ANGELIC. [KimTaehyung]

f - bleed

❛T⃣aehyung❜

"Those ropes should hold him." I spoke tiredly, trying to catch my breath. My fingers swept my hair back and out of my face.

My bloodied hand felt numb as I held it under cold water. The throbbing in my head was grueling, making my entire body ache.

"That bastard won't go near her again." My laugh echoed through the empty apartment. I had finished the first part of this filthy plan now it was time to play out the second task.

Taking his life would be all too joyful now. He was a hurdle in the way. I had to get rid of him. Without his presence I could finally restore my peace.

My boots squeaked against the floor of my apartment. The room was all dark except for the little light I allowed in though the blinds. Moonlight is the perfect tool when performing an act like the one I am about to do.

Sharpening the point of my knife I thought of all me and Mila could be after this. She would t have any distractions when falling in love with me. She could teach me how to be happy and eradicate this sick feeling inside of me.

From the corner of the dimly lit room I heard him gasp, regaining his consciousness.

"Please." He croaked, almost lifelessly. The remainder of his life would be filled with pain, pain caused by loving the wrong woman.

I let him simmer in the mutalating feeling of helplessness a moment longer before speaking.

"Ah, Jimin." I spoke, the weight of the slender handle pulled on my hand making the feeling of the knife become all to real for me.

"Let me go, I beg of you." He looked around hopelessly trying to find the source of my voice.

"I have done nothing please!" He cried.

From the back of my thoat I began to cackle mainiacky. An inhumane laugh, humorless and antagonizing.

"Now, there is where your mistaken." I walked towards his silhouette."what did you do to Mila?" I asked, gripping his scalp, pulling his head back forcefully.

His tears him my palm as he continued to cry.

Pathetic.

"We just talked, nothing happened. We went on one date."

"Did you kiss her?" My hand twitched.

"Only one or twice, I'm really sorry. I didn't know she had a boyfriend." He had felt her lips before I had. There was no longer any confusion in my head, he deserved to die.

Inhaling, I grabbed the knife, pulling it back before repeatedly shoving it into his chest.

He struggled against my arm, trying to grip onto me. The trauma eventually set in and all that was left was a pool of blood.

I exhaled, removing the knife.

The sudden knock at my door startled me. My hands began to tremble as I quickly tried to compose myself.

I dropped the sharp object and bolted to the door, closing it swiftly.

The peephole showed Mila, standing with a bouquet of flowers.

Fuck what do I do?

Her knocking became urgent "Taehyung I know you're in there!" Why did she have to appear at this inopportune time?

"I'm sorry about the other day, please let me in." She wanted to apologize, she actually cared for me, this may be my only chance. My only chance to get her back.

I opened the door huredly.

She looked at me relieved. " I'm glad you're okay. You didn't answer my texts or calls so I became worried." She stepped in, unaware of the dead boy lying in the other room.

"I've just been busy" my eyes flickered to the door, "that's all."

"I stopped at the flower shop and Yoongi told me you weren't working tonight, but I got you these, white roses, your favorite." She spoke happily.

"Should I put them in the window seal just like the others?" Her heels clicked as she stepped closer to the crime scene.

"Ah no! I threw those away, they were dead, leave them in the kitchen." I shook my head strongly, inhibiting her access into my room.

"What? They were so beautiful! We have to start it back up again, let me see!" She pushed me aside as she opened the door.

Her screams of terror ached my soul. "What did you do?" Her voice was so soft and gentle, her eyes full of tears.

She stepped in, dropping the white roses, covering their petals in blood.
This felt like history was repeating itself. Whose blood would be next? Mine?

"I had to Mila, I'm sorry. Please tell me your not mad." Her sobs were all that was heard. Her knees buckled as she enveloped Jimins body.

"Taehyung why would you do this?" It  really wasn't fair, even in death he was being cradled in her arms.

"It wasn't my fault." I spoke sharply wiping the tears from my eyes.

Turning her head slowly, her eyes bore into me. Soft and pleading, wondering if she really knew me, or if she was just overlooking the monster lurking within me.

"You look beautiful," my hushed voice spoke.

"even when you're covered in another man's blood." I sobbed, kneeling next to her.
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(un)edited
date published:
july 30th 2017
word count: 865