Mental-Taekook

~36~

~no p.o.v~

They say you become and do what you fear and hate most, it's human instinct, it's human instinct to then blame them actions on others. Because hey, in your mind it wasn't you who did it. But one action can ruin someone else's life. That's how this world rolls.

Jungkooks on his own again, people are connecting and he doesn't know what to do, because Taehyungs a fucking wild card. He'll look god in the face and tell him he belongs in Hell, because he feels like the worst so he has to act like the best.

Because life has no appeal. None at all, and the excitement reeled him in, he'll chew you up, and spit you out. And he's about to pop jungkooks heart, much like a glass balloon.

It only takes two lonely people, to fuck love up and make it evil. L.O.V.E E.V.O.L.

Because you see, jungkook got what he wanted because he asked for it, not because he was particularly deserving of it.

Not like Taehyung was much better, only if his dominance was threatened did he give himself to the younger, he'll always be too proud to say he makes mistakes.

Yet he just finished making on right that second, one that was about to fuck up his life forever. All because he felt weak, felt controlled. Because it only takes a psychopath person, to even fuck up that evil.

But when you're in the dark, it all echos in your head, and because jungkook was far away, it told him to not leave, welcome to life of Kim Taehyung, you didn't think he'd became normal did you?

You didn't think he was ok did you?

Didn't think love fixed him did you? Figuratively speaking, he did it for love. He was in love, he did everything for love, love is now his life. Jungkook is now his life. he was showing jungkook his sweet love!

Life gave him lemons, so he crushed them to make lemonade.

Yet when them footsteps came treading into his room, he didn't move. Didn't move from his space, because once again, he was to proud to hide it. He's not the type to lie, the beast was brutally honest.

But why don't we just pretend? Pretend he was normal, a 9-5 job, jungkook as a little kitchen wife, two beautiful kids, adopted of course, the younger hadn't lost his dick and turned it into a vagina- anyways. A white picket fence in a beautiful huge house.

Let's pretend that, the scene is set as he has arms wrapped around Kooks waist as he smiled into his neck. Beautifully blissful.

But love never ever happens like it should. Because it sometimes breeds hate. There's different people you see in relationships, a housewife, a lover, a abuser, and a home wrecker.

A home wrecker breaks a million hearts just for fun, only happy when they're on a mission, you could say. But they don't belong to anyone. Guess you could say that their lives are an absolute mess, but hey, when everything is life and death, do what you want, or you get a happy never after.

Jungkook and Taehyung were doomed since the beginning, like Romeo and Juliet, if Romeo was a lunatic and Juliet was a cop breaking every rule in the book.

You see it was doomed because you can't change someone, no matter how hard you try, you can maybe reshape them slightly. Unless you sell your sorry soul you just can't.

Because if you were to enter a relationship with Kim Taehyung, he can't escape his past, so it would never last, poetic, isn't it? this whole story is like a fucked up poem. And how id love for Taehyung to turn good. I can't change fate.

The roles are something put in place by Cupid you could say.

However.

I think Taehyung is an exception to these relationship roles, he was all of them, yet more at the same time. Because the only time he opens up is when there's a weapon in his hands.

Or blood on the bedsheets.

"Taehyung what the FUCK did you do?"

Park jimin, Kim Taehyung dearest cousin, they say mental issues run in families, I guess he's the exception. Plain park jimin, couldn't hurt a soul.

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle, the chuckle so dark it rang around the halls, "I made him fall."

Love would always be a game.

"T-t-Taehyung you never do this to some-someone good!"

He stood up, washing his hands slowly, "you can't have peace without a war."

The blood drip, dripped into the sink. With every drop his smirk grew, and as every drop dropped, so did park's, he dropped to his knees, clutching at the body.

"Y-yo-yoongi!"

"Maybe I missed his neck, mind checking for me?"

Tears fell, mixed with the blood dripping down min yoongis throat. Tears of mourning. No use crying over spilled blood.

It was all pretty lies, but the ugly truth is soon to be revealed.

Maybe if he wasn't such a narcissist, he wouldn't of died alone. A big loss of innocence, but at least his funeral will be beautiful.

Born with a void he was, and tried to fill it with the hearts he broke.

Yeah you know that it's true, life couldn't get much sweeter.

It's tiring, exhausting. The list continues, but yoongi was gone, gone by the hands of his alive 'enemy'

that's the little story of the guy you know. He relied on the hearts of strangers and friends, now his song is sung.

Min yoongi, the whore.