Mental-Taekook

~17~

~Taehyung~

imma show the world that its better not to test me, blood sweat tears yeah, got not fears no, it's my time, hearts beating inside, people trying to stop me, things piled against me, but grinding work I do this shit for fun.

I bite my lip harshly, drawing blood, just simply licking it off before checking the security cameras for the tenth time that minute,

"They're clearly not there yet,"

"Oh sorry dumbass, it's your dumb plan, why would they go back to where the crime happened?"

"Need I remind you, you haven't found them, you know who took him, that's all"

I felt someone's hand on my back in a comforting way, I looked behind me to see Hobi, he smiled at me, he's always smiled, even when I was a dick to him,

"Look I'm sure they'll fall for it Taehyung, they can't be that smart, anyways how did you find out who they were?" I furrowed my eyebrows,

Wondering why he even cared, it's not like that information would help the situation, I looked back to the computer with a simple four word reply "my eyes, and brain." 

I sat down on the computer chair, flipping through the pages, "hoseok?"

"Hm?"

"You And your girlfriend, you're trying?" Id point at the screen, showing an old baby supply shop, "they look like they went out of business years ago, don't buy anything from he-"

I looked at him, he bit his lip standing up fully, I furrowed my eyebrows even more before minimising the page, clicking back on the security cameras,

"Can everyone leave, I want a private chat with my cousin," I heard a few muffled sighs as 4 people left the room,

I saw jimin bringing a chair next to me and sitting down,

"You're in a relationship, if you were buying baby clothes, you'd go in an actual shop right? Or atleast a website that's up to date,"

"Yeah probably-what are you getting at here? Are you accusing someone who wants to start a family of being up to something? Look you can't let your feelings for Jungkook get in the way of these things, you need your brain to work properly,"

"My feelings for jungkook, fuck me jimin, you know yoongi tried to cheat on you yet you still go out with him, he's an idiot, I can't believe you still go out with him, then you comment on my life? my feelings for Jungkook are nonexistent, if they were id be in a relationship with him."

"No you wouldn't, because you don't know how to deal with feelings."

"That doesn't fucking matter, what does is finding him, I want him to be safe, he doesn't deserve this, if anyone I do."

"How did you did you find who took him?"

Sighing I say "I don't know exactly all I know is that they're working for someone, someone who wants something kook has apparently."

Flashback

I stare at him, my hand fitting perfectly around his neck, almost growling at him, he had been knocked out for three days, I can only assume by Jungkook, I found him in the area Jungkook had last been spotted in,

And I thought this would be a lovely surprise as he woke up, he looked at me, terror in his eyes as he literally choked on his words,

"You hurt my kookie, where is he?" I loosened the grip so he could speak,

"D-d-don't know." I kicked him in the stomach, hard,

"Don't lie,"

"W-work for someone, w-wants s-something, he d-deserves every bit of pain he gets." 

I pick him up slamming his head off the wall, twice, taking out my knife and holding it to his throat, "if you were smart you wouldn't of said that last bit" I dig the knife into his neck slightly "because you see, jeon Jungkook, belongs to Kim Taehyung, and well, when you say something bad about him,"

I chuckled darkly "well, you're saying it to me too, and I don't take things like that very well, I'm not very good with emotions you see, I'm a bit unstable, well atleast that's what I tell the police"

I swiftly pressed the knife harder, cutting along his throat as he fell to the ground I sighed wiping the blood on the knife on his shirt "we could've been friends, maybe we could've even seen a therapist together"

I yawn a bit before taking his clothes, shoving them in my bag that I pick up from the ground, leaving the dead body, alone and in the public, chucking as I walk away

~present~

"Taehyung, taehyungggg? You've been staring at the wall for a few minutes are you ok?"

"How could I fucking forget? I'm a fucking idiot," I stood up opening the cupboard in the corner of the room pulling out the mans coat, looking through the pockets,

Flashing jimin the card,

i smirked

~Jungkook~

I flickered my eyes open, looking around the room to see only myself, mirrors i sighed looking at my reflection, my hair  was a mess, my face dripping with tears, and blood,, i look down at my clothes,

They're all ripped and ruined, I keep hearing words being chanted "you're just like him, you're going to hurt him too" a patronising voice, ringing around my head, around the room,

I scream running to the door, hitting it again and again, tears running down my face, it all cut, the ends of my fringe getting covered in blood and almost sticking to my forehead, I placed my head on the door, whimpering, begging to be let out,

"I'm not him, I won't let him get hurt again p-please let me out f-fucking p-please!" I screeched, I grab my hair pulling at it harshly, falling down to the floor,

"Oh jungkook, if only you knew, he doesn't even like you, he's using you, using you to make me feel jealous, he wishes he was with me, you're just a little pawn in his chess game."

I screamed again, throwing myself at the mirror, suddenly, gasping for air, I couldn't breathe, literal ah figuratively, I held my throat, practically begging for the right to live,

"H-help..."

My eyelids got heavy, heavy like someone had piled rocks ontop of them, I cried silently unable to open them, everything turning into that familiar darkness,

That darkness had became a second home now, a place I would go when the pain got too much, when the pain hurt too much,

Taehyung please save me from the trap of pain.