Kill and Demise - TaeKook

nineteeN

Oh my....

Xoxo,
Enjoy.
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"God damnit!" Taehyung boomed. He stood outside Jungkook's locked door, wanting so badly to explain. But he couldn't. There was nothing to explain. It was exactly what it looked like.

He wanted to punch something—anything—as anger rose to it's highest level inside of him.

Everything hit him so hard. The seriousness of situation he, and only he, had created hitting him like a bus. He realized how this must look to Jungkook. How it was. Because it wasn't just looks was it? Taehyung had unconsciously used Jungkook. Wether it was for his own benefit or not...he didn't know.

And if Jungkook was hurt, it was Taehyung's doing. He hurt him. He did this. He did this to Jungkook.

Whatever that would be...

Through Taehyung's rage, he wondered if Jungkook was really hurt...or if he was just surprised. Although, if he was...well if he was hurt then Taehyung was entirely in the wrong.

Because—he promise Jungkook that he wouldn't hurt him. Taehyung promised that he would never hurt Jungkook.

And yet, he did the exact opposite.

It was MoonByul who came up the stairs next. Her expression was painted with concern. She looked distraught, and worried.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" MoonByul ran to Jungkook's door, pushing past Taehyung. She banged on the door before shouting at it. "Kook! Kook it's Byul! Open the door, Sweetie! Please-" Her Hans frantically turned the handle. But, to no avail. The door was locked. And there was no getting it open.

Suddenly, Byul turned to Taehyung. Her expression, this time, was painted with a cold rage. Just the expression of the woman sending small shivers down Taehyung's spine.

"You fucktard!" She shouted. "You absolute imbecile!" MoonByul looked like she was ready to strangle the younger man. Despite their height difference, and body weight, Taehyung knew she could do damage if she wanted to.

And she looked like she wanted to.

She gave off big sister vibes. When you steal something of hers, or break something she owns. When she wants to hurt you for it.

But more crazed. More...protective.

"I can't BELIEVE you!" MoonByul shouted loudly, anger rising to her cheeks, painting them a dark rose color. She stepped to him, pushing him back, making him hit the other wall harshly. "You—you pathetic excuse for a human being! How could you?! He did nothing to deserve you! To deserve anything that had happened to him!"

MoonByul was really about to murder Taehyung. Right there. Right then.

"You've just made so many things so much harder for him!" MoonByul grabbed a pocket knife from her pants pocket and opened it swiftly, putting it to Taehyung's neck.

Taehyung didn't stop her. He didn't fight back. He didn't speak. Because—he knew he deserved this. She was right.

"FUCK YOU!" She was so close to slitting his throat. So close to killing him. Right there. In the hallway of his own base.