Hound of God//Taekook (editing)

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DISCLAIMER! This is not my story. This story belongs to darkixie. somehowsane and me converted it to Taekook.

Hope you enjoy!

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"Taehyung, come outside now."

Taehyung's whole body turned away from Jungkook towards the door, against his will, as he fought with all his might to stop himself. He knew what was out there and he didn't want it, not now, not tonight. Jungkook grabbed for Taehyung's arm, holding him back, only to be pushed aside by the curse, landing hard against the staircase, the wood splintering behind his shoulder while his body slumped to the floor with a groan. He heard Jungkook scramble back to his feet, relief pouring over him for a second until Taehyung's hand grasped the brass handle, but at last he found his voice.

"Get the salt diamond bracelets from Bambam." He rushed to say.

Taehyung didn't know if Jungkook heard him or understood him because his body had already opened the door and stepped out onto the cold, wooden porch. He could see his breath before him in the cool air of the night sky, the darkness obscuring everything and the wind chilling his exposed skin. He could, however, make out the demon that'd plagued him all these years, standing by the fence, arms crossed over his black suit, a deathly look on his face.

"You've been so naughty." Kris drooled, admiring Taehyung's attire, but the deep anger in his lopsided grin didn't slip passed him.

Swiftly lifting his sweater, Taehyung wrapped his fingers around his pistol and trained it on the widening eyes of the demon.

"Taehyung, put the gun away." He spoke with hurried, panicked words.

Taehyung let out a whine as he tried to stop his hand from lowering, a round firing off into the ground by Kris's feet.

"Taehyung, keep your hands locked behind your back and come and stand next to me and don't move." With heavy feet he approached him, his wrists wrapping over each other behind his back, coming to a stop next to Kris. A large hand gripped his neck, restricting his airway, all to the amusement of Taehyung's demon. It travelled along his bare shoulder, pushing the sweater down further to admire his porcelain chest, his hand returning up to his neck and lifting his chin. Taehyung met those black eyes with fierce determination, hoping that Jungkook or Bambam had found those bracelets.

"You've been busy, haven't you?" he salivated, running his hand through Taehyung's hair.

"I'm always busy, comes with the job."

The hand in his hair swiftly gripped the strands tight, causing Taehyung to bite his lip to stop the groan of pain escaping, "You've been busy snooping in my house. Find what you were looking for?" Taehyung let a smirk spread on his lips. "Yes, most of it and I'm guessing you just used the last of it." The grip on Taehyung's hair yanked his head back, the yelp of pain escaping Taehyung's lips echoing through the sky.

"Guess I'll just have to take some more of your delicious blood."

Kris leaned in, running his lips over his neck, Taehyung's eyes closed tight once he felt those lips on his pulse, trying to force his body away, finding another hand wrapping around his back, pulling him against the body of his demon then dipping down to squeeze his butt. He wanted to wriggle away, push Kris away, run to get away from this touch. He felt sick, he felt shame, and his mind could only replay previous horrid memories to him.