Mental-Taekook

~38~

I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, I just haven't felt in the mood to write

Trigger warnings:

.violence
•murder

~no ones p.o.v~

Here we go, Taehyungs about to show how psycho he can really become, because hasn't anyone told you? You can't tame a beast. It's not my problem if you don't believe, are you satisfied? Do I need to lie? Do I need to fake a happy ending?

Kim Taehyung twitched as he looked at park jimin, perhaps his next victim.

His hands shaking with rejoice as he made eye contact with the other, "he tried to make me hurt jungkook, I would never hurt jungkook."

"I know you wouldn't, but you can't stop jin from telling people can you? He's going to tell jungkook you touched yoongi, going to tell him you killed him."

"Jin wasn't here."

"Did you not just see him? He ran away, Taehyung. I'm fucking serious."

Maybe that's where trust gets you, running after someone who wasn't even there to begin with. Family always comes first, so why wouldn't he believe him? Jimin was there to help him. He always has.

He was taking the unforsaken road, running towards another innocent.

While jimin looked at the body, almost smiling. Kneeling down beside it, tilting his head so it faced his own, the alive didn't feel much, cold as ice, hard as stone. He had too much pride, suppose it ran in the family.

Oh you think I'm unfair? Little do you know how similar the cousins were, revolutionary really. Well, no one can be good forever, and if you don't know that by now. You haven't read this 'story' well enough.

Park jimin clutched at the dead mans shirt, smile wide. "Look, I don't even have to do my work. I should thank Taehyung really, I mean I would, but then it would fuck up my plan, wouldn't it?"

He let the top go, his back hitting the floor, the noise loud, like the dead had awoke, oh, wait...

Standing up he brushed himself off, and let his face fall back to that, signature innocent look, them doe eyes that couldn't hurt a soul, only 19 but he already acts so mean. It's tiring putting up a fake facade, that's why the always fade. True colours can't stay hidden.

They'll shine, like lightening.

Flash forward, camera change point of view, the beast was about to pounce, he's not here to play.

~Taehyung~

He saw, he saw, he saw.

Yoongi tried to make me hurt my jungkook, he tried to do things with me I only want with jungkook, he tried to make me hurt jungkook how the monster hurt me. I couldn't hurt jungkook. I love jungkook.

He's my little sweetheart. He's my obsession.

People are staring, the voices are talking, I can hear his heart beating. But don't let it make you feel sad. I can stop them. He makes me feel strong, yoongi only made me feel weak. He knows I'm here.

He knows what's going to happen, he's seen my knife, it's dirty, I frowned at that. I can't have it dirty. Jungkook doesn't like it when my stuff is dirty. And me and jungkook are meant to be! Jimin told me in my dreams, jimin is nice to me. As much as I act like I hate him. Jimin I've always trusted, he's always cared.

Caring is a strange thing, I thought jin cared. But he's trying to break me and jungkook too. I can't allow that. I can't allow us to break. Because then I have nothing.

But I can see clearly now, I smiled widely as jins eyes met mine. "Hello hyung."

"Hey tae. What's up?"

You don't know Taehyung, you don't know.

"I do not know." The heart beat is beating, to the beat of the drum, it goes on and on like it's never ending. I promise I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not.

God that FUCKING Heart beat I can hear it. "What?"

"I don't know"

"Right- uh well, have you seen yoongi?" I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, which I automatically punished myself for,  nipping the side of my thigh. And flashing back to my normal emotionless face.

"Is that a yes?"

He knows, he knows Taehyung. You're fucked, he's going to tell jungkook then no one is going to like you, he knows.

My head was spinning, There were riots in my own head, when things were getting better. All the things I've done and seen, still I don't know how to fix it.

But I'm united with it by my pain, and he's going to cause me more, I need to stop him! I need to do it for love!

I grabbed him by the neck, him immediately gasping for air. The end, the end of Kim seokjin, my grip was tightening as his grabbed my wrists.

Slamming his head off the wall, on his temple, knocking him clean out.

I'm going to give my love, and I don't care who it hurts, because I love jungkook till the end of the earth. Do you ever think, how this life could've been, if you never took the chance of being with me jungkook?

The body dropped loosely to the floor as I let go, smiling widely as I looked down at him.

Kim seokjin, the carer, had met his end.