𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 | k.th x m!reader

chapter 8:| schema

(M/n)
"-but don't get your hopes up, buttercup." Taehyung's playful tone rang around in my head. Thinking about him so much was not good on any stance, professional or even just personal. In fact I almost feel like he's got me in some sort of hold I can't escape from, it's like he wants to feed his way into my mind every which way he can. Ordinary manipulators are never this difficult to work on.

Taehyung has something else about him completely. It's like he has several schemas i.e. structures in our mind that show us how we think and what we do, Taehyung's charming guy at bar schéma allowing him to lure people in and take them back to his place.

Then, his dominant and predatory schema, allowing him to take complete control of his victims and choose whichever way he wants to destroy their body beyond recognition. He treats them like prey, like humble deer.

The way he was able to just get these people head over heels for him, then flip it round and show them his true monstrous nature, killing them after torturing them for hours on end. It baffles me.

He's the exact opposite of ninety nine percent of society. Say.. Think about if you went out with some friends, you spot a cute stranger at the bar and offer to buy them a drink. Now most of us would either want to form a friendly bond or relationship, or even just a one-off hookup with no strings attached.

Now this is how Taehyung's mind works, or at least.. how I think it does. He sees a cute stranger at the bar, does the eye contact, does the offering to buy them a drink. Next, he thinks of how he can get them to go to his place. Normal so far, right?

Next, he'll think of ways to get them under his control, say he's all alone, make up a sob story so they end up spending the night with him. Next, he premeditates and plans out exactly how he'll get them to submit. Once it works out, which is highly likely, he'll think of ways to torture them to make them as broken and humiliated as possible.

And once his rag doll is no longer useable, once he beat their throat in so much they can't even speak, once their body is so bashed down to a pulp of flesh and bones, he'll dismember what he can, keeping what's somehow still intact as a trophy.

Killers like him love trophies. They love to just have that last laugh, that lasting memory. Because why wouldn't you want to keep a souvenir of your achievments?  Teeth, hair, lungs, kidneys, hearts.

Perfect little curios. To treasure in jars and admire whenever you feel like. Of course, until it rots and you have to go acquire some new ones.

God, putting myself into his mind frame scared even myself, and I'm trained to do this stuff. I could only imagine Jungkook for example trying to do that, it would shake him to his core. I remember when I hung out with him, he spoke a bit about my case with Taehyung, I didn't want to give him to much detail into how I felt about it, it could cost me my job.

Even though Jungkook seems like a trustworthy guy, I still have to be vigilant in what I share about this case, there is a lot that legally has to be classified as well.

If word goes around that the psychoanalyst is having weird feelings towards a brutal serial killer, it's over for me. And I haven't even completely cracked down on this case yet.

I went along to Mr. Jeong's office as usual to collect my notes. Having mentally prepared myself, I made my way over to Taehyung's solitary cell.

I had done everything I could to prepare, but I'd forgotten Taehyung's love for close proximity and skinship. So before my reflexes could even begin to function, I was pulled inside the room and slammed harshly against the iron door, the force of my body slamming it tightly shut. I winced in pain and shot a sharp glare at Taehyung.

"Ow." I hissed once I'd regained my precious breath. He chuckled, licking his lips, still keeping his hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the door. "Kiss me." He commanded bluntly, his deep brown eyes piercing into the deepest depths of my soul.

I can never get used to his bluntness. Jeez. I blinked a few times before trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp, hoping that somehow my bodily strength could override his hold on me so I can seek refuge at the table we usually sit at, in the middle of his tiny room.

"I won't kiss you, Taehyung. It's against protocol." I said calmly, looking up at him with a bored expression. "Fuck the protocol. Just kiss me damnit." He huffed. Honestly his behaviour is almost exactly like that of a horny teenager.

Apparently my hormones were acting up too, because before I knew it I wasn't hesitating when he leaned in, and before I knew it the whole room started to feel like a cloud, mushy and airy, and before I knew it the door was burst open and I fell on top of Taehyung, against the table.

A male who was about five foot eight, maybe a little taller, opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He had a cheeky, inquisitive look to his eyes and his plump lips soon curved into a devilish smirk.

"What do we have here? A... someone who works here in a raunchy position with a prisoner?" He clicked his tongue, eyeing the two of us suspiciously. "No! It's not like that at all!" I hesitated, and from underneath me Taehyung's chest shook with laughter.

"Aw Jimin, always interrupting my fun time." He sighed getting up and setting me on his bed just like that. What does he mean? Has Jimin interrupted him doing this sorta stuff with past psychiatrists? Why does that thought sort of anger me? What on earth am I even feeling right now, and why can't I help it?

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