考拉|koala°taekook

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Jungkook hummed to himself as he dragged the vacuum cleaner across the already dustless carpet. He liked the funny whirring sound it made as it sucked up all the disgusting dirt on the surface.

He sensed amusement as he recalled the time he had tried to suck up flies with one. That had been fun.

As he turned it off and put it away, his curiosity to see the upper part of the house increased.

Deciding to just check things out, he climbed the creaking stairs and reached the top landing. It was a long hall, with a corridor leading off on both sides.

Three doors, two on one side and one on the other, adorned the plain white walls.

Taehyung was in one of them.

No, it's not him, it's someone else, Jungkook thought.

Opening the door closest to him, he peeked inside. It was a warehouse of some sort, well, wareroom actually, full to the brim with cardboard boxes, old furniture partially covered with white sheets, shattered pieces of pots and pans, among other stuff. A single grimy window was set on the wall furthest to the door, allowing tiny slits of light to enter the vicinity.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose in disgust. So dirty. This would have to be cleaned out.

Walking over to the next one, he found it locked.

The third door had a sign on it.

Don't enter. It's for your own good.

Jungkook wondered if Taehyung had hung that there for his benefit.

Jungkook was generally a smart person, but one of his downfalls was a trait of extreme curiosity. He couldn't resist not investigating places, objects, people, to say the least. This often led to dire circumstances, but did he learn? No. He only resisted the temptation for some time, then was forced to carry out his wishes.

The opportunity of meeting this Taehyung was one he had been searching for ever since he got the job. And now was his chance to strike gold.

Knowing he would regret it later, Jungkook unlocked the door by twisting the handle. Then, taking a deep breath, poked his head inside.

The room was darkened, the only source of light, a lamp on the table next to the bed, emitting a harsh orange glow.

The dim light illuminated a bed, a window with the shutters down, and a rocking chair....

...which was currently occupied.

Jungkook had to squint, but he could make out Taehyung's features.

His hair were falling into his eyes, casting them into a dense shadow. His hands gripped the sides of the chair, causing the knuckles to turn a stark white. A thick vein bulged in his right temple. A striped blue and white robe was wrapped around his body, accompanied with red pyjamas.

If he had noticed Jungkook enter, he didn't react in any way.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook asked in a soft voice.

Taehyung, or rather, the Not-Taehyung, suddenly chuckled. It wasn't a friendly chuckle. It made the hair on Jungkook's neck stand up.

"Taehyung isn't here right now. He's far far away."

His voice was so different than what it had been before, as if, another person was speaking from behind him. It was gravelly and deep, mixed in with a growl and a sneer. In short, it was terrifying.

"Who are you, then?" Jungkook asked.
Taehyung lifted his head slightly.

"I go by many names, most common of which is, simply, torture."

"Why are you here?"

He sneered. "To make this pathetic excuse of a person suffer." As if to prove his point, he took out a knife from within the folds of the robe and started twirling it around his fingers.

"He's so weak, you know?" He continued, a sense of amusement laced in with his words. "He does everything I ask him to. I had him wrapped around my little finger from day One."

Jungkook's eyes widened as he brought the tip of the knife to his finger, erecting a miniscule droplet of scarlet blood.

"No, s-stop!" Jungkook cried out and made to walk towards him, but stopped himself.

"Please, just, don't hurt him." He pleaded.

Taehyung, no doubt seeing his panic stricken eyes, attained a maniacal gleam in his own.

"Aw," He cooed. "Do you really care about me that much?"

He swiped the blade over his palm, causing it to suddenly spew red liquid dripping down his arm.

Jungkook didn't know what to do, as he stood frozen in place, his words dying in his throat.

Don't enter. It's for your own good.

Feeling regret and repulsion in his every fibre, he retreated slowly and backed out of the room, locking it.

Just before the door closed, he saw Taehyung smirk evilly, droplets of gore dripping down onto the carpet and staining the cuff of his sleeve.

Jungkook leaned against the, now locked, door and let out a deep, shuddering breath.

He could hear soft whistles emanating from inside, accompanied by strange echoing giggles.

A/N: evil tae turns me on y i k e s