Lollipop Boy ✘ Vkook

Chapter Three - Part Two

Don't mess with this boy, once you do him wrong, there's no turning back ...

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UNEDITED

*Taehyung's POV

As I exit from the kitchen doorway, my dark dilated orbs begin to slowly scan across the large sea of people, when they happened to fix themselves upon a familiar young brunette directly across the room.

Immediately, a slow smirk begins to creep itself satisfactorily upon my lips, as I begin to shove myself through the crowd towards his direction.

He appeared Lost, scared, alone, vulnerable , Which only made him more of an easier target.

I reached my arm out towards him, grabbing a hold of the youngers forearm with a strong firm grip, refusing to release before swiftly tugging him off of his feet with ease.
   He was now directly underneath me, with shear terror and disgust written all over his perfectly adorable features.

My intimidating, tall frame soon loomed darkly over the much petite boy, his entire body seemed to tremble in response within my tight grasp, which only resulted in myself receiving an overwhelming rush of adrenaline and control over him.

"Care to dance.?" I slurred in a raspy, unnaturally deep tone due to the amount of alcohol I have already consumed tonight, to which he grimaced, his lips moulding into a permanent frown once the powerful aroma of alcohol escaped from my lips.

"I would possibly consider your offer if you weren't so drunk Taehyung." His sweet angelic voice nervously cracking with every word as he stared directly upwards at me, dreading my reply.

No body, rejects me.

"It wasn't a question babe." I began angrily, "-And frankly, I don't give a damn whether you want to or not." My tone dropping an octave lower becoming bitter and stern, earning the unwanted attention from others surrounding us.

"What's going on here.?" A sudden voice echoed from behind, the most irritating voice that could drive you mad, which belonged to the one and only, Jiminy fucking Cricket.

"Nothing Jimin." Jungkook quickly whispered in response whilst refusing to make direct eye contact with either of us, with his head remaining downwards towards the ground.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." Jimin then delivered the most un-threatening glare he could possibly muster towards my direction.
   Witnessing him being so protective over Jungkook made my blood boil, soon causing my entire persona to darken lividly with pure hatred towards him.

Playing the hero are we.?
That's my job.
And my job only.

Dangerously, I inch myself closer towards the pair, although Jimin to my surprise, remained his ground directly infront of Jungkook, obviously in a pathetic attempt to shield him from me.

Big mistake.

My large fists then clenched themselves tightly and slowly with fury, twitching at either sides whilst creating an unsettling cracking sound as they do so.

"I suggest you back the hell off pal." I growl warningly through tight gritted teeth, whilst spitting out my words in utter abhor.

"Why should I.? He's my boyfriend." He stated proudly in a calm, cocky tone.

"Wait, wha-.?" Jungkook then mumbled confusingly from behind him.

I wasted no time in fisting jimins shirt collar in an aggressive manner with my rough strong hand, before using my free one to then smash my hard fist directly into the centre of his face, knocking him backwards off of his feet and straight onto the hard wooden flooring in a massive heap due to my rough, violent actions.

"He's mine.!" My voice booms loudly throughout the entire house, earning a few screams and gasps from others before falling eerily silent.

Jimin, who was currently sobbing to himself in complete agony upon the floor, whilst holding his now bloody, bruised nose.
   I approach, ignoring Jungkook's helpless pleas to stop.

I haven't finished yet.

Grabbing a hold of the crying boy by his long brown locks, I heartlessly drag him along the dirty wooden flooring, Where I then smash his face upwards off of the hard wall repeatedly. Over and over again, with a stronger force each time.

I'm completely numb.
  
Remaining a tight grip on his hair, his petite frame began to weaken, becoming limp and lifeless. The thrashing and struggling finally stopped,  yet I shamefully proceeded.

"He belongs to me, not you , and he never will , do you understand me.?!" I viscously growl in a demonic-like manner, whilst maniacally crushing his face deeper within the wall.

My chest heaves rapidly, nostrils dilated and eyes wild, pitch dark as night.

"TAEHYUNG!" A familiar, yet distant voice barked loudly, enough to pull me from my dark trance, as my pupils soon shrank themselves back to their original size.

What have I done.

I loosen my grip immediately, allowing his frail body to freely sink itself to the cold hard ground.

My hands began to tremble, as I stare down at their new stained colour.

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A/N: I apologise I haven't been active recently but I am now and there will be more chapters on the way!

This is also unedited, so I also apologise for any mistakes or if some parts don't make sense. (:

No, Jimin is not dead.