Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 40: <○Heroes○>

A/N: •Long(er) chapter
•Violence
•We're nearly at the end of the book

Mmhm.

Okay.

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White shirt, stained with blood. Blue jeans, telling the same story. The door remained closed behind him. And in that moment, it all became real. Taehyung gripped his phone closer to his chest, praying that he hadn't in fact done anything so stupid as to hang up from Jimin's call. But it all came crashing down in seconds. It all became real. Because Taehyung was alone.

Alone with Seokjin.

They were alone.

"So you really have made up your mind, huh?"

Taehyung forced himself to look up just as the fire in Seokjin's eyes grew with his own words. Just as he wiped his bloody hands on his jeans. Just as he took slow and taunting strides forward. The space between him and Taehyung seemed to disappear faster than either could keep track. To Taehyung, each step closer felt like millions. But to Seokjin, he still wasn't close enough.

The older let out a mirthless laugh.

"You've really chosen Jimin after all this time?" he whispered, his breath suddenly like a coax of ice against Taehyung's cheek. The concept of distance was now almost non-existant between them.

Taehyung felt his back collide with the wall. He felt himself hold his breath. He felt his heart fail him. He closed his eyes for a moment, searching his mind for ways to disappear through the soundproof walls around him. But in seconds, Seokjin was already making claims on Taehyung's skin, running his freezing, blood-stained fingers up and down his arms.

And the fire in his gaze was back, just as his voice dropped to a cold whisper.

"Looks like you need a fucking reminder of who you belong to..."

With no warning, the world was blurry.

Taehyung didn't see the blow coming, didn't expect Seokjin's fist to connect jaw so suddenly. The pain consumed his senses. His feet escaped from beneath him. He crashed to the ground before his arms could catch him. Taehyung could definitely still feel some of the blood that Seokjin had painted across his forearms. But it was the metallic taste in his mouth that told him he was tasting his own blood.

His whole body ached.

He could barely think straight.

"You never listened to me," Seokjin growled, his voice barely audible above the ringing in Taehyung's ears. He tried shaking the pain away, tried swallowing the blood that coated his mouth. And he blinked, fixing his vision on his phone, which lay a few paces ahead of him.

Yoongi... his mind screamed. I've gotta call Yoongi...

Taehyung groaned as he raised a shaking hand to reach out to his desired destination. But Seokjin was seconds faster; He'd already beat Taehyung to it, taken hold of Taehyung's phone, with an unexpected kick in his ribs to add.

And again, the world lost focus.

Taehyung clutched his side. The air in his lungs left him. He was suddenly seeing stars.

"What the f--?"

But another blow to the midsection cut him off.

"No one's gonna save you, Taehyung-ssi." Seokjin sneered, slighly out of breath as he straightened himself up again. He let out a dry chuckle. "Everyone you thought you had's out of your reach, you know?"