Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Forty Five: Entitlement

A/N:

Hi everyone! I hope you're having a good day and taking care of yourselves.

Please don't forget to take a warm bath every once in a while.

You deserve it!

I love you so much... :)

Izzy

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"To your left, Tae!"

Jimin shouted at the blonde. Taehyung whipped around to his side, smacking Mr. Kim down once more with the cane.

"These fuckers really know how to fight, huh?"

Mr. Jeon flung himself onto Jimin, who grabbed the old man's throat in a tight grip. The zombie kicked out as Jimin lifted him off of the ground and threw him down again.

"You bet. These ones are worse than the last."

Taehyung dove back onto his father's form, smacking the cane down again and again. Each time the cane hit the old man's flesh, another vile thought entered Taehyung's mind.

"Where's my TaeTae?"

Before he was even Laurel Prince, canes like these would be used against him. Forcing him to comply. To do disgusting acts that only someone sick would coerce a child into doing.

SMACK. SMACK.

Taehyung's blood boiled as he gripped the cane, bringing it down with all of his strength. Mr. Kim's chunky, blackish blood came out in spurts as his face was pummeled.

"DIE MOTHERFUCKER!"

Jimin watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye, heart aching as he saw angry tears running down the other's cheeks. It didn't take a genius to know that Taehyung was reliving his worst fears--reexperiencing all of his trauma as the man underneath him sneered.

On the other hand, Jimin was much more calm when dealing with Mr. Jeon. After beating the shit out of him for a while, the half-blood switched to a more effective method. Fire.

Since the two had taken the zombies out by the back side of the castle, there were torches bordering the back doors. Jimin slowly lead his foe to a nearby torch, dodging Mr. Jeon's fists whenever they flew at him.

"Y'know..." Jimin commented. "I bet you were a nice guy when you ruled, but I don't see how Jungkook is anything like you..."

One of Jimin's marked hands grabbed onto a torch tightly. Mr. Jeon yelled out an inhuman chain of words as the half-blood pushed the torch into the center of his chest.

Almost instantly, Mr. Jeon's old-fashioned clothing rose in flames. A gargle left his mouth as he swiped the air, trying to attack the demon who had set him on fire.

"Not this time, Jeon. Be free of this world...and never come back."

Jimin galloped out of reach of the flaming zombie. Mr. Jeon followed him desperately, like a puppy on fire wanting to chase its owner. Every time Mr. Jeon got within arms length of Jimin, the half-blood chuckled and ran faster.

He was having fun with this.

As he ran about, Taehyung finished off his father. Mr. Kim lay on the ground, unrecognizable. His entire body was akin to pulp, of which Taehyung's clothes sported a good amount. Jimin wasn't grossed out by many things, so the sight didn't bother him. However, seeing Taehyung kneeling on the ground looking so distraught made his chest tighten.