His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 26

Staring at the unconscious man lying on the blood-splattered table in front of him, V's brows furrowed in frustration. He'd slipped from the Jeon mansion and gone to the store to acquire some concealer, since it was hard to pull off his 'vulnerable, innocent puppy' look when he was covered in black and violet marks.

So when the drunk had stumbled on the ethereal boy in the white, over-sized sweater and ripped blue jeans, his large eyes looking frightened and teeth digging into soft, pink lips, the older man had kicked his lips, expecting an easy lay. Of course, once he woke up, ropes keeping him spread-eagled on the cold, steel table, it hadn't taken him long to start crying and begging the lovely boy to spare him.

The delicate looking boy was now glaring at the limp figure, dissatisfaction filling him. His previously white sweater now had blood sprayed all over it, with droplets of blood in his tousled, grey locks. For some reason, he'd felt...wrong...all night. He couldn't seem to relax and enjoy his new toy's screams and tears.

Looking around him, his bored gaze flicked over the severed toes and fingers he'd carelessly tossed aside, and the ears he'd carved from the weeping man. Exhaling, he shook his head, running his bloody fingers along the clammy cheek of his victim, his voice soft as he pouted, "You know, you were already not being very fun, but now that you're all quiet, it's even more dull."

He continues speaking his thoughts, uncaring that the man is beyond hearing him at the moment, "This is usually really relaxing for me, you know? But lately it doesn't take the edge off like it used to. It's nothing personal, you screamed and cried just like you were supposed to. I don't really know what's changed. I mean, maybe I need some new tools to use on my toys, what do you think?"

His wide eyes look at the slack face of his prey, "Oh, how about a chainsaw?", he shakes his head, "But they're so loud, and it'd be so hard to use that and keep them alive long enough."

"Maybe I can get you a blowtorch for your birthday," a velvet voice interrupts from the shadows by the back exit.

His head darting towards the intruder, V inwardly curses. He'd been so lost in what he was doing, he hadn't paid close enough attention to his surroundings. "I see you followed me."

Jungkook looks idly around the room. "You shouldn't be out alone. What if the person targeting you attacked again?"

The younger grits his teeth. "I'm capable of taking care of myself."

The ravenette pokes at his inner cheek, "You didn't notice I was watching you all night. By the way, do you know how hard it was NOT killing this sack of sh!t when he started putting his hands on you??"

"I would've been really pissed off if you had, since that would've eliminated my playtime," V's voice is filled with irritation.

As the older walks around the room, dragging his fingers along the messy tools lying on the nearby bench, he nods, his voice light,"The fact I knew he was going to die anyways is the only reason I left him alive."

The silver haired boy huffs, a scowl on his face as he places his hands on his hips, "Look at me! Aren't you going to say something about what I did? I've been torturing this piece of crap for hours! Isn't it hard for you to see your gentle Taehyung like this?"

Jungkook turns to look at the other, his eyes inspecting the boy from head to toe. He takes in the blood in the silver curls, the angry chocolate eyes, and large, crimson-streaked, white sweater slipping off a slender shoulder. The contrast between his fragile appearance and the scarlet splattered all over him is macabre. A raven brow lifts, his lips thinning in disapproval, "You covered up my marks."

Mouth gaping open in shock, V's voice rises, "That's what bothers you about the way I'm looking right now?!"

The older shrugs, "Well, yeah. I told you not to cover them."