𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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WARNING: the next three chapters contains scenes of kidnapping, torture and murder, read at your discretion

i do not support these behaviors in any way, this is purely fiction and should stay that way

"Why?" Taehyung asked coldly.

Jungkook was unsure what to answer. All he knew is that he did not want him to leave, at least not before talking about what was going on between them.

"We can't just ignore what's going on, push it aside and act as if nothing happened," Jungkook blurted out.

"Yes, we can, and that's what we will do," Taehyung said, staring straight into his eyes, anger slowly building up inside of him. "This is the last time we will meet."

Taehyung had made that decision on his way there. Jungkook was too much of a distraction from his normal life. The routine was broken, and it triggered Taehyung in such a way that his impatience and anger grew too rapidly. He hated it when he lost control, and Jungkook was exactly that. A loss of control, giving in to him. Jungkook shot up, his grip on Taehyung's wrist tighter.

"No," he replied, fear creeping up in his mind. "I know you felt it too, the connection."

Taehyung pulled his arm out of Jungkook's grasp and pointed his finger at him.

"Don't act like you fucking know me," he spat. "You have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

Jungkook clenched his fists. He knew he had felt it, and the fact that he was ignoring it made him incredibly mad. He did not want to lose this feeling, nor did he want to lose him.

"I know you liked it, it was obvious─" he started.

He was interrupted as Taehyung slammed him against the wall, his hand tight around his neck.

"You want to know what I really like, Jungkook?" he whispered, his eyes growing dark. "I like to kill people. I like to cut them and watch them scream, hear them begging for the sweet release of death, yelling at me to let them go. I love to watch their eyes filled with fear, then see the life slowly fading out of them."

Jungkook gulped and listened, stiff.

"And you know what I'd like to do to you, Jungkook?" he continued, his voice deeper. "I want to tie you up, cut a thousand little cuts across your body and watch as you empty yourself of your own blood."

They stared into each other's eyes, silent. It was the first time Taehyung ever said anything like that out loud to anyone. It felt good, liberating, even. Jungkook, on the other hand, was unsure how to feel after such a confession. He only knew one thing.

"Then do it," he whispered back.

He could not kill him. Taehyung had had so many opportunities to do it, yet he either spared him or fucked him every time. Jungkook literally offered himself to him, yet he had not done it. He did not know why he could not do it, all he knew is he was glad he could not. This man had brought an unexpected new twist on life for him, and he would always be grateful for that. He had something to live for. Someone.

"Everything was fine before I met you. I was doing fine. Everything went according to plan. But then you showed up and..." he started.

"And?" Jungkook asked, eager for him to speak his mind.

"And you turned my whole world around," he admitted, letting go of his neck.

Jungkook's hand naturally went up to his neck, rubbing it. He watched as Taehyung sat down on his bed, lost in thought. He grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that were lying on the ground and put them on, joining Taehyung on his bed afterwards. They sat silently for a moment before Taehyung spoke up again, surprising both of them.

"You're not scared of me," he mumbled, almost to himself.

"I'm not scared of many things," Jungkook added.

"Not even death?" Taehyung asked, taking a glance at his eyes.

Jungkook shook his head in response. It was true. He feared practically nothing, having lost it all already. Nothing really kept him alive, except for the thrill of danger. Chasing after death somewhat became his motivation to live, as ironic as it sounded.

"I don't know why I can't do it. I just can't. But I think about it a lot. I dream about it," pondered.

Any normal human being would have ran, would have called the police at that statement. He dreamed about killing him, about cutting him up like a piece of meat... but Jungkook was not normal. He was not sure why he was attracted to this man so much. At first, he knew it was because he was chasing after death and thought he had found it in this man's hands. However, his view of him changed after their last two encounters. Something sparked. Something dark and twisted, but beautiful nonetheless.

"You felt it, didn't you?" Jungkook said, repeating himself.

He wanted to hear him say it. He wanted to know his feelings, or whatever was going on, was reciprocated. Taehyung nodded, looking down on the floor, and Jungkook's chest warmed up.

"You... shouldn't get involved with me. I'm crazy. I hurt people for fun," he said, in hopes of pushing him away.

"I know. I don't care. I'm a little crazy myself," Jungkook replied too quickly.

Taehyung held the back of his neck and sighed.

"So if one day I brought a live human back to your apartment─" Taehyung began.

"I wouldn't care," he blurted out to quickly again, his heart pounding.

Taehyung laughed.

"Yeah, you are crazy," he chuckled.

And for a time everything felt fine. Just two people admitting something hard to each other, and understanding each other. Accepting one another for who they were, both the good and the bad. Jungkook smiled against his will and tried to hide it behind his hand. A phone rang, and Taehyung quickly grabbed it and answered.

"Yeah─ Yeah─ I'll be right there," he said, the look on his face serious.

He's so hot when he's serious, Jungkook thought, embarrassed. Taehyung got up, his mind somewhere else.

"When will we─" Jungkook started but then stopped as Taehyung brushed him off.

"I'll text you," he replied bluntly.

Jungkook sighed and fell on his back, tired, as he heard Taehyung slam the front door of his apartment. As he looked around he told himself he should probably change his bed sheets. He ripped them off his bed and threw them in the trash, grabbing his wallet and cellphone to go buy some new ones.