SATAN | m.yg & k.th

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After the occurrence with Yoongi, everything went back to normal.

Not really normal...Hoseok was just as gone as Jimin, and I tried to contact both continuously. My mental stability was not functional, I was so fucked up. I could not close my eyes for the last 24 hours, my body could not stay seated. I was pacing around the apartment all night long.

I did not feel like myself. It was all just too much. 

But that wasn't the end....

Everything that kept me the Y/N that I was... was going away as he 'treated' me.

~~~~~A normal work day

"Where are the files from the police station?" boss Taehyung questioned me as if I was his secretary.

I shrugged emotionlessly. 

He gave me a glare. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.

We were in the training room. I was supposed to be helping a new person.

"Nothing."

He crossed his arms, and continued waiting for me to answer. I let out a sigh.

"I want to leave," I said. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Let me resign from here," 

The bags under my eyes weren't from overworking. The weakness in my body wasn't from not having enough time to rest...

"I feel like I have been here for too long already, and you haven't given me a proper job to do. What is this training bullshit? I didn't sign up to fight anybody. I've been mentally tortured ever since I arrived!!!" I ended up yelling. Turning heads.

Taehyung grabbed my arm and pulled me. 

"Follow me and don't talk," 

~~~~ My apartment 

Unknown reason why, he dragged me to my apartment. (Which was in the building itself. Incase you forgot.)

"Got some people in my office, just incase you are wondering," 

He lead me inside.

"Now tell me what's wrong," he said.

My hair was messy, and my visual made it obvious that I wasn't okay.

All of a sudden, tears began flooding my eyes.

"He killed them!!!" I cried into my palms. Taehyung was clearly shocked. 

He instinctively grabbed me, and hugged me. 

"Who killed who?" He spoke quietly, also, petting my hair.

"Satan killed my boyfriend, and J-j-jiminnn, uhghgghkj, " I cried, and cried, and cried into his chest. It was random of him to be this supportive right now. Especially, that he was once being taken over him.

Now that I thought of it.... how come Kim Taehyung isn't dead, even though, he was controlled by Satan? 

I pulled away and glared at him seriously. 

"Who are you?" I asked, keeping my distance. He looked at me confused.

"Your boss, and potential friend....," he said as if I asked something stupid. Which I probably have.

"Tae. Do you know this one red eyed thing-, " he cut me off.

"You already told me about it. Blonde and red eyes, and floats. Apparently, looks like Yoongi. Right?" 

"Yeah. Him. That THING!" I yelled.

"He killed Jung?" he asked me in a rather normal tone.

"Hoseok. My boyfriend. He said he was GONE. It continuously comes and tortures me mentally. Please make it go away!!" 

Taehyung grabbed me again. "Sh. Calm down. I'm sending you home. Put your thoughts together, Y/N."

His arms wrapped warmly around me. It felt secure... in a time like this. 

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A/N:

To let you know, Y/N thinks that they are dead. I haven't confirmed that they are DEAD yet. 

Also. A put a warning in the beginning that this will contain BDSM, and it will get really fucked up and bloody...

Well those moments are coming soon, and if you can't handle this kind of distress I'm warning you. 

Love you, <3