𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓘⓕⓣⓨⓣⓦⓞ

"Jess, we're having a celebration tomorrow night; would you give us the honor of joining us?" Taehyung asked, surprising Jungkook.

"We do?" Jungkook replied, turning back to him, frowning.

"Now we do. Last minute plans," Taehyung said with a wink.

"I would love to," Jess answered, a beaming smile on her lips.

Jimin winced as the blade entered his thigh, shivering slightly as he trailed it lower. He watched intently as the point opened up his skin, the gash expanding as he pulled the blade closer to his groin. He stopped and let out a breath he had been keeping for seconds as he reached his pelvis, dropping the knife into the bathtub. The sound of it echoed in the bathroom, and it slightly startled Jimin out of his daze. He stared at the small drops of blood that spilled from the cut and into the floor of water in the bathtub, tainting it with hints of red turning into a faded pink. His fingers trailed around it, the tips of them caressing the side of the incision, where the skin had turned into a dark shade of pink. He smiled as the burning sensation grew and spread to the rest of his legs, even up to his groin. He had not originally thought of this as exciting, but the thought of Taehyung doing this to him lit a fire deep in the pit of his stomach.

He squeezed the sides of the cut, making even more blood spill out. The sight and smell of it was intoxicating in such a sick way, and he wondered if Taehyung would have licked it off of him. Would he have cut him just like this, a single, deep cut, or would it have been smaller incisions like he had done on his lover? He bit his bottom lip as the bath was now a deep shade of pink, mimicking the shade of his wound, as he thought of how they caught them the night before at the early hours of the morning. Just as he was about to get himself a glass of water in the kitchen, they had burst through the entrance door, a mess of intertwined limbs and erratic breaths.

He recalled the look in Taehyung's eyes when he was cutting Jungkook on the kitchen counter. It had been nothing like he had ever seen before, a side of Taehyung that he had never had the honor of witnessing. Those primal eyes were now tattooed in his mind, and as much as he tried he could not shake them off. His blood tainted hands glided across his body, smearing traces of crimson all over his pale skin. He imagined it was Taehyung's hands, those rough hands of his, caressing him instead of his own, clawing and gripping at every spot of soft skin they would meet.

None of that was possible as long as that man was still walking and breathing. He hated him with every inch of his being, and wished he could rid of the problem himself. Jimin was never one to resolve to violence, but the uncontrollable rage he had against the man made him question his preferred course of action. He leaned down and took the knife back in his hand, running his thumb across the edge of it as he exhaled short, broken breaths. All he would have to do is stab him once. Just one swift movement, and the trouble would be gone.

But there was something much more satisfying in turning the duo against one another, or even just tearing them from each other. He was so close to his goal already, having obtained all the information and knowledge he needed to make his plan a success. All he needed was the last part of his plan, something he was still debating on. There were too many possibilities, and Jimin wanted to be sure to pick the one that would hurt the most. If Jungkook was to be taken from Taehyung, the latter would be heartbroken, maybe for a little while. But Jimin knew people like Taehyung, and these people were impatient and moved on quickly. Jimin would wait until Taehyung would naturally fall into his grasp, as he is someone he trusts greatly and, well, lives with. It seemed like too easy of a plan, he knew that, but it was the last part of it that would make the difference.

His thoughts were interrupted as his leg started to feel numb, and he just then noticed how to bathwater had turned completely red. He must not have realized just how much blood was pouring out of his leg, so he dropped the knife back into the bathtub and turned to reach for the first aid kit. He disinfected the gash and bandaged it, hoping it was not deep enough that it would need sutures. If anything, he could do those by himself, but his sudden dip in stamina made him lazy. He would have to check on it later.

He stood up and clumsily walked in front of the wall mirror, admiring the reflection that smiled back at him. He had definitely gotten stronger; his body was bigger and more muscular than before, as he knew that was what Taehyung liked. He was slowly transforming, and hoped his Master had noticed. He loved how the blood smeared across his toned abdominals and chest contrasted with his dull skin, and wondered how Taehyung would react if he saw him like that.

Ah, Taehyung. A remarkable man. Truly a mystery. He was so strong, so in control, and the simple thought of it made Jimin moan quietly. He was not sure if he wanted to be with him or to be him more, but all he knew was that he was the only thing on his mind. Who would not want to be a millionaire with the world at his finger tips, hunting and killing any victim he seemed fit to? He did it as if it were so easy; uncatchable, undefeatable. The man had so much power yet he did not even realize it; he probably only focused on how he wanted to change. Jimin wished he would embrace it, accept that he was put on this earth to dominate and rule over others. People were born they way they were for a reason, no matter the upbringing or events that could have occurred in their lives. Taehyung was born to kill, Jimin was sure of that. It seemed so natural to him, as if he had been doing it his whole life.

Jimin's hands unconsciously caressed his body, one hand teasing at his nipple whereas the other stroked his shaft slowly. He imagined what it would be like, to hold such power. A soft moan escaped his lips as his grip tightened around his cock at the thought. To be able to kill someone, anyone, to watch as they took their last breath and the life faded out of their eyes. Now that was control. His moans turned into whines as he pinched his nipple harder. To be able to torture someone, hear them beg for you to stop yet you do not. Such control. Jimin's numb legs shook as his breaths quickened, heart palpitating loudly in his chest. For once in his life, he wanted to feel in control. To make his own choices. To point a gun at someone and choose whether they lived or died. To pull the trigger.

He fell to his knees as his orgasm overcame him, his whole body shuddering as the waves of heat and pleasure coursed through his body. He licked his lips as he took deep breaths, hand smearing his come all over his softening cock. He raised his head slightly to stare at himself through the mirror, a faint grin appearing on his lips.

"Taehyung... I'm coming for you."