me completely ignoring the fact that he was covered by the insides of a recently deceased. His sick eyes were taunting me. I felt his cold fingers trail my cheek in small circles, and the blood wet remains would have probably left a pattern.

"Oh no, baby, I'm not going to hurt you. I love you. After all, your my girlfriend right?"

He's not supposed to know that... That was me and the other Taehyung, he shouldn't of remembered.

"How do you..."

I stepped back but he'd already grabbed my other cheek and violently kissed me. I struggled away but he force me to stay where I was.

I opened my eyes and watched Jimin and Jungkook weeping over Yoongis dead body, his blood staining their hands. I pulled away and shoved him in the chest, but it didn't seem to help anything.

"Baby, stop crying, he meant nothing to you. Just a friend of a friend is all. One less idiot in the world huh? I done us a favour."

My face must have been covered with blood now, and the constant eye wiping wasn't helping either.

"Taehyung! Listen to me! This isn't you! I know it isn't, you need to stop yourself before its too late." I wept, looking over at Yoongi. "But it's already too late..."

I looked at him and a flicker of recognition appeared in his eyes. His pupils widened and looked around the scene in front of him. His gaze was soft again and I could see tears building up in his eye ducts as he saw Yoongi.

He was about to say something when sirens were heard in the distance, and he snapped back to his evil gaze and turned to the door, running off into the night.