fiendish heart [1]

24 。felo-de-se

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No matter how many times Taehyung turned to the cave, his broken mindset would not let him enter and finish what he had promised himself weeks ago. Every time he tried he'd lose momentum. His irises swirled with a purple darkness, fingers dancing across the glowing emerald blade that surged with his dark desires. His voice was soft as he sang disturbing lyrics in a sickeningly sweet tone. His body completely out of his control, under the temporary bewitchment of Jimin's words.

„I need to kill you, that's the only way to get you out of my head." He sang delicately, letting his index finger rest against the point of the blade as his eyes gleamed with mischief. „Oh I need to kill you, to silence all the sweet little things you've said." The silence of the cave lured him in as he wandered inside.

„I really wanna kill you, wipe you off the face of my earth; and bury your bracelet," His fingers tugged at the metal bracelet around his wrist, pulling it away from his skin and scrunching it up in his palm, eyes shining with lunacy. „Bury your bracelet, six feet under the dirt." The charm detached from its metal bindings as the black heart fell to the floor.

Taehyung stopped in the dim lighting of the cavern, eyes gazing over the boy curled up in the corner of the space. Kook's head was tucked into his chest. He sat unmoving and hushed, listening to the taunting of his lover's song. Taehyung dropped the bracelet at his feet, where he rose a black boot before stamping the end of his toe into the dust that piled up on the cold stone. The sole of his shoe crushed the gold and silver into one as the object was torn to pieces by his mindless acts. Kook's careful eyes watched, tears staining his cheeks as he put all his energy into staying calm.

For a moment, his eyes flickered down to the weapon unsheathed in Taehyung's steady hands. That was enough to tell him the man above him was not in his own mind, but in someone else's. Someone who played mind tricks with those he found to be pliable. With the dwindling effect of witnessing his first love's death, Jimin needed nothing more than a few carefully constructed words to get Taehyung to do his bidding. The gentle writer smiled down upon him with a deranged grin and broken stare; Kook no longer recognised him as the boy he met ten months ago. In the calmest voice he could muster, he breathed out the words of hopeless acceptance,

„You have come to kill me." It felt like burning hands were tightening around his chest, squeezing so tight he couldn't breathe. The crooks of the cave curved around his body, his lanky arms covering his scratched chest. Waist clutched tightly by emaciated hands, trying to suppress plain sighted weakness. His eyes were the breaking point, drooped and dark. A deep scarlet red glowed in his irises, a shade that depicted the pure evil Taehyung had come to destroy.

„If I trust you take it as an honour," he spoke the words without moving his body; only the separation of his lips an indication of his voice. „Not an opportunity."

Taehyung was lost. His fingers gripped the hilt of the emerald blade so firmly. As if he was prepared to commit murder. His stance was defensive and dominant, pupils burning into the boy below him with a veiled passion. He was bewitched, possessed by additional desires that were not his own. „Do not regret what you are intending, Tae." Kook pushed every breath into each word, trying to get through to the real Taehyung.

„No regrets will come from your death. Only great pleasure." Taehyung hissed. But he had yet to strike, for now his words were his weapon, too afraid to use the real one. He took a step forward as power surged through the emerald dagger that grew more dangerous the closer it got to Kook hunched over on the stone.