His Demons [Book Two]

Chapter Eight

***Do you still have your tissues? This is the final chapter of His Demons and the My Demons, very short, series. I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I cried writing this!

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Taehyung had arrived at my house just as I had expected him to, sooner than I thought, but he came. I watched him from my parent's bedroom window. I watched him stand in front of the door that would lead into my living room and crack his neck before opening the door. Taking a deep breath in I slowly walked back to my room where I started moving around my dumbbells to make it sound like I was working out.

When I heard the third step of the stairs creak I put the dumbbells down and moved behind the door just before he slowly pushed it opened. My heart rate began to pick up pace as I held my breath. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my head as he slowly walked into my bedroom and towards the mannequin I had dressed in my favorite hoodie. It was a diversion I had thought of when I saw my favorite hoodie sitting on the back of the chair, I knew that he was more observant than I was.

The smile that came to Taehyung's face as he walked towards the chair the mannequin was sitting in was a smile I had never seen before. As he reached for the chair I slammed the door shut behind him, my way of letting him know I wasn't in the chair. His body froze in place as I took a step towards him, my barefoot slapping against the hardwood floor. I took quieter steps as the chair swiveled around to show Taehyung that it wasn't me.

Taehyung had finally turned around, coming face to face with me being only two feet away from him. In most cases you wouldn't want to get that close to someone who wants to kill you, but I was at a higher advantage than him.

My left hand cocked the gun that I had been holding before I raised it a couple of more inches, pointing it at his chest. Did I want to kill him? No. However, the three options I had thought about when I first confirmed my suspicions about him had been brought down to only one.

I had to kill him.

Taehyung didn't know that I owned a gun. He didn't even know that I knew how to shoot one. There had been many times before where Hoseok had asked to go shooting. I always said I didn't want to go because guns scared me. It was a lie. I had just wanted to spend time with Taehyung, not realizing that he was a killer at the time.

"You won't do it," he exclaimed with a smile.

Was he right? "Why wouldn't I?" I asked, trying to keep my composure. If he knew that I was emotionally falling apart he'd be able to overpower me quickly.

"Because," he began, still smiling. "Just as I have feelings for you, you have feelings for me."

Shit.

"You're right, I thought you were my friend, but I was wrong." It was hard saying it. For a while now I had thought of him more than a friend, but he had never once showed any emotions towards me. Taehyung had never said I was his boyfriend. He had never said he liked me. He had never said 'I love you.' I had been convinced that I was just a toy for him and I accepted it because I loved him.

"No, more than that."

"What?" I was confused. Completely and utterly confused. Was he saying that he, too, had feelings for me? If he was, could I really kill him? He had never said he had feelings for me and if he finally told me I didn't think I'd be able to follow through with my plan. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I should let him gain control of the situation.

Just as I pulled myself back into reality Taehyung tried to reach up and grab the gun. He wasn't fast enough. Before I could really process what had happened the gun had gone off. Within seconds his white t-shirt was turning red. He gave me a smile and tried to take a deep breath in before he began coughing. His eyes met mine and then slowly moved away from my face down to his chest.

He stared at the blood for a split second and then placed his hand over the place I had just shot him. "You did it," he struggled to say before losing his balance and falling back into my desk chair, his back slamming against the mannequin.

"I never said I wouldn't." The amount of pain I was feeling had to be as much, if not more than him. My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest as I watched him bleeding in front of me. I began to feel nauseas. My legs began to feel weak.

Taehyung was struggling to breath, but that didn't stop him from talking. "I'm glad it was you. I'm glad the person who stopped me was... you," he said as he struggled even more to breath.

"Why?" I said, staying where I was standing. I knew if I moved even an inch I would be a complete mess.

"Because even though... I knew I needed... to kill you... I waited... because I love you..."

Tears built up in my eyes as I processed the words he just said to me. "I love you too, that's why I had to stop you."

Taehyungs eyes closed shut and his chest began to move up and down slower. I found myself dropping to my knees next to him, grabbing a hold of his hand as I realized what I had just done. My heart was torn from my chest.

At first, I thought someone had come into my bedroom and had seen what had happened and that's why they were screaming. It wasn't until Officer Park had to physically pull me off of Taehyung that I realized the screaming was coming from me. Tears stained my cheeks as I screamed in agony. The pain I was feeling was unbearable.

When my eyes looked at Taehyung who was lifeless in the chair with his chest covered in blood I found myself dropping to the floor once again. My hand clutched at my chest as I let out a painful cry. Even though Taehyung needed to be stopped and I knew it was going to be hard on me I didn't think I'd feel that way. I didn't think it'd feel like I, myself, had been shot. I didn't think that it'd feel like my world had just came crashing down around me. I didn't think I'd feel numb seeing Taehyung dead.

It was over.

Taehyung was gone.

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***Thank you for reading and voting. I wasn't planning on writing a sequel to My Demons but when it was requested of me I decided to do it. It was difficult to write it from Jungkook's POV but it was exciting having a challenge. This was really a lot of fun to write.

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